#when you sadly wear your sunglasses at night

[lilmoonbunny]

Never knew I needed you so bad; S.T.A.R.S Wesker

Chris cheats on the reader, Wesker saves the day (and touches you better than Chris ever did).

Warnings: Cheater!Chris, smut/NSFW.

NSFW: Choking, thigh-riding, making out, hair pulling oral (m!receiving), fingering. Please let me know if I forgot anything else :D

The relationship between you and Chris had always been difficult, to say the least. Constant arguments, distance outside of work, and so on had it a tough one, and perhaps that was why you weren’t entirely shocked at the events that unfolded that night.

It was one of those nights where the S.T.A.R.S crew - minus Captain Wesker who had told you a simple ‘perhaps’ when you had asked if he would be joining later - had ventured out into the public and gone to a bar.

Whilst Chris favoured being sat at the bar with Brad, you instead favoured sitting in a booth away from the masses of people to talk to Jill, unaware of Chris talking to a blonde-haired woman rather than Brad as they shared a drink.

It wasn’t unusual for Chris to talk to people at a bar, of course, and it never would have bothered you before. That was until you glanced around to look for your boyfriend, only to see him lip-locked with someone that wasn’t you.

Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would, but damn, it still hurt, especially when you watched him pull away with a smile rather than a look of regret.

You were embarrassed, upset, but most of all, you were hurt, all whilst Jill watched you cycle through emotions after witnessing the event in real time.

“I’m leaving, sorry…” you whispered to your friend who gave you an understanding nod and a pat on the shoulder before walking you to the door and wishing you a good night before she left, walking over to yell at Chris who was soon rushing out of the door.

“Y/N!” He called, catching your attention. You turned to him for a moment before rolling your eyes and turning away, looking for a vacant cab. “Baby, please. I didn’t mean to.”

It was at that moment that you spotted your Captain approaching.

“Chris, I really don’t want to hear your excuses. We are done, just leave.”

Wesker had reached you both by now yet stood silently.

“Baby, c’mon, just hear me out.” Chris pleaded, but all you could see was the lipstick marks that littered his neck.

“No, I don’t think I will. I came out for a fun night, and you left me to make out with another woman.” You spat, unaware of the way Wesker was glaring at Chris as you spoke beneath his usual sunglasses.

Chris paused, blushing upon realising his Captain was currently watching the altercation.

“I believe this conversation should be over. Perhaps you should leave, Chris.” Wesker interrupted before you could cuss Chris out even more, even if he did deserve it.

Chris simply nodded, heading back inside.

“Thank you,” you whispered once Chris was left. You smiled up at Wesker who simply nodded.

“Allow me to drive you home.”

There was no arguing with Wesker, you knew that much, so you simply smiled again. “All right.”

The drive was quiet, yet comfortable oddly enough. Captain Wesker was a man of few words, and he was clearly deep in thought, so you didn’t wish to bother him unless he spoke to you.

“Chris did not deserve you,” he said, not taking his eyes from the road.

Your gaze moved to him, taking in the sight of him as he drove. His grip on the wheel was tight, veins popping from his arms. You weren’t entirely sure why he was clutching the wheel so hard, however. He wasn’t wearing his usual uniform either, understandably so, of course. Instead, he wore a white shirt, jeans, and a black coat. It was a good look on him, really good, you thought to yourself before cursing yourself for thinking so; you and your boyfriend had just broken up.

“You think so?”

Wesker nodded. “I know so.” He replied.

“Thank you, Captain,” you smiled sadly, eyes slowly moving back to looking out of the window.

“Albert is fine right now, and there is no need to thank me.” Wesker finally looked at you, taking a deep breath to compose himself as he did so. Maybe he liked you more than he should, but that was irrelevant, and not to mention a complete waste of his time; it could also ruin his plans. “We are here.”

You nodded at his words as he pulled into the parking space outside your home, undoing his seatbelt.

“Allow me to walk you to your door.” He said, looking over at you as you wordlessly nodded again.

You two silently walked to the door, Wesker watching as you pulled your keys from your bag with shaking hands. He wasn’t entirely sure whether you were shaking due to the breakup or his presence, but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t intrigued about which it was.

As you opened the door to your home, flicking the lights on, you paused for a moment, facing your Captain.

It was a bad idea, you knew that, but you couldn’t help it as the words fell from your lips.

“Do you want to come in?”

Wesker paused at the offer, clearly caught off guard; he knew what you meant.

“I shouldn’t,” came his response. He swallowed. “I shouldn’t.” He repeated. Whether he was trying to convince you or himself, he did not know.

“No, you’re right. I’m sorry,”

Wesker hesitated, taking a deep breath before leaning forward to place a rough kiss on your lips, your eyes widening as he did so.

His hand landed on your shoulder, thumb caressing your neck as he continued kissing you. Your hands reached his own shoulders, pulling him closer as he walked into the hallway, kicking the door shut behind you both.

Was it a bad idea? Yes. Did either of you care? No.

The moment the door slammed shut, one of his hands fell to your waist, lifting the fabric of your t-shirt just enough to slide his hand to feel your skin. His hands were cold, leaving goosebumps at the touch.

He squeezed at your waist, his thumb that was caressing your neck moving to hold your jaw as he pulled away to breathe, spit falling from both your lips.

You panted, eyes wide as he stared at you beneath his glasses, both of your hands on each other. Your hand moved to his coat, pushing it from his shoulders. He removed his hands from you for a moment to slip off his coat, tossing it to the floor without a care in the world before both his hands gripped your waist, pulling you back into a kiss, teeth tugging at your bottom lip, drawing a moan from you and he slipped his tongue into your mouth.

Without a warning, he spun you around, shoving you against the wall, one of his hands pressed against the wall beside your head whilst the other slipped beneath your shirt, sliding up your torso and beneath your bra to grab at your breast. As he toyed with your hardening bud, your hands moved to fiddle with his belt.

He pulled back. “If you are going to do that, I suggest you show me where your bedroom is, dear,” Wesker said.

You blushed at the nickname, stuttering out a simple follow me before leading him to your room, his hand on your lower back as his followed.

Neither of you bothered to shut the door as his lips met yours again in a sloppy kiss whilst you pulled him by his shirt to your bed, feeling him guide you to lay on the mattress once you reached it.

Wesker’s lips moved from yours to your neck, sucking at the skin in a way you knew would leave marks; you didn’t care, you only cared about him right now.

His scent was overpowering your senses, soft moans falling from your lips. Your hands reached up to tug at his hair while his knee moved to press against your core, and he smirked as he felt you grind against him.

You were completely at his mercy, and he was loving every second.

“Good girl,” he muttered into your neck, placing a kiss before speaking again. “Get yourself off on my thigh.” His voice was deep and laced with lust.

You nodded eagerly as you desperately began rutting against him, hands landing on his firm shoulders whilst his moved to remove your shirt. His touch was cold against your warm skin, fingers lightly dancing along your torso as he lifted your shirt above your head before discarding it.

Wesker’s hand came to grasp your chin, thumb running across your lower lip. A smirk formed on his lips as your lips instantly parted, allowing him to shove his thumb inside your mouth. He watched beneath his sunglasses as you began sucking on his digit, occasionally circling it with your tongue; God, he wanted to feel you on his cock.

As though reading his mind, your grinding halted and your hands roamed from his shoulders, down his toned torso, before one hand moved to undo his belt and the other began massaging his cock. Wesker’s eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, unaware of your gaze on him. He wanted… no, he needed you. He had for the longest time, and with Chris out of the way, he was free to make you all his.

“I’m going to ruin you for anyone else, dear,” he muttered into your ear, and he truly meant it.

“Yes, please,” you whimpered at his deep voice, his breath hitting your ear.

“Please?”

“Please, sir,”

Wesker smirked at your obedience. “Good girl,”

A blush ran up your cheeks as you climbed onto your knees, hands landing on your Captain’s shoulders to guide him to lay against your mattress. He watched closely, freeing himself from the restraints of his clothing, leaving him only in his shirt which you were quick to unbutton, revealing his abs.

Your hand trailed from his cheek, dancing across his visible collar bones, down his stomach, and to his freed cock. Wesker’s own hand moved to entangle itself in your hair, grasping it in a way to keep the strands from your face as you leaned down, taking the tip into your mouth, tongue circling.

With a gentleness that he didn’t know he had in him, Wesker lowered your head further onto his dick, head leaning backwards in pleasure as your tongue ran down him as he did so, your cheeks occasionally hollowing in a way that had a quiet groan falling from his lips. His hand tugged on your hair, a moan falling from your lips and vibrating his cock.

“Fuck,” he groaned, voice deep and laced with lust, and his head thrown back.

With each movement of your tongue, Wesker’s grip on your hair became tighter as he occasionally tugged on the strands. Perhaps it was to make you moan on his cock, or maybe it was to keep some semblance of power whilst you were ruining him with your mouth.

Applying a light pressure to your head, he watched as you bobbed your head further down his length, doing your best to take as much of him as possible. The moment he hit the back of your throat, he swore he could have came just from your gag.

“Just like that. Good girl,” despite him fucking your mouth, Wesker couldn’t resist gently stroking your hair with his thumb at which you hummed, sending vibrations and pleasure through his body.

You pulled back, an innocent smile on your swollen lips as he stared at you. Your hands reached up to remove his sunglasses, smiling sweetly as you did so – he almost smiled back – to reveal his beautiful eyes.

Wesker was quick to press his lips against yours once again, flipping you beneath him with a strength you never expected him to possess. His unbuttoned shirt brushed against your naked stomach and covered chest.

“I think we should remove this,” Wesker’s hand moved the front of your chest, “don’t you, pet?” Without a warning, his hands tugged on your bra, ripping it in half and tossing it God only knows where.

“I liked that one,” you whined.

Wesker moved to nibble at your ear before speaking. “I’ll buy you another, don’t worry, or maybe I’ll just keep you as my little pet and you won’t need one, hm?" You blushed at the thought.

A moan left your lips as his mouth quickly moved from your ear to bite at your neck, darkening the marks he had left earlier; he wanted Chris to realise how lucky he had been.

“C-Captain,” you shuddered, and he froze at the title.

Wesker pulled back, staring at you with such an intensity that you worried you had done something wrong as he tightly gripped your chin.

“Say that again,” he demanded, the noise only making your panties even wetter.

“Captain,”

He smirked, leaning close to your lips in a way that had you believing that he was going to kiss you, but he didn’t, even when you leaned in. Instead, his breath hit your lips as he muttered, good girl, staring down at you with lust-filled eyes before finally kissing you.

A harsh bite to your lower lip had your mouth opening, his tongue instantly finding its way into your mouth, melding with your own. You moaned into his mouth, his hand wrapping around your throat, gently squeezing, gauging your reaction. When you leaned into his grip, he tightened it.

One hand landed on top of his that was around your throat. You weren’t pulling him away – you didn’t want him to stop – you clearly just wanted to touch him; he almost smirked.

Combined spit connected both your parted lips as he pulled away, hand still wrapped around your throat.

“Do you like that?” He asked, tightening his grip again.

You nodded.

“Use your words, pet,” he said, loosening his grip just long enough for you to respond.

“Yes, sir,”

This time he smirked, grip tightening again.

Wesker’s free hand slipped beneath the fabric of your underwear, thumb beginning to circle your clit, your head throwing backwards against the cushion as he did so, eyes fluttering shut. He watched you closely, enjoying the sight in front of him. God, you were beautiful. How did he resist you for so long?

His finger dipped beneath your slit, gathering wetness before gently pushing one digit in. He wasn’t sure when the last time you had been touched was and he definitely did not want to hurt you. He was planning to ruin you for everyone else, not ruin you in general. He was determined to make you only want him after this.

A loud moan left you fell from your lips as his fingers entered you, his thumb still toying with your sensitive bud. Touching you was easy with how wet you were, fingers moving slowly with ease until he was satisfied that you were ready for another finger which was all you seemed to need.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” you moaned, breathless and sweating. “I’m close.”

“Wasn’t planning to, dear,” he muttered, placing an uncharacteristic gentle kiss on your shoulder as he continued his movements. “Go on, cum for me. Be a good pet and cum on my fingers.” His words were all you needed to push you over the edge, eyes shooting open and stars filling your vision as you covered his fingers in your slick juices.

Wesker hummed in approval, pulling his fingers away and placing them on your lips. He watched in satisfaction as you parted your lips, cleaning his fingers for him.

“So good for me,” his praise had you blushing, looking away shyly. “Don’t look away from me.” He said, tilting your chin, forcing you to look at him.

Wesker leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“Get some rest, dear,” he said, an almost visible smile beginning to form on his lips.

“But what about you?” You said, guilt filling you as you realised that he didn’t cum.

He paused for a moment, shaking his head as though it was a stupid question.

“Tonight was about you, don’t worry about me.”

“B-but-“

“No buts,” he looked at you with a stern face, one that had you silence immediately and nod. “I’ll be here in the morning if you still want to help.”

Your eyes widened at his words, having expected him to leave afterwards. You froze and he shook his head in amusement, a smirk covering his lips.

“Yes, I’ll be here when you wake up. I’m not going anywhere.” He paused again. “You can’t get rid of me now.”

[ruewrote]

𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒.

PAIRING: wally clark x fem!reader WARNINGS: mentions of death & panic attacks GENRE: angst SONG INSPIRATION: waves by dean lewis WORD COUNT: 1.1k

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you never had many great experiences with making friends in the prior life never mind the former. for most of it you kept to yourself.

wally was one of the first people that you met after it happened. he welcomed you with open arms on one of the hardest days of your entire existence and you couldn't have been more appreciative of him.

you had accidentally died in 2019.

your death was quite tragic.

getting pushed through the sea of people that walked through the stadium, this was already way too much human contact then you signed up for, but how could you say no to the tall blonde that had invited you to the game.

eyes searching for any spare seats at the bottom of the bleachers, your hands digging deeper into the pockets of the oversized hoodie that flowed around your frame. already feeling completely out of place as an introvert, but even more so when you were one of the few not wearing the school colours.

keeping your head down as you proceeded up the metal steps, people accidentally shoulder barging you as you did.

finally getting to the top stair as a large gust of wind blew past you. grabbing a hold of the railing, your breath stuck in the back of your throat as you shuffled carefully over to the seats.

the sound of the loud pre-game shouts from the cheerleaders, to the jocks warming up, it all felt a bit too much. your mouth dry, throat pinching finding it hard to breath as you clawed at your chest, suddenly not able to regulate your breathing.

more people walking up the steps made the temporary flooring wobble. you walked further and further back to make room until it was too late and you were falling, very fast, almost too fast.

screaming out for any type of help, but it was too late. everything went black. no one heard you screams, drowned out by the crowd cheered as the game started. sadly your body was only discovered after the game had finished.

at first you spent a lot of your days in the same place that you died in, trying to shout out to investigators, to anyone. no one could hear you, this couldn't be happening.

giving up on yelling, you huffed as you plopped yourself down on the grass, rethinking everything that happened that night.

you would've still been alive if you hadn't agreed to go.

no you hadn't had any major life changing events in the near future but it was still way too early, you were only seventeen.

a couple of sleepless nights had gone by, you felt numb. empty.

angry at how everything was so perfectly peaceful. your parents were distraught, you watched how they were stood so apart, your dad looking sad and your mother looking angry.

you didn't want them to be upset. as much as you had your ups and downs with them and there still being so many things left unsaid, they were still your parents and seeing their relationship fall apart because of your death pained you. all you could do was sit back and watch.

you felt stupid for saying that you felt alone when you were alive because now you were well and truly alone here... wherever you were.

"beautiful day, isn't it?" a male voice from beside you spoke but you stayed silent, continuing to the pick at the edge of your nails assuming it was just one of the police officers talking to their men.

"nope? okay understandable."

glancing over to the person who sat beside you. eyebrows scrunched together, eyes narrowed. is he talking to me?

the brunette slid his sunglasses down his nose, squinting as the sun shone down bright onto the two of you.

"it's rude to stare ya know?" his eyes focused on yours, waiting for an answer but you were completely stunned.

"you can see me? no fucking way!" you quickly pushed yourself up from where you were sat, smiling giddily.

"wait..."

there was only one way to make sure that this was real, cautiously reaching your hand out and poked him with your index finger. you were met with his skin.

"ouch! that hurts you know." he exclaimed, pretending to be pain, pouting as he rubbed the same spot you touched.

"it is so good to finally speak to someone, i thought i was alone in this terrible place."

"i'm y/n! what's your name?" you held out your hand for him, he took it and instead of shaking it, he flipped yours over and placed a kiss upon it.

from then on you two were inseparable. whether it would be just eating together or watching living teenagers do stupid shit, laughing your asses off doing so.

sometimes you'd just lay smack bang in the centre of the football stadium, stargazing. it became a daily occurrence since ghosts didn't actually need sleep.

throughout the years you had a lot of time to spend together. that also meant that it gave you a lot of time to think, which wasn't necessarily a good thing.

the times you spent alone were torture, the silence getting too loud.

now you were sat in the school library, laying on top of one of the shelves, feet swaying back and forth before meeting with the wood. the clock ticked away and so did the sound of scribbling of studying students.

you had spent so much time in this place that it had become a some type of home to you, times like this when you'd reminisce on the memories wasn't always a great idea.

you worried a lot.

knowing that one day you're gonna pass over and that he's gonna pass over scared you. you never really thought about it. losing him all together? it felt impossible.

your chest felt tight, sitting up panicking. you hadn't been by yourself through a panic attack since your accident.

jumping off of the bookshelf, gasping for air. trying to remember the counting technique that wally had taught you, falling to your knees now hyperventilating when you heard echoed shouts from beside you.

it felt like you were underwater, your chest screaming for some sort of relief.

it wasn't until you felt two familiar large hands cup your cheeks, their thumbs wiping away the tears that had once streamed down your cheeks. tilting your face to be met with wally's, his beautiful brown eyes full of concern.

that's when you felt your chest untighten, breathing became much easier as you followed his deep, evened out breaths.

he pulled you into his lap, one hand wrapped securely around your waist as one caressed your hair. your ear pressed against his chest, hearing the rapid beat of his heart.

staying like that helped, him holding you helped.

squeezing your eyes tightly shut, trying to savour this moment. his shirt bunched firmly in your fist.

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[oizysian]

VIII. SHE’S MARRIED, IDIOT

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Word count: 1.6k

•

"Hey, wake up, sleeping beauty."

I smacked the finger that was poking at my cheek and opened my eyes, a smiling Brie staring down at me. She was sitting on top of me and Lizzie was still sleeping soundly beside me.

She poked at my face again and I whined, shaking my head to get her hand away from me.

"I'm up, I'm up. Lemme just rest my eyes for a second."

"No." She bounced on top of me, shaking the whole bed and disturbing both me and Lizzie. "Your flight is in a few hours. You gotta get up."

"I told you, I'm up." I pushed her off me and she rolled onto the bed, giggling deviously as she moved away from us.

I closed my eyes for a moment before opening them again, looking down at Lizzie who was now half awake next to me.

"Lizzie, we gotta get up. Brie won't let us sleep in any more."

"She doesn't have to get up, you do."

I groaned and threw my arm over my eyes. I hated the fact that I had to go, but I did. Brie and Lizzie had to get back to their normal lives and I had to get back to streaming.

"Why does she have to get up?" Lizzie asked sleepily, and I looked over at her, watching her rub the sleep from her eyes.

"I'm leaving soon." I said somewhat sadly.

"Oh." She replied, just as gloomy as I was.

"C'mon," Brie said, tossing a rolled up napkin at me. "You still gotta pack and get your hoodie from your girlfriend."

"I wouldn't have to pack if you guys didn't go through my stuff and leave a huge mess."

"Sorry." Lizzie said bashfully and I smiled at her.

"It's not your fault. I know it was all Brie's idea. Besides, you look better as Commander Shepard than I do."

"Commander Shepard?" She questioned, looking down at the N7 on her chest.

"She's from a game. Mass Effect. One of my favorites."

She tried to discreetly snuggle deeper into the hoodie as I got up from the bed, stretching as I tried to shake the sleep from my person.

"What time is your flight?" Lizzie asked and I thought for a moment before responding.

"Twelve, I think. Or Twelve-thirty."

"Either way, it's in about three hours."

I groaned again and started picking up my clothes from the floor, stuffing them back into my suitcase haphazardly. I was exhausted and upset that I had to leave. And I didn't know how Brie managed to be awake and alert after everything we did last night.

"Are you coming with us to the airport, Lizzie or are you gonna leave before we do?"

"I'm coming, of course!" She said, almost offended.

I looked at her over my shoulder and I couldn't help but admire her with her bed head and sleepy eyes. She was beautiful.

"I really appreciate you guys coming with me. Traveling alone is still kinda nerve wracking."

"Of course, Y/N." Lizzie said, standing from the bed. "What kind of friends would we be if we didn't?"

"Shitty ones." Brie cut in and I laughed.

"You're right. Shitty ones."

"So, as your bestest best friends, we will take you all the way to the airport."

I turned around and smiled at Lizzie, finally finishing my packing and zipping up my bag.

"You're gonna need a disguise. Brie already has one."

"Oh. Oh, yeah."

I picked my SnapBack up off the nightstand and leaned over the bed, plopping it onto her head.

"There ya go. You'll be undetectable."

"But, what happens when I have to give it back?"

"We run." Brie said and I nodded.

"And we hope that nobody is paying attention."

Brie grabbed her hat and put it on, then took her sunglasses and clipped them to the collar of her shirt.

"I can let you borrow my glasses once Y/N takes back her hat."

"Thanks, Brie. I appreciate it."

I smiled to myself, happy to see the two of them getting along. If anything came out of this trip, it was their newly blossoming friendship.

"Alright, let's clean up and get ready to roll."

•

I dragged my suitcase behind me as Brie led us towards the airport, Lizzie trailing close behind me. She was still wearing my hoodie and hat, and so far, nobody noticed us. Thankfully, I was still a nobody, so even though I didn't have my hat, I was still able to blend in.

"Alright ladies, we're here."

Brie stopped in front of the doors and Lizzie and I followed suit. I looked from Lizzie to Brie before Brie walked up to me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, hugging me tightly. I was taken aback by the suddenness of it, but within a second I was hugging her back, squeezing her tight.

"I'm gonna miss you, kid. Come back soon, okay?"

"Yes ma'am."

She pulled away from me and smiled, backing away and letting Lizzie approach me.

The other blonde stared at me for a moment before hugging me also, squeezing me even tighter than Brie did.

"I'll see you soon. I'll be in New York soon for the Hattie Harmony book tour."

"I'll definitely have to come and get a book signed."

She pulled away from me and smacked my shoulder lightly, removing my hat from her head and putting it back on my own; backwards, just like I wear it.

She started taking off the hoodie and I stopped her.

"Keep it for now. It'll give us an excuse to hang out again even after your book tour."

She smiled and nodded at me, hugging me once more before standing next to Brie.

"Bye, guys." I said sadly. "I'll text you when I land." I directed that comment to Brie.

"And me!" Lizzie butt in and I nodded.

"Absolutely, Miss Olsen. I'll text you both."

With a final smile, I turned around, dragging my bag along behind me as I entered the airport. My vacation was over and it was time to go back to reality.

•

"I'm sorry I was gone so long guys, but I'm back!" I said to my chat as I started up my stream. It had only been a few days, but it felt like a lifetime.

The messages were out of control, pouring in so fast I couldn't even keep up with them.

u met lizzie !!

Is she fruity irl?

omg y/n you actually met Elizabeth

HOW DOES IT FEEL TO LIVE MY DREAM

Okay, so most of the comments were about me meeting Lizzie, which was expected. Some of the usual trolls started busting my balls about it, but overall the reaction was good. My community was filled with generally good people, so most of my viewers were just excited to have seen me with the woman I was absolutely in love with.

The first stream back went well. It was about five hours long and I noticed that even Brie stopped by to chat for a little bit, which was a nice surprise.

When it ended, I checked my phone because I had been ignoring it the whole time, and I was surprised, yet again, by the fact that Lizzie messaged me saying she saw some of my stream. Wait. She saw some of my stream?!

Oh god, what embarrassing things had she seen? Did she see how much my chat brought her up because of those pictures? Did she read the things they said?

Oh wow, so what'd you think?

I responded cooly, and within a second she was replying.

I think you're really funny. You had been so shy when we hung out, I didn't really get to see your sense of humor.

I got nervous 😅

Why, silly?

'Cos I was hanging out with Elizabeth Olsen and Brie Larson! That's crazy on the nerves haha

Psh. Next time we hang out I wanna hear some of those goofy jokes I know you've got hidden inside you.

We'll see if I can manage to pull them out for you

We spoke for a little while longer before I decided to call it a day and take a nap. Streaming always left me exhausted, and as much as I wanted to talk to her, I knew she had better things to do than to text me.

I still couldn't believe she had watched my stream. I just hoped that I hadn't been too dorky when she tuned in. Then again, it's best that she saw me in my element. If she can stand me while I'm being a Twitch personality, she can probably deal with me normally.

As my eyes began to droop, my phone went off. I picked it up from next to my pillow and checked to see who messaged me. Brie.

Hope you didn't mind me passing along the link to your stream. She wanted to watch you

I don't mind. I can't believe she'd want to watch me tho

She likes you, idiot

She's married, idiot

Don't idiot me, loser. She likes you as a friend for sure, but I think she may have a little crush

That's just wishful thinking. Plus, I'm no homewrecker

At least, so far in my life I wasn't.

After briefly talking to Brie, I finally fell asleep, exhaustion from the past week finally catching up with me. Between work and hanging out with two celebrities, I was absolutely bushed.

Bzz bzz

My phone went off again early in the morning and I chose to ignore it.

Robbie and I will be in New York in two weeks to promote our new children's book! I hope to see you there!

•

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New York Luck

Pairing: Mat Barzal x Reader

Summary: After a lovely holiday, your partner breaks up with you and so you turn to your only friend in the city.

Word Count: 1055

A/N: I'm not super happy with this. I feel like it's rushed but I want to put it out anyway.

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Why is it that every time you come to New York, something bad happens. The last time you had gotten your shitty diagnosis. This time your current boyfriend and yourself had decided to go on a holiday to Hawaii for a week and of course, an hour after landing back in New York he decided to break your heart.

Something about not being ready for a relationship. Apparently. And here you were ready to tell him I love you on your holiday but held back because he was a little distant at night. That’s why you’re now standing in a Walmart; wearing a pair of sunglasses trying to find food.

Sadly you can’t even go home. In three days you have to have another surgery. A different one to the last time you were in New York. Now you’re stuck in the city, alone and crying your eyes out. Dealing with health issues and a break up. What a great combo. And to make things worse, you can’t even drink away your emotions!

Aisle by aisle, you grab chocolate, some cupcakes, cheese and crackers, a bit of everything. Oh and a bottle of coke, can’t forget it. That’s when you heard a familiar voice calling your name. You turned to where the voice came from. 

“Mat?”

One of the few people you knew in the city. Mat wasn’t a stranger to you. Quite the opposite actually. The pair of you grew up together then reconnected later on once he had been drafted. After a couple hook ups since the reunion, you two were close when you did meet up.

“Are you okay?” Mat questions, spying your reddened cheeks just under your glasses. 

“I uh… Yeah,” You tried to brush it off. Discreetly wiping the stray tears that dripped down your cheeks. “Just some personal stuff.”

The hockey player wasn’t buying it. He had known you long enough to see through your lies. Even if they were really bad like the one you just told. “Okay, what’s up? I know that’s a lie. You were literally just in Hawaii.”

“Stalking my insta?” You joke weakly.

“Gotta see what my favourite girl is up to.”

That made your heart hurt more. Here Mat was calling you that where as your ex could barely call you his girlfriend in front of his friends. God, you thought your relationship was great. Fuck. How could you be so blind. 

“Yeah we got back this morning and then he broke up with me an hour after we landed.”

Mat immediately brought you in for a hug. “Shit. He’s an asshole for that.”

“Doesn’t help I have surgery friday,” You add, sniffling.

“Another one?” Mat sighs. “He’s a coward for breaking up with you before that. It’s a dick move.”

You shrug off the comment. “I’d rather him do it now then drag it out. Now I can just focus on myself. Gonna get snacks and have a night in my hotel. Maybe get ice cream from the place next door.”

“Can I join?” Mat asked. 

“Are you sure?”

Matt agreed and the two of you finished grabbing snacks for the night and finished Mat’s shopping. He brought groceries for his apartment so the two created a plan. First, drop off Mat’s groceries to his apartment. Then head to your hotel to have a chill night. 

You two arrived back at your hotel, which was quite a fancy one since you and your partner had planned to stay there together. First, before retreating to your bedroom, you stopped by the ice cream place and got way too much. Enough that Mat’s nutritionist would cry at the thought of the hockey player consuming all that sugar. 

“This is nice.” The two of you walked into the nice hotel room. A modern style hotel room on the 9th floor. A king sized bed in the middle with the bathroom off to the left as you walked in. There was even a window with a blind in the shower. “Have you stayed here before?”

“Yeah, my ex worked nearby so I’d stay when I’d come to visit him,” You respond.

Mat grabbed the bag of snacks and put that on the counter, wrapped you in a hug and dragged you onto the bed. The smell of his cologne filled your senses. Despite your old hook up ways with Mat, the familiar scent still gave you butterflies.

“I wanna have a shower and get into my pyjamas,” You sighed, pulling away from Mat. You grabbed some clothes and went to go to the bathroom when a sulking sound came from the boy laying on your bed. When you looked at him, he was pulling the puppy's eyes. “What? Do you wanna join?”

“Please?” You giggled and agreed, leaving him to join you when he wished. “Thank youuuu!”

The bathroom was really modern. A large mirror in front of the sink and a huge shower with a rainfall head. Your favourite type of shower. After turning on the water to your preferred temperature, you stripped and got into the shower. The water felt calming as you stood under the stream. 

“Heya,” Mat mutters as he slips into the shower. 

You leaned into the hockey player as he wrapped his arms around you. This wasn’t the first time you had showered with him. But let’s just say usually, a simple shower wasn’t just that. 

“Are you okay?” Mat asks as you’re unusually quiet around him. That question just makes you break. A flood of emotions coming through. Mat was quick to pull you closer, tight against his naked body as you started to sob. “He’s an idiot.”

“What’s wrong with me?” You cried.

“Nothing. I promise you it’s him. He’s the worst person for doing this to you. He’s the problem.”

Once you had calmed down and the two of you had finished washing, you changed into your pyjamas and cuddled up on bed with a ton of snacks surrounding the pair of you. Mat had signed into his Disney. You allowed him to pick what the two of you would watch for the night. When you saw the intro it solidified the hidden feeling for him. It was your favourite show.

“Thanks for this,” You mutter to Mat.

The brunette kissed the top of your head. “Always.”

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I saw your requests were open! Could I please get David having a crush on a fellow spooky grumpy girl with a secret soft side?? 🥺 I think it would just be so cute if David met his equal and they turned to absolute butter for eachother

It's a bit different than the ask, and a bit longer than I expected, but it just sort of happened? It starts a bit dark, but David definitely likes her? Anyway, I hope you like this!💜

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There had been disappearances on the boardwalk, even more so than usual. Where the boys fed every couple of days, enjoying a bonfire party, they were, of course, partially to blame. But the latest missing posters that had gone up on the notificationboard had nothing to do with the boys. The new posters showed men, in their mid to late thirties, all having disappeared after going out for a couple of drinks.

David had been the first to notice the discrepancy between their kills and the number of disappearances - and he had decided that he would look into them. If there was another vampire hunting on their territory, they needed to be dealt with. Based on the kills, David would say that if it was a vampire doing the killing, it was a female.

He had gone to the bar where all of the victims had been seen before they'd been killed and was not surprised to see a young woman - no older than twenty-five if he had to guess - walked up to the bar. She was dressed in all black, and David was certain that he could see the silhouet of a knife under her coat. Her dark hair had been tied into a bun, and even though it was dark outside, she was still wearing her sunglasses. Normally, he'd find it pretentious, but somehow, it suited her.

He kept looking as she moved to sit at a table, becoming more interested when a man in his early thirties asked to join her.

"A pretty bird like you wouldn't mind, now, right?" The man slurred. It was small, but David noticed the hint of disgust on her face.

"Sure." Her voice was low, and where David expected it would normally be a warm and soothing voice, right now it was ice cold.

"You see, I've been a bit lonely since I've came here, and I saw that you were alone and I thought that maybe-"

"That I could keep your bed warm?" She tilted her head slightly. "That I'd be a good companion for a single night?"

"Well, not necessarily just one night, but you get what I mean right, I mean surely a lonely girl like you would-"

"Don't finish that sentence."

"- like the attention, right?"

She sighed, taking a long sip of her drink. She put the glass down and looked at the man in front of her.

"You're wrong," she smiled sweetly, "I am not lonely. Besides, even if I was, why would I waste my time on you? Someone who's willing to fuck the very first stranger he meets?"

"That's not-"

"But that's what you wanted, isn't it?"

David had listened closely up until now, and he couldn't help but like the woman. He had noticed, very early on in the conversation that she had this indescribable hint of danger hanging around her. Sadly - or luckily, depending on your point of view - the man in front of her had ignored it, letting himself be guided by his own lust.

"Y-yeah, but -" the man stammerd, shutting up when he saw her shake her head.

"Well, maybe I can help you. Just a little bit."

She stood up and walked out the door, the man quickly following behind. David followed as well, curious to see how she would end this. She had entered the back alley and lent against the wall.

"Can you maybe suck my-" the man started sounding somewhat hopeful, but he was quickly cut off.

"If you think that you can order me around, I'll not only cut your dick off, but also slice your tongue in half." Her voice was darker and colder than before, and only now did the man realise that she was dangerous.

"What?!" The man paled.

"Pants down. Now."

"What? Why? You freaking bitch!"

"Why? I saw you, Rick. I saw how you tried to convince students to sleep with you."

"It was by their own choice!"

"Really? 'Either you fuck me, or I make sure you won't be able to pay your tuition' is a choice?"

The man - Rick - nodded, albeit fearfully.

"I hate people like you. Do you really think you deserve so much more, simply because you have more power? More connections?" The woman had revealed her knife, swinging it around playfully. "Pants down. Now. Or I'll make you regret it even more."

Shakily, the man did what she said, and David grinned as he saw the satisfaction in her face as she carried out her promise. The man sunk to the ground, crying. "Let's this be a lesson for you, Rick."

"You sick fuck!"

"I know where you live. I know where you work. If you ever think of crossing that line in any way - I will know. And I will ruin you."

With those words, she left him, crying and bleeding in the alley behind the bar.

"I don't know who you are, but I know you're there." She stopped in the middle of the street. David smiled, appearing behind her.

"I like your way of handling things."

She turned around, somewhat surprised. "Hm. Never thought a guy would say that."

David grinned, realising she looked more relaxed now than she had done in the previous hour.

"So, you saw all that?" She asked, cleaning her knife and putting it back in her coat pocket.

"I did."

"And?"

"I think we have a lot in common."

"What, you also cut dicks off when someone harasses some girls?"

"I do worse."

At that, she smiled, offering him her hand. "I'm Nancy."

"David."

It was quiet for a moment before she spoke up. "Are you hungry?"

"Sure. My treat."

"Why?"

"I'd like to know you better. Tell me, why do you hunt these men down?"

She smiled, a hint of sadness present in her expression. "My younger sister has been scared to start uni after one of her friends had been harassed by a teacher. I am making sure she can go without feeling afraid."

"You're the cleanup crew?"

Nancy nodded. "I'd do anything for my sister."

David smiled at that, leading her to a small cafe. He ordered for them, and the two of them talked for hours. The more they talked, the more David realised he not only liked Nancy's way of handling things but practically everything about her. Nancy, although she was a bit apprehensive at first, began to feel flustered when he'd tell something or when he really looked at her. He made her feel special and wanted and normal for going on her clean-up mission. They talked about everything, and David was surprised to find that Nancy was part of an animal rescue team. And that she loved nothing more than to watch silly romcoms and that she sometimes wished she could go and explore hidden ruins in the hope of entering some magical fantasy world. How she loved the idea of magic and fantasy but had always loved vampire stories the most. David had grinned at that.

When the cafe closed, somewhere around three in the morning, she was more than happy to accept his offer to drive her home.

"David?" She asked as she got off his bike. "Would you maybe like to, well, mee me for dinner tomorrow?"

"How about I show you some hidden ruins that will lead you to a fantasy world?"

[yurinaa-world]

Hello! Could a get scenario of vash and Wolfwood(separate) comforting their 21st century time traveler friend that got stuck on noman land somehow and she’s crying cause the battery to her phone is dying and that means she can’t listen to her music or look at the photos of her friends and family plz?

Characters: Vash & Nicholas x Female reader

Synopsis: The reader from the twenty-first century is stuck in normal land, crying, because her phone battery is dead; she can't listen to music or look at photos of her friends and family. 

Warnings: a tiny bit of angst , fluff.

Notes: This is my very first request thank you for requesting I hope you like it .ヾ(*∇*)ﾉ

Vash "the humanoid Typhoon"

Sitting on the cold ground, looking at a phone that was at 1%, and then looking up at the sky, with the sun slowly setting, the air getting colder and colder with it, and the breeze blowing against your face, a chill runs down your spine.

Crossing your arms to keep your hands warm and looking around and seeing everyone getting ready to go home to their families, you feel lonely and lonely, wanting to hear your mother complain about how you don't do chores but stay in the room all the time.

You feel your eyes swell up, and warm tears drip down your cheeks. You wanted to go home badly, but now she is stranded in some town you've never heard of.

Looking around again, I saw that people were leaving, and soon there would be none left in the town. The people would leave, and you would have no one. You sigh, wiping away the water from your eyes as the wind blows harder, causing you to shiver.

looking at your phone for the last time, but it had already died and there was nothing to charge it with.

Sitting in the cold, you hear someone sit beside you. Turning your head to the side, you see a blonde in orange shades with a plaid jacket smiling back at you.

His clothes look way different than yours.

"Hey, are you alright!?" He blurted it out while attempting to console you.

"No, my phone died, and I don't know where I am!" You mumbled sadly. He looked confused at your answer but continued his attempts to make you feel better.

"Well, I'll try my best to help." "Could I see your phone?" The blonde with glasses smiled while holding his hand so you could give him your phone. You handed him the device hesitantly, and as he took it, he looked at it puzzledly, as if he'd never seen it before.

"I'm really sorry i couldn't help I'm sure what to do." he gulped

"At the very least, you tried," you say.

"Where are you from?" "Your clothes are different than most people's," he pounded

"I could say the same about you, but I didn't catch your name," you inquired.

"Vash the Stampede!" Vash answers.

"(Name), but Vash the Stampede has a pretty weird name to have," you bleated.

"Really, is it?" Vash gasped while scratching the back of his head, "I'm from (place name)."

"Never heard of it."

"Really?" you exclaim.

"(Name), what is your phone even for?" Vash asks, "I wish I could listen to music or look at photos; even more, I wish I could listen to music or see my family." you sniffled. "Don't cry; I'll help you get home," Vash said with a smile.

"I promise"

Nicholas D. Wolfwood "The Punisher"

You were sitting on metal stairs, and you felt so hopeless not knowing where you were that you just wanted to go back home to see your family and friends and listen to music.

Your tears wouldn't stop falling, and you tried to wipe them away, but they just kept falling. At the same time, your hands felt numb and cold. The air could cause your cheeks to freeze.

You didn’t want to die, and dying in a place like this was the last thing you wanted.

While you zoned out, someone sat beside you.

You slowly turned your head when you noticed a man dressed entirely in black and wearing black sunglasses at night. He had a cigarette in his mouth and a huge cross by his side.

"Why are they so upset?"The man asked you

"Um, what?" you hesitated 

"Why are you crying?" he huffed.

"Well, as strange as it may sound, I want to go home and see my family and listen to music again, but my phone died, and everything feels surreal to me." you sobbed 

The man just listened to you quietly while puffing smoke from the cigarette before taking his finger and wiping the tears away and silently comforting you.

You're a bit happy that he didn't call you insane and just leave.

"Thank you," you muttered.

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Just Right | Ch 4

(Steve Rogers x F!Reader, post-Ultron Multichapter)

Summary:

You’ve been in love with Steve Rogers for at least a year, but he treats you the same way he treats every other member of the team– with respect, but nothing more. It takes an inter-dimensional mistake and a whole second, more assertive, actually interested Steve for you to realize that you don’t want just any version of Steve Rogers– you want the one you’ve been pining for all this time.

Length: 3,456

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Excerpt:

“He’s me, ‘Dine. He’d never dream of revealing something like that. I was thinking about it-- I think the only reason he went on the mission is because it happened for them already. It’s hard to resist the comparisons.” He lifts his eyebrows to see if you want him to take your tray, and you nod.

“How is that going?” you ask carefully.

Steve immediately looks at the ceiling, then over at the window, before finally glancing your way, letting out a little sigh. “Can someone be better at being you than you are?”

You let some of how you feel about him show, since you’re practically bursting with it anyway. “No, but you can know yourself well enough to recognize that you and he are working on different things, and they don’t overlap.”

He’d been priming to stand up, but your words physically send Steve back in his chair. The look is back, the one you wish you could bottle up and overdose with, on nights when you talk with your married friends.

“I-- That really helps. Thank you.”

Chapter Four

You don’t change clothes for lunch; it’s only when you walk into the cafeteria area that you realize this could be very loosely construed as a date-- but by then it’s too late, because Steve’s seen you and he waves you over to the smaller table by the wall.

“I waited, hope you don’t mind. Natasha told me it’s very rude to set things up so that the woman is eating when the man isn’t.”

Does that make this a date? your traitorous brain pushes you to ask as the two of you make your way over to get food. You could probably phrase it in a way that gives you cover if his reaction is negative-- but you just can’t do it. Instead, you ask him about the stuff that didn’t make it into Natasha’s rather clinical report.

He talks about the secrecy the government had asked them to employ, how they’d worn sunglasses and ball caps to get to the site, their gear stowed away in backpacks.

“Tony took one look at the group of us and went back into the Quinjet. He came out wearing a leather jacket, reflective sunglasses, and a motorcycle helmet. Said we all looked like a ‘tourist group’ of undercover FBI agents!”

You laugh. “Glad he put it to good use, even if it wasn’t the one I’d intended.”

He looks down and smiles at his sandwich, shaking his head a little bit. “I should have known you were the one who put that in there.”

“Hey, stashing an extra helmet is a no brainer, pun intended! Not everyone is a super soldier, but all of you sure love your motorcycles.”

“You’ll be happy to know we avoided self-destructive behavior as much as possible, this trip. The NRC guys were very careful, only let Stark go into certain areas.”

“Well,” you say, pointing at him with a celery stick. “Based on Howard’s notes you would have been fine, but I guess it doesn’t hurt to be cautious.”

“Howard Stark?” Steve asks, voice going quiet.

“Yeah. I mean, he was heavily involved in the serum development, and man, was he a note-taker!” Something about the look on Steve’s face hits you. “Did… did no one ever tell you about that? There are notebooks’ worth of--”

“No,” he says, posture straightening. “No one said anything.”

Now you feel guilty and indignant on his behalf, all at once. “They’re all scanned in, I bet you have access? I’m not sure anyone thought to tell you, sadly enough. Either that or they just assumed you knew.” You fumble around for your phone, but he stretches out a hand into your line of sight in that way he has, gentler than using his voice. It’s a leadership thing, the knowledge that a command to stop means something different when you’re both a friend and a team leader. You’ve always loved that about him.

“I’ll check it out. Thank you.”

You nod, offer the olive branch of a redirect back to the original conversation. “So, was Stark able to find the source of the radiation?”

“Yeah, flew it right to the disposal site. Probably saved days worth of decontamination work. Problem was, the HYDRA base-- well, you saw the report.”

“Booby traps, Tony Stark’s favorite.”

He wheeze-coughs through the sip he’d been taking. “Yeah, and his work defusing them was the lynchpin of the whole operation. He’ll be insufferable for days.”

“How will we be able to tell the difference?” It’s a joke, but after the two of you share a chuckle, Steve’s expression turns serious.

“Yeah, about that…”

“Oh, I walked right into that one.”

“Humor me? It’s been a strange experience, having a doppelganger. You seem like one of the only people who can instantly see the difference, so when you didn’t--” He breaks off and doesn’t continue.

You shrug. “It’s honestly just instinct? Or maybe I’m hypersensitive to hair length. Got to make sure that helmet fits you without slippage!”

Steve finishes off the last bite of his sandwich and regards you thoughtfully. It’s familiar (still thrilling, though), and you shove away the thoughts that everything you’ve been saying and doing here could have just as easily been done as a function of your job. You suddenly wish you could change the subject, but you know Steve. He’s wrestling with something. You suspect you’re one of the only people who see the differences between him and Gold Steve enough to help.

“He won’t say anything about what he may have gone through-- and I wouldn’t ask,” Steve says quickly. “It does feel like he’s more… maybe ‘comfortable’ is the word? It’s hard not to worry that it’s from some kind of shared trauma.”

“A shared trauma you’d avoid, if only you knew it was coming?” you guess gently.

Steve’s look of relief carries with it an undercurrent of gratitude that could very easily be tuned to the romantic. After spending hours of your life syncing yourself to his resonance, your body can’t help but respond, quickening your breathing and heating your blood.

“He’s me, ‘Dine. He’d never dream of revealing something like that. I was thinking about it-- I think the only reason he went on the mission is because it happened for them already. It’s hard to resist the comparisons.” He lifts his eyebrows to see if you want him to take your tray, and you nod.

“How is that going?” you ask carefully.

Steve immediately looks at the ceiling, then over at the window, before finally glancing your way, letting out a little sigh. “Can someone be better at being you than you are?”

You let some of how you feel about him show, since you’re practically bursting with it anyway. “No, but you can know yourself well enough to recognize that you and he are working on different things, and they don’t overlap.”

He’d been priming to stand up, but your words physically send Steve back in his chair. The look is back, the one you wish you could bottle up and overdose with, on nights when you talk with your married friends.

“I-- That really helps. Thank you.”

“Anytime,” you say, and mean it.

When you’re finished with your work for the day, something in you just cannot stand to be indoors any longer. That doesn’t mean you’re going to go for a run or anything, but a walk among green things is a necessity. You head straight for the woods when you get outside, aiming for a particular clearing that’s a favorite, the one with a tree that angles just so, perfect for leaning against and thinking.

It had been a gamble to move into the Avengers Compound, because it cut you off in some ways from your friends in the city. Not everyone who works there lives on-site, it’s not required-- and you didn’t do it just because it’s where Steve lives. After all, he’s been looking for months for a place in Brooklyn, so he could move out at any point. He refuses to let anyone help (and you suspect that Stark actually has a place rented or bought for him and is just looking for the right way to trick Steve into living there), but you’re sure it’s only a matter of time.

The lunch today has you all twisted up in knots, even hours later. On one hand, you’re elated that he’d invited you to lunch at all, that you got his full attention for such an extended period of time-- especially in such a relaxed, no-pressure setting. On another, it was… more of the same, from him. 

You let out a long, frustrated sigh. Meeting Gold Steve has made you dissatisfied with the status quo, there’s no other way to put it. Without his attentive interest, you’d have seen your lunch with your universe’s Steve Rogers as one of the most exciting events of your tenure here.

“That’s a weary sound,” a voice says. Speak of the devil…

“Haven’t they sent you back yet?” you quip, mostly kidding. You’re vulnerable and combative right now, and if you can chase Gold Steve away, you really ought to.

He walks over into your line of sight and shoulders up against a tree, one hand in his pocket. “Tony’s been in the lab since last night, or so FRIDAY says. A couple more hours and Natasha’s planning to break in to give him a care package of food and fresh coffee.”

“That’s… actually pretty encouraging.” Your back has started to hurt, but if you stand up to leave, you know he’ll offer to accompany you, and your universe’s Steve has seemed a little… protective of you, when Gold Steve is around. 

That thought actually pisses you off, because the word your mind is dancing around is ‘jealousy,’ and in order for there to be jealousy, there need to be feelings. You’re pretty sure that’s not what’s going on.

“If you don’t mind my saying so, you look like you need to talk something out.”

“You’re probably simultaneously the best and the worst person to do that with right now,” you groan.

“It’s ‘other me’ related?”

You close your eyes and scrunch up your face in regret. “Pretend I didn’t say anything?”

“And squander your chance to figure him out?” Gold Steve actually makes a ‘tsk’ noise.

“You don’t really mean that,” you say with your eyes still closed. “Even if you did, there’s no figuring. There’s just me reading into things.” You suspect he’s trying to learn more about his counterpart, so you decide to chase him away with this and then maybe dig a hole to fling yourself into until he goes back home. “He’s had lunch with any number of other people, and it’s just the way you look at me that made me mix the two of you up when he was jog--” 

You straighten up. If Stark’s really on the verge of a breakthrough, this might be your last chance to ask Gold Steve the thing that’s been nagging at you for weeks.

If you’re burning bridges, then you might as well light them up.

“What is with that, anyway? You know that’s how I knew, right? The way you look at me.” Most of your rational brain is in revolt, but you’re tired. If this avatar of the person you love can’t explain to you how to trigger the same reaction in your version, then you’re going to demand that he tell you what makes him different. He’s upended your neatly compartmentalized life, it’s the least he can do. And once he has, he’ll probably stop seeking you out, and you can start the process of returning to normal.

He looks guilty.

“I wasn’t going to--” Gold Steve presses his lips together. “I’m not trying to change anything,” he says, and it sounds more like he’s trying to persuade himself than you. “After I found out Bucky was alive, learned some of what he’d gone through, someone was there for me, and I fell really hard.” 

His wry smile is sad, and you feel a tiny prickle of alarm. It doesn’t feel like this is going to be a happy story.

He continues, “At the time, I didn’t feel like I knew enough about this decade, this century. I needed time. And the nature of the job, you know, the world always needs saving, so I wasn’t worried. I figured I had time. And then we lost-- she was gone.” 

Gold Steve stops and takes a breath. He’s not looking at you, and you don’t blame him. It seems like if he did, he might just lose the tenuous grip he has on his emotions. You can barely breathe just listening to him.

“I really regret that. I never took that chance-- and, I’d love to think we’d have made it work, that she’d have fallen for me just as hard-- but now I’ll never know. I’ll never know what it would’ve been like to wake up next to each other. To help her through the tough times, to maybe be the last loving thought on her mind, before the end.” He looks directly at you, and you can see it, the bone-deep regret, the determination to do whatever he can to prevent that kind of heartache. “Those days afterwards, they taught me you have to speak up, let people know what they mean to you. I can’t let the fear of letting someone down leave them to die alone. I told myself I had to use that horrible day to be better, to--” he lets out a tiny chuckle, like he’s reliving a bittersweet memory. “To wear my heart on my sleeve.”

“That’s beautiful,” you whisper. “I’m sorry you lost her.”

“Me too.”

Gold Steve wasn’t at dinner, but you didn’t blame him at all. You’d sat there trying to socialize with his words hanging around your heart until the burden was too heavy, and you’d excused yourself after barely eating anything. Now it’s two in the morning and you’re ravenous, and you only have yourself to blame.

You make yourself some cereal, a comfort food from your childhood, but you can’t bring yourself to eat it in the large, dark cafeteria, nor do you want to put the overhead lights on. Instead, you steal away with it to the rec room, even though it’s probably not allowed in there. If FRIDAY wants to tell on you, so be it.

It isn’t until you’re happily settling into the comfiest chair that you see you’re not alone.

“Jeez, Tony, are you okay?”

“Finally! Pay up,” he says triumphantly from his place on the couch. You swear for a solid twenty seconds; for months you’d avoided using his given name after he’d teased you for using Natasha’s first, telling him smugly that you’d rather pay him $50 than give him the satisfaction.

“I’ll pay you in the morning, but I think it’s cheating to stay up for forty some hours just for a lousy fifty bucks. I guess eccentric billionaire is as eccentric billionaire does,” you sniff. Inwardly, you’re mad that you’d forgotten Tony likes the rec room couch better than the guest beds.

“Fifty bucks and the solution to sending the Rog-elgänger back,” Tony says, adding quickly, “I think. I came in here to get a few winks and see if I still feel like a genius when I wake up.”

“And?”

“Fatal flaw,” he grins. “I don’t know what it’s like not to feel like a genius.”

“Well, run it by me, I’ll give you my honest, non-genius opinion.”

“I wouldn’t be so quick to count yourself out of this equation, Brigandine. You’re a big part of how I figured it out,” Tony shocks you by saying. “Keep eating, don't let it get soggy. Okay.” He slaps a hand down on his right thigh. “Say this is our universe, and this--” Tony slaps his other hand down on his left thigh; “--is IMPOS-Steve’s universe. He’s said there’s no Avengers Compound over there, but he still walked out into the room when he showed up, right? Like there was a door in the wall?”

You’re still giggling from a minute back. “Only you would use your lap to symbolize the multiverse! But yes, it was like he’d just walked through a door.”

Tony ignores your gibe, caught up in his explanation. “That means it’s not a one-to-one transfer-- whatever chose that place in space-time, it’s not based on where he was when he left. Which is useful only up to a point, because to send him back, I have to do the same thing. With me so far?”

You nod, your mouth full.

“Not long after the attack on New York I got to thinking about how the Chitauri were able to connect from so far a distance. I mean, yeah, wormhole, but I figured there had to be more to it than that. I thought, what if there was something that was like DNA, but it was readable without having to look into a person’s cells. A molecular imprint, like your own personal resonant frequency.”

You’re completely fascinated. “The same way a big building or a bridge has a specific frequency, only unique?”

“Not at all, and yes,” Tony says. “It doesn’t really matter what it is exactly, just that it exists. The problem is figuring out how to detect it, so I went looking for Vision. The two of us did some testing--” He pauses for an extended, satisfying-looking yawn, scratches his forehead, and tries to remember where he was.

“Some testing?” you prompt.

“A lot of testing, but yes. I had set this aside way back when because there was no way to really test the theory--”

“I’m sorry, what theory? Connection over long distances?”

“Well, yes, but connection across universes, too. I mean, the worst possible nightmare, right? With the mind stone and access to every dimension, Loki might have had the largest army ever. An infinite army.”

There’s something about the expression on Tony’s face, like maybe he’d actually set this concept aside because it was the only way he could sleep. He shakes himself a little bit, sees you’re sitting there, and apparently, that’s enough to remind him of where he is in his explanation.

“Right. Faux-gers,” Tony says, grinning. Your stomach clenches in a not wholly uncomfortable way at the idea that your boss associates you with Steve enough to put him back on track like that.

“I think what you’re really lying awake doing is coming up with those,” you tease.

“You know it. Anyway, you’d think there’s no way to test it, right? You’d have to have two versions of the exact same person. Yes, exactly!” Tony says at your spark of realization. He absurdly makes two little ‘people’ out of the first and second fingers of each hand, and stands them up on his thighs, harking back to his ‘lap dimensions.’ “Vision was able to confirm it. Both Steves have the same resonance.” He sighs and lets his hands drop. “Another breakthrough I can’t win a Nobel for.”

You still feel like you’re right on the edge of understanding, and from the yawn Tony just fought through, he’s running out of coherent consciousness. “That’s great, but how does that send him back, exactly?”

“Because all I have to do is tune the thing I haven’t quite invented yet to the resonance of one of the other Avengers. That way I can feel confident I’m sending Pure Imitation Vanilla back safely, instead of in the middle of the concrete foundation for the Bezos Tower or something. And now I want cookies.”

You are taken by a yawn of your own, and Tony leans over and rescues your mostly-empty bowl before it falls off of your lap. Something he said when you first started talking is important, but you can’t remember what it is--

“I might send Nat to trick him into telling us how much farther along he is than we are,” Tony says, lifting up your spoon, making a terrible face, and setting the bowl down on the coffee table. “He tried to play it off, but there were times on that mission that he was definitely steering us away from some nasty shit.”

That confirms your similar hunch. “How far ahead do you think he is?”

“Very,” is the surprising answer. “Which brings me back to your role in all of this. Brigandine, I’m sorry to say, but I think you’re dead.”

You blink at Tony. “Dead? I figured I just wasn’t born in his--”

“Ah, but that wouldn’t work.” He pops his finger figurines back up on his lap, and you groan. “They have to match, remember?”

“Couldn’t the matching resonance thing have been Sam?” you protest. A film of unreality is forming across your skin, dusting up goosebumps and an accompanying chill.

“I don’t think so. You said he seemed pleased to see you, surprised to see the complex. What if something happened? Something bad?” Tony leans over. “Something preventable? If the resonance is tethered to a person instead of a timeframe, how do you ensure you arrive before the bad thing happened?”

“You choose someone who shouldn’t be alive,” you breathe, shaken. “But he’s been here for weeks! If something’s coming, wouldn’t he have said something by now?”

“Not if it’s a ways off. Not if he can’t go back. This is Steve Rogers, ‘Dine. His morals have morals. If we can’t send him back, he doesn’t need to say anything and change other things by accident. He just has to steer us away from the dragons at the edge of the map.”

Next chapter

[mrrcasuallycruell]

NICO U GOT LASIK?????? HOW ARE YOU????????

Okay fuck it it's been 60 hours since my surgery and now im going to write a long post because im tired of not using my phone :/

anyways i hope my eyes aren't too stressed for typing this so i'm wearing sunglasses and my phone is on extra dim brightness with the blue light filter so please excuse any typos. i'm doing fine and yay i did not go blind (at least so far i hope it stays this way sksjsksk). i was so tensed before getting lasik i watched like every video on youtube and read every reddit thread i could (won't recommend because almost everyone posts about negative experiences on online forums since people with successful surgeries don't really care to share their experience mostly).

Getting the surgery done is such a cool experience because you're conscious the entire time, you lose your vision for a few seconds when they cut your eye flap but then a white light appears and you see different colored dots such as red and green, it feels like you're looking at stars through a telescope. When they turn on the laser to reshape your cornea you can actually smell something burning which I would've thought was the smell of my eye burning but turns out it's just particles in the air that the laser contacts which give off the smell i'm not sure tho.

Anyways, after getting the surgery done it's sadly not a fairytale ending as if you can see everything perfectly but when i got up i could actually read stuff that was far away from me (??!!!!??!!?!!!!) but everything was hazy, it wasn't blurred but it was just like everyone was glowing too much). anyways, after the surgery the doctor checked my eyes and told me i'd start feeling a burning sensation in half an hour, so i should sleep as soon as i get home. So i got home and the burning and itching started, it was very mild at first so i took the sleeping pilp they prescribed and went to sleep however i woke up after an hour and i literally couldn't open my eyes they were burning like hell. it felt as if someone had opened my eyes and was cutting onions on top of them. So i slept again and when i woke up the itching had stopped.

After waking up my vision was amazing, i mean there was still a weird glow but it wasn't too much and i could see everyone's face so clearly if it wasn't under the lights i felt like crying and i still feel like it when i can look at stuff so clearly with my own eyes 😭😭😭😭 it is so coo!!!!! i never thought i would see like this, I've been wearing glasses for the last 11 years and my eye sight came back in a few hours?????????!!!!!!!!!!!

Yesterday I went to the doctor and he told me that even though i was visibly tensed i still did an almost perfect job at aligning my eyes during the surgery and that everything was back in place perfectly. I still have to put in 3 different eye drops 4 times a day so that my eyes dont get too dry. I told him about the glare issues ive been having such as start bursts and halos around lights and he said they'd settle in a couple of weeks since my brain is still adjusting to this change (i hope he's right because i can feel the effect lessening in just 2 days)

Also i went out at night yesterday and the star bursts i saw coming from the cars and street lights were insane but they looked so fucking cool 💀 so yeah i guess that's all for now, all that I've done the past few days is listened to music with my eyes closed and i don't regret it at all :D

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[helfireclub]

𝓓𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓵 {Eddie Munson x FEM OC}

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Chapter: Hellfire club.

'Steve, can you drop me off at school?' Lilly shouted in front of the bathroom door. 'Why?

You aren't going to the game right?' Steve replied as he pulled the door to her room open so Lilly could come in.

He was completely smelling like aftershave and doing his hair as high as he possibly could. Lilly stood at the door opening. Her eyebrow raised looking at her stepbrother.She was wearing red and black checkered pants and a black plain tanktop.She added a leather jacket over it.

'No, I kind off made a promise to Dustin I would play DnD with him because you are too busy with your date.' Lilly said as she walked over to the sink to brush her teeth. 'Of course.' Steve answered.

'But I need to pick Brenda up to.' He told Lilly while brushing his teeth next to her. 'Can't I like drop you off at Eddie's?' Steve asked with his mouth full of toothpaste. 'No, he doesn't know I'm coming.' Lilly answered spitting out her toothpaste. 'I'll just ask for mom's car.' Lilly said as she put up her hair in a high ponytail.

She took her sunglasses and threw a mixtape in her bag before sprinting down the stairs to her mom. Her mom was nice enough to lend her the car keys.

She walked out of the house and saw Steve backing out of the driveway.He downed his sunglasses looking at her making sure she was able to leave, or if he was needed to still drop her off.Like the big brother he is. Lilly flipped him the bird and had the car keys on her middle finger. he shook his head and flipped her the bird to before driving off.

Lilly jumped in the car and put in the mixtape Eddie had given to her. It were his favorite songs so she was definitley listening to that.

*Iron man by Black Sabbath started playing*

Lilly backed the car out of the driveway and drove off.She put her sunglasses on her face and drove towards the Henderson's house. She had called Dustin and Mike when her mom had giving her the car keys. So it wouldn't be weird Lilly was at school, they would be entering Hell fire all three at the same time.

She drove up to Dustin's house and he jumped in the car.'The Trooper by Iron maiden came on.' And Lilly turned down the music a little. But Dustin was fast and put it up harder.'I didn't know you liked this kind of music Dusty bun' Lilly said teasingly.Steve had told him about the nickname they all gave him, and sometimes when they were alone she liked to tease him about it. Dustin rolled her eyes.'I love good music Elizabeth.' he bit to her.The both of them let out a laugh before driving towards Mike's house.

She stood in front of the Wheeler house. when she saw Nancy walking to the car and getting in. Lilly waved to her. and she nodded her head back. 'Where's she going?' Lilly asked Dustin.'I thought her boyfriend lived in California now.' Lilly said looking over her sunglasses looking at Nancy driving off. 'Mike's flying there tommorow morning, his girlfriend lives there to.' Dustin said.'But to get back to your question.I think Nancy is going to the game for the newspaper.' 'Hmmm, that's boring.' Lilly said.

Mike stepped in the car and Lilly waved to Miss Wheeler who was looking at them through the window before putting the music on louder and driving off.

'We're a little late.' Lilly said a smirk on her face as she drove towards school.'Oh Eddie won't like that.' Dustin said sadly.'Eddie doesn't have a choice.' Lilly said as she drove onto the school parking lot. The three of them stepped out.

Dustin and Mike wearing their hellfire t-shirts. 'Oh wait!' Lilly said as they wanted to walk off. she opened her bag and pulled out a tshirt.She had stolen Eddie's hellfire t-shirt last night. Lilly pulled off her leather jacket and pulled the hellfire shirt over her head. the leather jacket over it. And she tightend the elastic band holding her high ponytail. 'Let's go boys.' Lilly said smirking as she walked over to the trunk of her car and got her boombox out.she locked the door and smirked.The sunglasses still on her nose. Lilly walked past the boys and towards the schoolDustin and Mike were looking at each other.

'Let's say we put this right outside the room and play something right before we walk in.' Lilly said biting her lower lip as she ran through the school doors. 'Do you even know where we play hellfire?' Mike asked. To which Lilly let out a chuckle. 'Of course I do.' she answered.

When they arrived at the hallway where they play HellfireLilly put down her boombox and put her cassette in. 'I didn't want to play DnD at first. But this is the most amazing oppurtunity to tease Munson.' Lilly said smirking brightly. She clicked on play and the intro of Thunderstruck by AC/DC started playing.

'You go first.' Lilly said smirking.

She pushed both Dustin and Mike to the door which they opened.

'You're fucking late.' Eddie said. 'and what's with fucking AC/DC' he replied to himself. 'And did you bring a substitude?' Dustin smirked and let out a chuckle. 'And what kind of substitude.''Let's say she was in our favor.' Mike added.

To which Lilly walked in the room. 'Seems like yesterday I was in this room.' Lilly said.

Gareth and Jeff their mouth fell as they looked at their dungeon master. Eddie sat on the dungeon master chair and put his fingertips together.

'Abso fucking lutley not.' Eddie said.

'You asked for a sub and we delivered.' Dustin said.

Mike went to the hallway and collected the boombox and turned it off.

'This is Hellfire club.' Eddie said.

'So?' Lilly said putting up her sunglasses.

'So?' Eddie said as he stood up walking towards Lilly.

'Yeah so.' Lilly said as she crossed her arms over his hellfire shirt.

'This is gonna cost all night, I'm pretty sure you don't have the attention span for that Princess.' Eddie told her.

To which Lilly lifted her eyebrow.

'Yesterday cost me all night too, but I enjoyed that.' She pushed Eddie away with her finger on his chest.

Gareth and Jeff tried to hold themselves in.

'What's your class and level?' Eddie said as he pulled Lilly's finger off his chest and locked eyes with her.

'Level one hafling?' Eddie tried to mock her.

'You should not have done that hun.' Lilly said under her breath breaking eye contact with Eddie but getting it right back in a matter of a second.

'My name Mr Munson.' Lilly said pushing him back with her hand towards his chair.

'Is Lilith Goddes of death.

And I'm a chaotic good Wood elf, Level 15.' Lilly explained while making Eddie walk back to his chair backwards.

'Let's say i'm a druid with instead of a sword I have the looks of a siren and the power of poison making every man meld right in my hands.

quite literally actually.

Like poison Ivy.' She ended her rant and stood in front of Eddie with a happy fake smile on her face.

'So do you wanna play or are you to scared to loose to me Munson?' Lilly asked him.

Her tongue rolling over her lips waiting for his answer.

Eddie was frowning at her.

But his frown fastly turned into his signature hellish grin.

As he stuck out his hand to her.

'Welcome to Hellfire Lilith.' Eddie said.

Lilly shook his hand and smirked turning around to Dustin and Mike who were rooting for her.

And not just a little impressed.

She high-fived both of them and they all sat down.

Eddie started his intro and everyone was hanging on his lips trying to get a clue out of everything he was saying.

And when he was done and everyone was still writing things in their journals.

Lilly looked up to meet his gaze.

Eddie was sitting on that big chair they had fucking made out in yesterday.

Resting his face in his hands, his elbows on the table.

When they linked he mouthed to her.

'Nice t-shirt.'

'Stole it from some freak.' Lilly mouthed back and winked at him.

'The hooded cultists chant,

Hail Lord Vecna.' Eddie spoke clearly but slowly.

His eyes scanned the room.

'Hail Lord Vecna.' Eddie sounded again.

Lilly was rather impressed.

She liked this side of Eddie and she could see what got him so revved up about Hellfire.

'They turn to you.' Eddie suddenly said

'Remove their hoods.

You recognize most of them from Makbar.

But there is one you don't recognize, his skin shriveled, desiccated.

And something else.

He is not only missing his left arm... ' Eddie was speaking a bit louder by the second.

His left arm went up on his back.

As he slowly raised.

'But his left eye.' Eddie spoke putting his hand on his left eye

'F U C K' Lilly exclaimed.

Everyone was shouting and cursing.

At how they could have missed this.

'Vecna's dead! ' Lilly shouted.

'He was killed by Kas!' Mike agreed to facepalm himself.

'So it was thought, my friends.

So it was thought.' Eddie said calmly.

'But Vecna...

LIVES' Eddie said as he put Vecna's character back on the map.

Eddie was smirking and proud of himself for keeping this a secret while telling the story.

While everyone was still trying to recover their thoughts.

Lilly looked at Eddie.

And again they locked eyes.

Eddie smirked at her.

To which Lilly winked and licked her upper lip.

Eddie cleared his throat

'You are scared.

You're tired. You are injured.

Do you flee Vecna and his cultists?' Eddie asked the group.

'Or do you stand your ground and fight?'

'Come on.' Mike whispered to himself.

'I say we fight.' Dustin brought to the group.

'to the death.' Lilly added crossing her arms and sitting back on her chair.

'To the death indeed.' Dustin agreed and fist bumped Lilly.

'To the death.' Mike agreed.

'To the death !' Gareth said as he started hitting the table with both of his hands.

To all of them doing the same thing.

Eddie was laughing at their enthusiasm.

As he looked up to Lilly who this time was looking at him.

'If we win.' She mouthed to Eddie.

To which he raised an eyebrow.

'You do whatever I want tomorrow.' Lilly mouthed.

'And what if I win?' Eddie mouthed back

'You can take me anywhere you want tonight.' Lilly mouthed back.

'Deal.' he mouthed with a wink.

They all continued to play the game together.

But this to the death thing became rather serious.

First Mike died.

Then Jeff, Then Gareth.

Leaving Dustin and Lilly on the map with Lord Vecna.

'time - out! Time-out! ' Jeff said as the group all got together to try to speak tactics without Eddie.

'Guys, i hate to say this, but we've got to flee.' Gareth admitted to the rest.

'I concur.' Jeff agreed.

'Didn't we just agree to the death?' Lilly bit to both of them.

'That wasn't literal.' Gareth said looking at Lilly.

'Vecna just decimated us.

We can't kill him with two players.'

'You too?' Dustin started.

'He only has 15 hit points left.'

'Don't be pussies.' Lilly said.

'Pussies really?

Cause we're not delusional?' Gareth bit back.

'Delusional?' Lilly said raising her eyebrow.

'How about not cowards?' Lilly bit back at Gareth.

'Hey!' Eddie suddenly said.

'If I may interject, gentleman, Lilith.

Whilst I respect the passion, you'd be wise to take Gareth the Great's concern to heart.

There is no shame in running.' Eddie said as he opened his hands as a gesture to the door.

To which Lilly squinted her eyes at him.

'Don't try to be heroes.

Not today, Kay?' Eddie said with a smirk.

'One sec.' Dustin said

As they all regrouped again.

'What do you think Mike?' Dustin asked.

'How many hit points do you and Lilith have left?' Mike asked.

'twelve.' the both of them answered.

'It's risky as hell' Mike admitted.

'But you're the ones on the battlefield.

So it's your call.' Mike told them.

'What do you say, Lilith Queen of death?' Dustin asked her.

'Do you really need to ask?' Lilly said with a smirk on her face.

'Screw it.' Dustin said.

As they broke formation

'Let's kill the son of a bitch.' Dustin said.

To which Lilly agreed by patting Dustin's hat and walking back to her chair.

'You're mine.' Eddie mouthed to Lilith.

'Fuck you.' Lilly mouthed back and gave him a little middle finger.

'When I win yes.' Eddie mouthed.

'Chances of success are 20-to-1' Jeff said to Dustin.

'Never tell me the odds.' Dustin replied.

To which Lilly almost squeeled.

'That was so cool Dustin.' Lilly said softly as they sat back down.

'Give me the D20' Dustin said to Eddie.

Eddie threw the D20 to Dustin and he threw the dice.

Everyone was standing behind Dustin crossing their fingers.

And Lilly must say, she wanted them to win, she was hyped not only because if they lost she would need to do anything for Eddie.

But because she is hyped for them all the win.

Dustin threw and they all gasped when it fell on eleven.

'FUCK ME.' Lilly said hanging her head.

'That's a miss!' Eddie said while headbanging his hair around.

'My turn.' Lilly said as she got pushed forward by the guys.

She took the dice in her hand and let out a big deep breath.

All the boys were yelling at her.

As Lilly threw the dice.

Everyone went silent looking at the dice rolling over the map.

Even Eddie stopped himself to look at the dice.

And it turned to twenty.

Lilly's mouth fell open.

'Oh my god.' She said.

as the others started yelling and screaming they had won.

Eddie was processing.

'What? What?' He was saying.

He could not believe he had just lost there was just a one in twenty chance she could have thrown twenty.

and she fucking did.

[oceangirl24]

Loose Ends

"What do I do about this, Devon?" Jon felt like he was caught in an undertow and couldn't get out of it. "Matís and Aisha are both certain this is comin' out of the Mayor's office. How do I get NYPD to investigate the Mayor's office?"

"You can't," she said sadly. "If anyone can it's Aisha. I know she had the Remingtons and Penningtons removed Friday."

Devon reached across the table and grabbed his hand.

"That's another reason why you need to get out of town. Is your home security up again?"

"Yeah," he nodded slowly, staring at her hand. "I had an entirely new system put in. Paranoid, I guess."

"You're not. It was a smart thing to do." Devon glanced at her phone. "I have to go, Jon."

She quickly gathered her things and stood up. Before she left Devon leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Give Audrey my love and be careful."

Jon nodded and sat staring at the untouched soup and the chopsticks on the table. The pain in his head was rising as his thoughts became tumultuous winds roaring inside his mind.

He desperately wanted everything to stop.

Charlie appeared next to him.

"You appear to not have much of an appetite, Jonathan," he commented with quiet concern.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that." Jon sighed and reached into his coat pocket. "Lemme know what I owe you."

The other man waved his hand at this. "It's already been taken care of."

He gave him a joyless smile. "Thank you."

"Feel free to leave when you choose. Our sentries at the front will escort you out."

Jon thanked him but remained in his seat for a while longer. Eventually he got up, grabbed the file, and tucked it into the back of his waistband. At the doors, he waited for several minutes for the sentries, but none came. Frustrated he decided to leave on his own.

Stepping out into the darkness of the garage outside of the restaurant, he took his glasses off. Instantly he sensed something was wrong and turned to go back inside but the doors were already closed. Without light or knowledge of the area's layout to guide him, Jon stumbled forward with his hands outstretched attempting to feel his way out.

He didn't make it far before he heard a strange sound to his left. It sounded like metal scrapping a wall. Jon pressed forward as the noise grew into a high-pitched whine.

Then there was silence.

Panic overcame him and compelled him to run but without sight he could go nowhere. His other senses were too underdeveloped to give him any sense of direction. The dark that once brought him such peace and relief had turned on him.

Somehow, he got spun around and no longer knew if he was heading towards the restaurant or away from it. Every nerve screamed as he tried to move forward.

And the pain.

The pain was excruciating.

Then he heard it: the creaking of something heavy that was about to fall. The sound surrounded him. He didn't know where it was coming from.

Audrey appeared before him. Jon stared at her image as the horrible realization that he hadn't made things right with her filled his head.

He closed his eyes and prayed that whatever was going to happen would happen quickly.

And it did.

Everything happened at once: Audrey, the prayer, and a white light piercing the night. A second after a heavy body hit him shoving him backwards into the light. A pair of arms wrapped around him preventing a fall. The sentries, who were now everywhere, rushed to close the doors. As they did Jon looked up and saw a masculine figure in black wearing polarized sunglasses and a hoodie. It was covered in an ashy gray dust.

A deafening crash was heard just after the doors closed.

Charlie swore at the guards for not paying attention, for putting his guest at risk. Still cursing he ushered Jon back to his table where he began profusely apologizing.

The superintendent couldn't hear anything but blood rushing to his head as he fell into the chair held out to him. Adrenaline and cortisol rushing through his system elevating the pain in his head to an unbearable level.

Struggling to breathe, he leaned his elbows on the table as he held his head between his hands gasping for air. Charlie was saying something about construction crews and finding reliable workers who were willing to sign nondisclosure agreements. Something about a beam being left in crane.

Finally, the voices stopped talking and Jon's pulse quieted down. He was exhausted and out of breath as though he'd been playing a full period of a hockey game without a line change. After several minutes, he felt strong enough to move his hands away from his head.

His eyes were still closed when he heard someone sit in the chair across from him.

Jon opened his eyes and found himself looking into the bright blue eyes of his past.

A past named Angelo Sartori.

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Dr Prashant Jindal A Helpful Article About Eye Care That Offers Many Useful Tips

Dr Prashant Jindal Professional tips provider. Most people don't think about specific ways to keep their eyes healthy. Sadly, this is one area of the human body that needs to be cared for and usually is not. Luckily, this article can help you learn what you need to know. The tips in here are invaluable. Continue reading to learn how to properly care for your eyes.

You should try eating a proper diet to better care for your eyes. A good diet for maintaining eye health should include items that contain zinc, Omega-3 fatty acids, lutein, vitamin C, and vitamin E. To get these nutrients, try eating items like dark leafy greens, oily fish, eggs, nuts, and citrus fruits.

Be sure you know whether or not eye disease runs in your family. Many eye conditions are hereditary, so let your doctor know so you can determine your risks. Talk with the older members of your family to get a good picture.

Do not leave the house without your sunglasses. Even when the day is overcast, ultraviolet rays can damage your eyes. Look for glasses that offer UV protection. They cost a little more, but will protect your eyes.

Don't strain the eyes for too long. When you strain your vision and focus on something, such as a computer or television screen, you typically forget to blink as much as you should. When you don't blink enough, it means your eyes are getting the lubrication they need, which can lead to more serious problems.

Get healthy today. There are a lot of different aspects behind "getting healthy" and they all have a direct relation to the health of your eyes. Eating healthy will provide your eyes and the skin around your eyes with the vitamins they need. Exercising will increase blood flow and lower pressure around the eyes.

If you suffer from dry eyes, this can be painful. You may want to try a high quality saline drop. In addition, little things, such as blinking, can increase tear production. Try to avoid using products that are filled with chemicals. Over time, these may actually worsen your dry eyes.

Never share eye makeup with anyone. Bacteria can transfer from one person to another when eye makeup is shared. This can lead to eye irritation and other problems. At the cosmetic counter, avoid using sample products if it has been opened and used by other people already. Ask for a clean sample if available.

If you blink often, it might be an eye issue. If your eyes are not dry, the possibility exists that you may have a tic due to stress. If this happens, relax. If you don't think it could be a tic, you should consult with a good eye doctor.

Pay attention to the heating or air conditioning in your home. These are a major cause of dry eyes. Turn on a humidifier to help put moisture in the air. Moist air prevents dry and irritated eyes.

Dr Prashant Jindal Expert tips provider. Drink anywhere between eight to ten full glasses of water as the day wears on. Water can help to flush the toxins out of your system, which is beneficial in keeping your eyes healthy and moist. Additionally, drinks that contain high sugar content and alcohol can dry your body out and cause excess inflammation.

Enjoy a cup of coffee in the morning. If you're looking for another excuse to drink coffee in the morning, then you've found one. Studies have shown that drinking one or two cups of coffee each morning can actually help replenish tears that help keep eyes moist. Keep the limit at two cups or you'll do more damage than good.

Always take out your contact lenses before you sleep. Contact lenses that are left inside the eyes for too long will harbor bacteria growth. You should remove your contact lenses every night and disinfect them properly. Failing to do so will just set you up for more frequent eye infections.

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As you get older, it is natural for your eyes to dry out more often. Omega-3 foods are an important part of your diet. Also, you will want to remember that hot air and cold air could worsen the problem. Make sure you point the vents away from you in the car, and never sit right in front of a fan.

If you are working for long hours on a computer or other things that lead to eye strain, it is best that you take breaks every so often. When you move around, you will improve your circulation and re-energize yourself. Also, you will increase your oxygen intake.

A great way to relieve eye strain when using electronics is to incorporate anti-glare covers or screens. Many monitors for computers and tablets use these now and greatly help your eye health over prolonged periods. You should also make sure there are no direct lights on screens to help reduce glare in this way.

Try to get eight hours of sleep at night. Sleep helps to restore your body and keeps you feeling fresh and energetic, which will reduce the redness in your eyes and keep you healthy. Staying awake will also strain your eyes, which will constrict the blood vessels too often, causing inflammation.

Find out information about your family's eye health history. Many eye disease run in the family. Knowing this information will help the eye doctor determine if you are at higher risk of developing certain eye problems. If that is the case, then extra precaution will be recommended to monitor your eye health closely.

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[galen-the-technomage]

hi! 👋️👋️

hihi! 👋️ thank you! I thought this one was going off the rails with the songs but it actually works really well.

it was Sunday morning and I found myself alone blood, cocaine, MDMA when life becomes a trap I wear my sunglasses at night nowhere girl, you're living in a dream

songs are: ghoultown - walkin' through the desert (with a crow) | xp8 - cuttin'n'drinkin' (feat. grendel) | synthattack - final salvation | corey hart - sunglasses at night | b-movie - nowhere girl

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[quirklessidiot]

title : minazuki [11: insecurities] pairing : gojo satoru x f!y/n Genre: angst, arranged-marriage au, mystery/thriller, mature, enemies-to-lovers-ish, and very slow burn (canon compliant-ish for ch-0 to the anime)

Summary: In which Y/N L/N is placed under a union she has no choice but to partake for the sake of her survival.

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, smut (hair-pulling, edging, mentions of knife-play, humiliation), mentions of still borns, mentions of second infertility, mentions of child neglect, misogyny,  MILD MANGA SPOILERS notes: hahaha :”) sorry. see on saturday or sunday :) i cant believe im starting uni next week and im almost done drafting this story let me just *cries*

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Chapter Summary: The distance seems so far apart and although you should be happy, you feel conflicted for feelings are anything but clean.

2 years earlier, 2016

Gojo Satoru hates alcohol.

The pungent smell reeks. It’s enough to make him quell in disgust and turn green even without a single drop. Geto and Ieiri would often tease him about it but nevertheless, they still take him to the Izakaya nearby the school when they’re all legal enough to drink     well, they drank. Satoru just sat around to munch on some Otsumami and grab an ice cream at the nearby convenience store after his friends got shit-faced drunk and could barely walk anymore. He was more or less the designated driver and responsible friend in those moments since he was never fond of those drinks.

In spite of him recoiling in disgust towards it though, he likes to come back here whenever he wants to be pulled away from the burdens of being the world’s strongest shaman and the head of the Gojo family. It’s probably due to the nostalgic feeling of a worry-free youth that had him coming back. He invites Ieiri to come by but she ends up yelling at him on the phone and cursing him for trying to pry her away from her day-off.

So it ends with the shaman sitting alone, drinking a sweet drink, one that’s not even laced with alcohol at all. The owner, an old man who was well into his sixties by now and went by the name Asahi, had become a friend of sorts since they had gone way back and he had unknowingly become a regular here. Oftentimes, he’d check up and ask about the other two but how was Satoru even supposed to explain that one of them had become a mass-murderer?

“Satoru-san.” the older man serves him his snacks, “Here’s your usual...Alone again?”

Gojo Satoru peeks through his dark sunglasses, “Of course, I am. Busy day for those other two.” he winks, jokingly, entertaining him. Asahi used to have his wife next to him back when they were younger yet she had recently passed away due to a stroke, leaving him to run the establishment by himself.

“Oh?” he nods, “A doctor...and a monk, was it?” placing his hand on top of his chin, scratching it as he tries to recall what the young man had shared.

“Yeah.” It’s odd to even picture how Suguru Geto was doing these days. He wonders what it was like to lead such a huge following behind you and how different he seemed from then and now, his comrade, best friend, one who had seen the world in black and white, had started another mission. One where Satoru knew he’d never be saved from, “Pretty busy. Sadly, it’s just me again.”

“Such a loyal customer.” he quipped, it was a pretty slow night since it was the middle of the week. The only other customers were three other women who had one too many drinks since one of them had gotten fired, “And might I add, that’s a very beautiful woman. Anyone important?” he pointedly looked down at the wooden table.

Satoru stares at his side, there laid a picture of you on top of a brown envelope, it was probably a portrait taken of you to be passed around since you were wearing a traditional silk kimono, your timid and compelling gaze paired with your smile seemed sweet and rather bashful, if he may add. 

One of the elders of the clan had given it to him in preparation for your meeting next week. He said something along the lines of it being customary and that he needed to know what his future bride looked like.

The shaman has been staring at your picture for a while, trying to discern you and list off first impressions in his head. The first thing he had come up with was that you were a wall-flower and you seemed like a sheltered girl because of the description that the elder had recounted. Apparently, you were from the Kyoto prefecture and you hadn’t done a lot of field work since you were sheltered and you weren’t suited to be out on field yet unlike Shoko Ieiri who is able to use her technique in the long hours, you apparently had a low limit and had only been promoted to grade 3 because of your last name.

“...I’m marrying her.” he simply settled, taking the picture and carefully tucking it back in the folder. It was a final decision by the looks of it already. Sealed and paid full in cash along with the stamp of approval from the Gojo family.

“She’s a very beautiful woman.” he repeats, eyeing him carefully, trying to observe his features, “Arrangement?” he tilts his head lightly to the side, it was a pretty common affair in japan to have arranged marriages if the child was from a good family.

“Sorta like that.”

He doesn’t deny the older man’s words because he’s not blind. You are pretty, probably one of the most beautiful one Gojo Satoru has ever seen in his entire life but you seemed like a run-of-a-mill suburban woman who’d bore him after a few minutes of conversation. Maybe the type who’d easily submit and say yes to whatever he says and will still welcome him if he ever went on and got his cock sucked by another     obviously, he’s not one to do that but that was the point of it.

You were that type of boring woman.

The ones with no fire and make him yawn.

“Well, I hope you’ll treat her right, Satoru-san. Such fateful angels like that…” he shakes his head, clicking his tongue, “They’re very hard to come by on this earth.”

“Sounds kind of shallow for me to treat her right just because she’s pretty.” Satoru retaliates, grabbing a calamari ring and munching it on his mouth.

“Ah, not just the looks Satoru…” the older man clicks his tongue in disappointment, contradicting the young man’s train of thought, “This is fate showing you the way.” He exclaims as if he was remembering those times when stars had led him to meet his wife.

The shaman hides his laugh with a snort at his choice of words. He’s wondering if the old man was in for a joke time or if he had drank all the beers tonight, himself; yet when he remains there, looking completely sober, he takes his words back, “I doubt this is anything but fate, old man.” he revealed, taking a sip of his drink. His family had bought you, what kind of cruel fate were you subjected to?

“Hm.” His gaze twinkle in what seemed to be like amusement and fervor as he continues to share his side, “The thing is Satoru-san; no matter how tangled, contracted, and stretched fate seems to be, it always finds a way in the end. She might just be the fateful partner you’re unknowingly seeking for and you…” he gestures towards Satoru, the lonely man who seems to have no one by his side and who navigated the dark paths of this damp and dreary world by himself, “Might just be the man who she’s also looking for…”

Satoru’s lips pressed to a thin line, the tale making him shift on his seat uncomfortably since it seemed to hit a bit too close to home, “I doubt that.” he truthfully remarked, someone who could follow his trail and stand next to him? No one ever did. Well, once, yet he had left him and didn’t even glance back that day.

“The red string…” he waves his little pinky up, “is stronger than you think.”

After their seemingly heavy conversation, Satoru gets up and is ready to leave but is stopped by one of the women on the other table. Brown hair in locks, a seductive gaze that seems to eye his crystal blue ones in a confident and cool manner, and lips flushed red because she’d probably been drawing it between her teeth when she’d been eyeing him for a while.

Satoru is no stranger to this, he’s been a receiving end to countless affections from strangers all the time from both genders.

“I’m Aina.” she introduces herself, her lashes fluttering to a close as her glossy lips pursed together to give it that effect that it was bigger. She tries to innocently tilt her head to the side, “I just saw you were heading home and I wanted to ask if you wanted to join me and my friends-”

“I’m actually about to get married soon.” he cuts her off, the image of you popped out suddenly in his thoughts. Theirs that weird feeling that he shouldn’t be doing such shameless things especially to a boring and delicate lady such as you. It felt wrong. Aside from the fact that he didn’t like strangers touching him, of course.

Well, he guessed that being married wasn’t so bad.

At the very least, he can tuck the wedding ring in his pocket and just whip it out when someone would try to approach him like that.

There's a baffled expression painted on the woman’s face as if she just couldn’t believe that he’d outright reject her before she’d even say anything, “I doubt you’d ever wanna be called a mistress especially by my family.” he winks, without him even saying anything more or hearing her out her proposition, he walks out of the Izakaya.

The wintery night of Tokyo makes him stop in his tracks, the snow is barely even touching him due to his infinity that he keeps on at all times.

“Fate?” he mumbled, turning off his infinity for a brief second to hold out his palm and touch the falling snow yet instead he catches a snowflake, he stares at it melt on the warmness of his palm, the words of the old man alongside your face had him wondering, “...I wonder…” he skeptically continues.

Gojo Satoru is a non believer towards those things.

Satoru would like to think that love is an unlucky game of Russian Roulette. The chances of him being shot by it is highly unlikely, it always had been because of his lifestyle and how much he tried to avoid it but when it had hit him     it hurt like a bitch.

He’s not entirely sure what hurts more, was it the idea that he shouldn’t expect a reciprocation of feelings because this relationship was just built on money and paper? Or was it because he presumed that you were starting to feel the same thing because you slowly were starting to look at him with that affectionate gaze? Or better yet, was it that harsh slap of reality that he was simply just a stand-in for someone who had died and you were simply just projecting whatever you had felt from that guy towards him?

Maybe it was all the above.

He shouldn’t even be angry because in the end, it was his fault as to why he got so pent up like this. In the beginning, such things like love and any baggage that went behind that, was out of the question. After all, you both didn’t exactly seem to lounge around comfortably at the idea of it. You both had common ground, scoffing at the notion but here he is, alone at his apartment nearby the school and away from you because he didn’t want to be around you for another moment.

“I can’t believe I’m falling hard for a woman who wouldn’t hesitate to leave me for another man.”

He recalls your expression all too well, it’s one that’s laced with shock and how your words are suddenly coated with anxiousness and cold sweat as you try to console him but all he could see was red at that point. He didn’t want to hear anymore of it, the least thing he’d want was commiseration from you out of all people. So he walks out that night and ends up here in this apartment.

Unlike the warm home you tried to build, this place was cold and empty. Something he’s no longer accustomed to but one he had to deal with. He’s leaving for Chefchaouen soon after he leaves Yuuji with Nanami for a bit, he needs to deal with Yuta over there.

He was planning to take you with him since you seemed like the type of person to be interested in travelling but after he had arrived to the abrupt conclusion that he couldn’t exactly handle the idea of sticking around if that's how you viewed him, he might as well let everything return to how it was supposed to be.

He should’ve stopped prying after that little deal you both had made. This is an arranged marriage after all and the only thing needed to keep it going was two agreeing parties with mutual respect for the contract. 

His phone starts vibrating on the bed side table and the shaman slowly sits up right, you hadn’t even called him after what had happened so he doubts this was you, “Hello?” he greets.

“I’m outside your apartment.” the familiar voice of Nanami Kento greets on the other line. He hasn’t talked to his kohai after what had happened, he’s sure that the deep friendship you two had shared would lead to unmounted questions that he didn’t want to hear as of the moment.

After Satoru ends the call, he goes down and is faced by the familiar blonde head and tawny eyes. His straight-laced features alongside his steady and direct gaze makes him wonder just how on earth you and him ended up friends, you were too alike in more ways than one. It seemed like Haibara had been the glue of whatever friendship had happened.

Yu Haibara.

He feels his heart thump at the memory of the boy. He wonders if Yu Haibara was watching over his miserable life right now in the afterlife. A living man jealous of a guy who was six feet under and had only been a far-off memory on your part, someone who you couldn’t get over.

“Hm.” Nanami Kento clicks his tongue at his senior, “Judging by your shitty disposition, you had a fight with Y/N.”

“Save it.” Satoru replies, not in the mood to even talk about it out loud, “It’s not like we’d amount to anywhere to begin with.” he added the last part, trying to seem nonchalant and cool but despite that suave response, Nanami Kento knows better.

The blonde man takes his sunglasses off, eyeing the older man warily for a brief second, “Is this what the couples say by cool off?” his brows upturned, “I heard you’re leaving for Chefchaouen in Africa.”

Nanami Kento never intended to cause any harm. Y/N had only been the last living memory he technically had of Yu Haibara, someone he wanted to protect very much so and although he’s sad to see that his friend had caused you great distress in your current and happy marital life, he knew he needed to clarify some things as well.

“Just for a while. I’ll be introducing Yuuji to you before I leave,” he runs his hands through his hair, ignoring the question he had regarding you and how your relationship had been fairing. Now that he knew how he felt for you, he didn’t exactly like sharing his problems with other people anymore. He might as well deal with it on his own terms.

“You still haven’t answered me about Y/N.”

There's a stifling silence between the pair, “I don’t think it’s any of your business.” he finally uttered, “Whatever me and Y/N had...your friendship...Yu Haibara...that’s all in the past…” he sounded mildly resentful, making Nanami purse his lips in a sigh.

It truly was astounding how different Gojo Satoru seemed to be from then and now. The image he had of the older man was someone who didn't want to settle down or be controlled by such emotions because it wasn’t proper. The notion of love, family, and everything in between was clearly not in a shaman’s modus operandi. He recalls the white-haired man himself saying that the burdens of shamanism is walking down those paths alone and dying with nothing around you.

It’s why not many people survived in the field and had either quit or retired early.

“I don’t see the point of jealousy towards my dead friend, Gojo-san.” he deadpans, shaking his head yet Satoru found his argument to be weak. Why did it seem like he was always painted out as the bad guy between you two? Does being the strongest equate to him not being allowed to feel or think about these things once in a while? Betrayment? Anger? Or worse, jealousy that all those moments he started to cherish was just you chasing after an empty dream with a dead man? 

He’s only human and he could only take in so much.

“You make it sound like I have no right to be when I’m married to her.” Satoru is upbraided by his thoughtless statement, “How would you feel if the woman you’re married to and in love with wasn’t reciprocating it at all because of that?” he truthfully revealed, throwing the information out there nonchalantly. The words left a bitter after taste in his mouth, the volatile and momentary weakness of the man had left Nanami Kento mildly flabbergasted.

Gojo Satoru may have fallen in love for the first time but the unreciprocated feeling was more than enough to hurt him and crush his heart to pieces.

“You’re putting words in her mouth.” Kento clears his throat, trying to calm his senior down but Satoru stuffs his hands in his pockets, looking away from his Kohai as he remembers those moments he has shared with you. It was those fleeting and wary glances, and the way that you seem to avoid him.

He didn’t need words.

Those actions were more than enough to know where he stood and he didn’t want to force you anymore than that.

“Her reaction towards me is more than enough to know where I should stand,” he relaxes his shoulders, slumping forward. He might as well start circling where he should only be standing and get back to burying his head on the job like last year, “And I’m not fond of groveling, you know that.” he adds, crossing his arms, “At the end of the day, I have my responsibilities and I can’t be fixated on her and my emotions. It’s not good for me.”

Nanami Kento’s lips pressed to a thin line at the way the situation had turned south, it seemed like Gojo Satoru won’t even be opening his ears to him. 

Everything around you seemed like a motionless blur, the weekdays had come and after buying groceries and tending the garden, you’re seated on the green patch, barefooted with a cup of tea right next to you.

The first thing you noticed was that the bed is cold without him there and that the nightmares had become more unbearable without his warmth next to you.

Satoru has returned to his regular schedule back when you had first gotten married, one where he had disappeared without so much as a call or a brief reminder that he’d be gone for probably months on end. You doubt he’d even show himself randomly like those times before. 

There was something so different about that bitter dissension, one where he had openly confessed how he felt. A part of you remained hesitant because how were you even supposed to respond to such words? So you just stood there, in the silence, staring at him, completely baffled as he walked out, leaving you there alone.

Unlike Yu Haibara who has only seen your good side, Gojo Satoru is a different story altogether. From faux kindness to churlish silence in between due to his uncouth attitude and your offhand retaliation that slowly and mildly change for the better as you gradually start to lean next to each other and get used to the presence of one another, maybe even start thinking of it as something customary since it had become a day-to-day occurrence.

Unknowingly, you had already given your heart out to the shaman during those moments of vulnerability. 

You were weak and starved for such company growing up, it’s probably one of the reasons why your grandmother had pointed it out and told you that it was unwarranted since it may lead you to getting your back stabbed in the end by that same person.

You lick your dry lips and draw your lower lip between your teeth as you stare at the same paragraph of the book again. The words not registering in your head because all that ran in your mind was what you were supposed to do with your current situation. You tap on the pages lightly, twirling it on your fingertips.

Isn’t this what you wanted, though?

For him to be far away?

For him to get away from your tainted hold? 

It’s only a matter of time for him to be pushed further away from you, you’re doing that one thing that he rightfully deserved which was to be with anyone but you. It’s only right, good people don’t deserve to be dancing around with devils. By the very least, if things do turn out fine and continue on like this, it’s more or less likely that you’d be able to get that divorce when you’re older. You’ll both be free.

“...You would’ve left me…” Satoru’s words echo in your memory as you stop your actions, your heart starts thumping erratically as you vividly recall his crestfallen expression, one that looked like you had plunged a knife in his heart and stabbed it multiple times.

It plays in your head like a broken record that won’t ever seem to stop, it bothers you like that searing ache on your chest that won’t ever seem to go away when you imagine him growing further away and returning to that same distance as before.

You let out a harsh breath and shut your eyes tight, placing your palm on top of your face as you try to sort yourself out. It’s so confusing, so messy, but most of all, it was terrifying because you didn’t know how to act anymore. What false response should you come up with? What lie should you spin this time? Why were you even putting an effort to salvage a relationship that shouldn’t be saved because it shouldn’t be there in the first place?

This marriage is something that should only be on a piece of paper, anything beyond that would mean woe for you and would only bring torment to your poor husband in the future.

You shut the book, placing it down next to you, laying your hands flat down on the grass, and looking heavenwards at the way the sun had softly hit your skin, “What should I do?” you muttered, “Why do I feel like this hurts more than every injury I’ve taken?” you continue to utter to yourself, your eyes remain transfixed on the pretty blue skies and clouds that seem to still move and continue on despite the cheerlessness of your current situation.

The world around you continues to revolve but your feel like you’re in stop motion.

You slowly raise one of your hands to trace the shell of your ear, how your husband seems to make it a habit to tuck a strand because apparently you didn’t seem to like it when your hair got in the way of your face. The warmth is no longer present but it lingers in your memory like a dandelion that tickles your skin when someone blows it your way.

The sound of the doorbell is enough to get your head out of the clouds, Nanami had texted early on that he’d come by for a visit along with some freshly baked bread and sure enough, there he stood, mild worry laced on his features as you pat away the invisible dirt on your yellow sundress.

“Sorry that the weekend lunch had ended on a sour note.” you apologize, placing the cup of tea right in front of him alongside the croissants he had bought for you two to share when he sits across you.

“I met with him earlier.” he brushes it off, as if it was nothing. On a better note, he knew he could help you out more since you both were friends, maybe you’d even listen to him, “Satoru must’ve told you how he felt.”

Your mouth set in a hard line, recalling how he had resentfully expressed his feelings. You were too inundated in shock to even formulate a response at that moment, different surges of emotions pooling down and leaving you rooted in your place, “I broke his heart.” was all you simply imparted.

“And you didn’t tell him how you felt because…” he drawled, eyes narrowed to slits as he stared at you like a disappointed mother.

“I don’t know.” you truthfully specified, looking up from the tea cup. When you tend to look at things such as falling for someone, the thought of it being Gojo Satoru, was not all that surprising but you knew your limits. Falling meant love and everything in between it, it meant being honest and showing your bare self according to textbooks. 

Love is patient.

Love is kind.

Things that didn’t seem to mix in well with someone like you or as you’d like to say, they were emotions that didn’t seem overly familiar. You grew up in an environment filled with negativity, hostility, and hatredness. It had made you used to that treatment and you didn’t expect anything more than that.

In the end, you married a man who you thought would treat you the same way or maybe not even spare you so much of a glance. You were prepared for that and didn’t even think of anything close to what was going on right now.

If Yu Haibara had shown you what the world was like.

Gojo Satoru didn’t hesitate and gave you the world with as much ardor and fervor, hands that won’t seem to let go of yours, not even caring if you both had started off on the wrong foot or the fact that this was simply just a contractual relationship then.

“You’ve always been a mysterious one, Y/N.” you feel your shoulders tense up when Kento had pointed it out, your heart hammering ever so slightly, “It’s why I was too spiteful towards you when I found you and Yu sitting there...A part of me had wanted to curse you for doing such a reckless and stupid thing.”

Your lips crack a small smile, recalling that moment, “It was obvious.” 

“It is.” he agreed, “Sometimes I feel like you’re smarter than you look and more clever than you let on. A part of me thought that you were just using Yu without even thinking of the consequences.”

Nanami Kento could go on and on about that, he had an eye on things after all, and had always been called out for his paranoia regarding certain things but this was just him being careful, “Satoru said that too, you know.” you point on, fingers grazing the handle of the cup. It’s funny how the façade you kept pulling up had slowly been crumbling down these days. Would it entail a bitter ending for you? They’d have you killed if they found out who you were. The same people who proclaimed such words could also be the same people who’d plunge the sharp end of the knife to you in the end.

“But I believe that Satoru and Yu had the same notion. They both have a good eye on people and I’m sure they weren’t wrong with their choices.” he paused, “...It’s not too bad to take that leap, Y/N. Any moment now.”

Your brows furrowed together in wonder. That leap you’re going to take would be dangerous, it had repercussions and you were truly sure that one day, it’ll bite you back for it.

“I’m scared.” you admitted.

“Of what?” 

Honestly, this was the first time that you had been scared of a lot of things that involved emotions and a single person. For how easy it is to say those words, they’re easy to take back as well. There is no permanence for you in this life. Gojo Satoru, himself, might leave you one day and it terrified you. Right now, you were so used to such things that you couldn’t even think straight, what more when you let yourself freely go and keep chasing after him? walking by his side? What then?

“Just…” you smiled, tapping your fingers on the table, “...I don’t think I’m strong enough to face the repercussions if something happens in the end.”

Nanami Kento assesses your words carefully, trying to pick them for a moment, “Are you scared that this will end like Yu?” he inquired smoothly, mildly hesitant to bring the topic up since you both haven't properly addressed the topic since that day when you were both teenagers.

Worse.

“I don’t know.” you repeated. You couldn’t tell Nanami Kento about all of this despite the deep bond you had shared. How this was all just a sham that you orchestrated to selfishly save yourself and you might wound up hurting your husband. If you had to be honest, it’s the least of what you wanted to do. You prioritized shielding him from what you’ve done and he didn’t need to see such devious things, you won’t be able to handle his reaction when everything comes to light, “...I wish it was easy to answer…” 

Satoru is leaving for Chefchaouen in a few days. 

After handing Yuuji over to Nanami Kento and making sure that his student was comfortable despite the stand-offish attitude that the blonde had presented, the young pink-haired shaman seemed to have liked him off the bat. It could only mean that the shaman can continue on his way and stay in Chefchaouen for a while, away from you for a moment to sort out these thoughts and attachments.

He’s not sure if he should enter his own home, though.

A part of him is uncertain as to why he had ended up here. He’s probably just making excuses for himself because he yearned to see your face whenever he’d wake up at dawn, or better yet, he missed those little moments where he’d help you with your hair whenever he had time to spare or those times where you’d wake him up if the dreams got too bad and he’d tug you to the kitchen to make that weird pancakes you seem to like with that honey butter syrup. It was probably those little moments that had seemed to accumulate and in turn, made him want to just run back here and shut his ears off at the bitter truth of where he had stood in your life.

He walks into his own home, feeling like a stranger as he treads across the steps to your shared bedroom like he was marching into his own deathbed.

You might not be home, probably out doing your weekly grocery runs or something like that so he’s probably safe but when he feels your faint curse energy behind the door, his fingers linger on the handle for a second. You probably know he’s standing here as well but he doesn’t care because his mind has become a mess the moment he feels your presence. All logical reasons had always been thrown out the window when it came to you.

It hasn’t registered within him on what he’s supposed to do next.

The shaman isn’t exactly briefed on things like this for he’s usually not the one to proclaim such things out loud and face rejection. In the eyes of many, Satoru had always got what he wanted and it was all in the snap of his fingers too. He was treading on a barren land filled with landmines, with nothing to back him up. A feeling that he should get used to when he’s around you but still can’t.

He enters your shared bed space, the plain walls and the same scenery greets him but you sit there by the window, a book in hand. You seemed rather startled by him, “Satoru.” you breathed.

From formalities and uttering his name like that on a random day, one that makes his body shiver in delight the first time you had called him that with familiarity and unknowingly made it a habit. 

It’s the way that you had your legs lazily propped up and you were just casually reading a book and god, does he want to forget why he’s even angry and lay on your lap while your docile and melodic voice tells him about that book he could care less about.

He feels his adam's apple bob up and down as he tries to calm his beating heart, don’t falter. Keep a straight face. He maneuvers his way to his dresser to grab some of his belongings.

“Where were you?” your voice is stiff, hesitant, as if you were sorry for him but he wants anything but your pity now.

You, of all people, should know that. After all, you hated being pitied because of your situation. 

He understands that feeling now.

How weak one would feel being under someone’s thumb. It felt like he was drowning in the pacific with rocks attached to him, plunging him deeper and deeper until the ocean floor, he couldn’t breathe, “Work.” he simply uttered. Not bothering to add anything else to the mix because he doesn’t want you to detect the indignation.

“Oh…” typical of you, holding back your tongue, “...Are you...are you coming home soon?”

Satoru stops mid-action, back still facing you, “Why would I?”

“Because…” his jaw clenched as his grip on the material tightens. It’s funny, back then, you wouldn’t hesitate to put him back in his place. Now you’re simply reduced to this. A scared little girl who couldn’t even prowl back or so let out a little scratch.

“Because what?” he forcibly stuffs the shirt in the bag, turning to you. 

It had been a few days since he had last seen you, your features remain angelic and beautiful, eyes that used to look at him so emptily is now replaced by a new emotion that he’s too exhausted to asses, and mouth pressed to a thin line as if you didn’t know what to say.

He walks closer, just until he could the heat of your body close to him and hear the way your breathing turn’s sharp, “Because what, Y/N?” he repeats.

He watches the way you gulp down nervously, it’s enough to make Satoru take one step back,  “Don’t give me that bullshit.” he finally calls you out.

If there was something Satoru didn’t like, it was that attitude of yours where you wanted to say something but held yourself back as if he couldn’t handle it. It was as if you were treating him like a child who needed to prided away from the terrors. 

If you didn’t feel the same way, you didn’t need to keep running back to him. He’s exhausted playing nice.

In the first place, he wasn’t even like this.

He watches the way your (e/c) flare up in shock, “I give you one thing,” he clenched his fist, “And you want another. I gave you the distance you wanted badly and now you’re running back to me. What is it, really?”

He watches the way you become apprehensive, how you also take a step back and curl your hand to a tight ball. Your nails are probably digging through your skin, right now and he knows he should stop whatever he’s about to say next.

Yet it’s just so unfair. How he was growing too attached to you and how easily you had a hold over him. 

How you make him feel weak for the first time.

How you’re just seeing him as a stand-in when he thought that you both were getting somewhere. 

How he thinks that he’ll never be the first and he’s feeling all sorts of insecurities for the first time in his life, wishing that he’d done this earlier, met you earlier, swept your feet away first, and maybe he won’t feel these things now. He’s drowning in these filthy thoughts and you don’t even probably care.

“...Stop being selfish and manipulating my emotions, Y/N…” he tiredly adds, turning back, “I don’t want to walk behind you and pick up the pieces for you, that’s not my fucking job.” snatching away the bag, not even giving you one last glance nor a goodbye.

Love is a game of Russian roulette and it truly hurt like a bitch when he was hit on the chest.

Ren likes fucking women from behind.

He likes tugging their hair as he rams his cock in the bitch, how she moans her name with fervor and calls him ‘lord’, her thighs turning to a quivering mess when she feels his balls slapped on her bare skin. Women were too easy these days, you didn’t need to even touch them and they’d be reduced to this wet mess.

He could easily slip his whole cock in without much foreplay, just palming her fat cunny and playing with her bud in the back of the sakura tree where anyone could see them. He didn’t expect her to be this wet with just a little exhibitionism.

My, would his other woman like this as well?

“M’cumming my lord…” he forcefully palms her breasts, letting her lean on his chest.

“You don’t get to cum before me, whore.” he mutters in her ear, squeezing it and tugging the nipples, making her writhe in his arms.

“My lord….please…” 

He slaps her pussy in a harsh manner, “Hush, you’re nothing but a common whore. If you can’t make me cum first, I’ll have to start taking out some of those knives and carve a tally mark on your skin. I’ll mark you while i slap your fat ass” he feels her hole tighten around his length, making him grin ferally, oh, she loved that-

“I doubt your otosan would like that.” a bored tone fills the room.

“Fuck,” Ren growled, feeling his cock soften at the sound of his Uncle’s voice. Didn’t the fucker know what personal space meant? L/N Jiro stands there, leaning against the door, mild disinterest in his features even when he sees the naked woman on his nephew’s bed or the way that he had his ass splayed in the air for him to see, “Can’t you fucking knock, old man?” he barks, throwing the woman back in the bed. 

“It’s 2 pm.” he narrowed his gaze, making himself welcome and walking inside the room, “and you’re here fucking a common whore. For a man that’s about to be one of the candidates of future head, you sure know how to spend your time and think you have the spot already.”

The lady’s eyes widen as the young man eyes her with his cold and indignant gaze, she wastes no second but to collect herself despite her cunt leaking, a shameless display towards the cool and collected man. Jiro was known to be the youngest of seven brothers of GM/N and GF/N, he had no wife as of the late since he found women to be a nuisance and children to be an inconvenience.

It didn’t stop his interest in securing his spot as the next head, though. He likes to dabble on in passing interest, what more than be a little shit and come inside to ruin the moment? He knew how much his nephew enjoyed such frivolous activities.

“What else do I have to do?” he snatches the yukata, wrapping it around himself haphazardly before grabbing the pack of cigars, “You here to call me out on my bullshit with (Y/N) and her lapdog of a husband? You’re like (F/N)-jisan.” he places the stick on his lips, lighting it up as he gives it a quick inhale.

“Oh?” he’s rather amused of his older brothers pretense, then again, he’s just a bloke who didn’t seem to know people well, it’s no surprise that he didn’t know how his daughter would act. The man should take in a lesson or two, in fact, maybe all the men in his family should just get their head out of the gutter of lust or violence     correction, lust and violence.

They should use their brain for once.

No wonder he was his okaasan’s favorite.

“Do tell me.” he pushes his nephew to tell him about what happened.

“Nothing, just tried to push Y/N’s buttons, tried doing the same to that six-eyes as well.” He nonchalantly shrugs, placing the stick between his fingers. His violent gaze stultified by the sudden conversation, the grey smoke of his cigarette seemed more interesting than the pair, “They’re both so fucking boring. He doesn’t seem to enjoy women a lot and hasn’t even touched Y/N. Is he celibate?”

Jiro lips twitch upwards at his nephew, “How old were you when Y/N was born?” he backtracks, trying to recount that day.

“I don’t know, five? barely remember her or that day.”

L/N Jiro stands there for a brief period, leaning against the wall, “She won’t be bringing Gojo Satoru.” The smell of smoke fills the air, washing out the scent of sex from earlier. The confidence laced in the older man’s tone is evident that it makes Ren raise a brow as if his uncle knew something he didn’t.

Although Jiro had barely interacted with his niece growing up, he knows you well. You weren’t a tattle-tale and you didn’t like associating yourself with them.

The most probable scenario would be you going alone with your head down the whole time.

“You ever wonder why they hate her?” Jiro grins, realizing that this brat was too young to know what had happened that day. He was in his twenties that time you were born, his brother and your useless mother had been expecting twins that day.

A boy and girl.

They had apparently expected two high cursed energy children, it’s a shame that one of them decided that only one would get out and choke the other with their umbilical cord. What’s even more comedic was the aftermath, instead of two high grades, out came a weak baby girl and a stillborn that could be far from saving.

The poor whore couldn’t even carry another child for it made her barren after, a second infertility or so they said. Jiro recalled that he was laughing that day, probably because it would mean that his chances to be head instead of his brother had sky-rocketed. It’s probably where his dream started, how he’d kill all those curses and rise up the ranks, one that’ll be higher than his father’s.

The older (h/c) remembers how you immediately were separated, couldn’t even get a single drop of milk from your own mother’s tit.

“...She’s a bane to her family’s existence that’s what.” Jiro grabs a cigar from the table, placing it between his mouth. Brief silence filled the room, the only sound could be heard was the flickering of the lighter,  “The only thing she brought to her family was bad luck and Gojo Satoru is about to find out the same thing. Only a matter of time …So we don’t need to worry, at all…”

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last night i got asked to headcanon what the elderly gangreen gang would be like??? anyway i wanna see your take that would be interesting

Oh this is interesting to think about lol, honestly it's hard for me to imagine them as being older but I'll do my best!

Ace: His hair looks exactly like how you drew it in this post. He dyes it in attempt to look younger. Refused to take off his shades despite his eyesight having gotten worse, so he was given prescription sunglasses.

Snake: Definitely has a cane, like you said. Still drags his feet around but this time in slippers. If you've wronged him in some way he'll intentionally build up static electricity and shock you as you pass by.

Big Billy: Still the friendliest and actually gets along with the other residents when he's by himself. Still really strong despite his age, and sometimes forgets that he's not a young'in anymore.

Lil' Arturo: Probably aged the most gracefully, despite somehow being even shorter now. Some of the old ladies confuse him for their grandson and it frustrates him to no end. He's the only one I can see maybe becoming a grandpa? idk why

Grubber: Somehow still pretty spry for his age, possibly because he always had a messed-up posture so he's just used to it. Definitely wears grandpa fashion with pride. Hasn't lost his skills in Poker, and is the reigning Chess champion in the nursing home.

As a group they still get together to mess with everyone else. They bully other residents, steal desserts, and one time managed to rig the Bingo machine so they could win. They also once vandalized the walls with paint they stole from the craft room.

Sadly they don't get visitors very often, but maybe the Powerpuff Girls can pay them a visit whenever they're in Townsville.

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hii, hope you're having a great day/night. <3

i saw your request were open and i thought to request some hcs for megumi, gojo and choso who's s/o is insecure about their hip dips (which are so visible), maybe some comfort or how they would just react it's okay. >__<

also, remember to take care of yourself and to drink water.

jjk boys reaction who's s/o is insecure about their hip dips

staring: Fushiguro Megumi, Gojo Satoru, Kamo Choso

contents/warnings: SFW, fluff, grammar mistakes, everyone is 18+

A/N: hey! Thank you so much for sending me this request I'm so glad writing it for you >.< I'm having this kind of busy week, but I'm okay, hope you're good as well! Don't forget to take care of yourself too!! Once again, thank you, I also have dip hips so writing this got kind of personal haha my heart almost melted. Hope you like it, enjoy!

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Fushiguro Megumi

first things first I have to say that Megumi doesn't see your hip dips as a flaw on your body, actually, he doesn't care at all;

For him, they make you look like a sculpture, some kind of art that he's blessed to have by his side. Like, look how your body is wonderful, he thinks of you as a deity all the time he looks ate you;

But when it comes about your own insecurities, he cares a lot about it, more than he thought he could ever care about someone;

He needs for you to see how stunning you are, how wonderful and perfect your body is;

So that day when you two were about to go out on a date and you've asked him so many times if your clothes were okay, if you were beautiful, he felt you were afraid of his answer. He felt you were worried about what he thought of your body and his heart ached because of you scared of him;

Once again you were trying to change your clothes, focused searching for the perfect one to use on a date with your boyfriend. So focused you didn't notice him staring at you from your door frame;

He watched you silent, staring at your movement with caring eyes. But then you started muttering something and you turned you eyes sadly to that specific side of your body, just below your hip bone;

"Why am I like this? Why do I have this on my body? If I..."

He couldn't take it anymore, you are so beautiful for him, your hips, your waist, you're wholesome perfect and marvelous. "Why what Y/N?" He would enter your room, his soft voice startling you from your wandering thoughts;

"Oh, I'm-" You breath deeply. "I was trying to pick up any clothes, I'm almost ready, but I can't find anything that fits my..." Again, that painful look to your sides.

"You know..." He would walk closer and closer to you, placing his hands on your shoulders in reassurance. He looks at you from your mirrored version. "You may not believe me when I say: but you're perfect. Every inch of your body is. And-"

"Gumi, no..."

"Hey, hey, let me praise you, my love" He places his chin on the top of head, hands down on your waist. "Even the flawless parts you think you have are perfect parts. This..." His hands ghost above your hip dips, you feel your heart racing. "They are just one more part of you for me to love. How could I not love you entirely? You think of them as a flaw..."

He would kiss the top of your head, smiling at you. "But I think of them as art craved through your body. You're art, Y/N. Never forget that."

Gojo Satoru

We know how bold and cocky this man can be, so why would it be different when it comes to you?

He knew you had insecurities with your body, even though he has always managed to show you how wonderful you are;

Believe me, I think he's capable of screaming in public place about how perfect you are, how lucky he is to have you by his side (lowkey he says you're the luckiest because he's with you, that gojo thing);

But when you're both on your day off and you decide to go to the beach, he worries about you enjoying you day, the day you both finally got to be together;

You hid your body on his largest t-shirt, even thought the sun is higher and higher upon the sky, calling you both for a sunbathing;

"Darling, wanna some sunscreen lotion?" He asks you, trying to make you come out from your hiding spot;

Not that he thinks it's not okay for you to use his clothes, he actually finds it very hot and cute, but he knows why are you doing this to yourself and he wants to show you how wrong you are hiding yourself;

"Hm... No need to, babe" You say looking away from him, staring at women and men that were walking around closer the shoreline;

You just wanted to relax with Gojo, you were okay in your bikinis, but since your arrive, you couldn't help but to feel insecure about your body;

Your dip hips were so visible you felt like everybody would judge you if you took off Gojo's shirt;

You really didn't want to care about it, but still it bothered you so hard that sometimes you just wanted to cry;

Again, that feeling overwhelming your senses, why couldn't you be just like these pretty people who were walking around there?

"Hey, babe, hear me" Gojo would say to catch your attention, his intense blue eyes hidden behind that dark sunglasses;

He would sit down closer to you, his tall body almost towering over yours;

Placing his hands on your waist, he would bring you even closer putting you onto his laps. His lips ghosting over your earlobe had he saying "Dear Y/N..."

"Sa-satoru, people can lo-look" you'd say flustered, cheeks coloured in pink;

"Let them look" He whispers, his hands going down his shirt you were wearing, warming all the way they touched. "Let them look how beautiful you are, let them stare at the exquisite person you are..."

"But..." You place your hands right above your sides, where's that visible depression is

Suddenly his hands are on yours, holding them tight and you feel your body warming with love as he poured sweet words, melting your insecurities away "Y/N you're stunning, you are above every concept of existing perfection, you are flawless. Every mark, every mound, every round and curve of your body, they're just..."

His eyes staring deep into your soul while he leaves a kiss on your cheek and chin, then placing his head on the crook fo your neck. "They're just enchanting, I feel mesmerizing by every inch of you. You're delightful, Y/N. And the world should know that too."

After that he would just hold you tight and say "And I want to show off everyone that beautiful s/o of mine, show them how lucky I am to have you by my side!"

extra: if you were hardly unease with it, he would take off his clothes in order to try "avoiding" attention to you, catching it only to him like "let everyone look at me, till you feel safe and then you can slay all of these ugly asses ahead with you strondous beauty"

Kamo Choso

Choso is my sweet little boy (not that little) so the moment he realized you were insecure about how your body looked like, he would lowkey try to show you how mistaken you were;

Little things like compliments, soft touches, caring kisses, always reassuring you how beautiful you are, how wonderful your body is;

So there's this day you both are at home, watching a movie on Netflix and you're laying your head on his lap and he's sitting onto he couch with one of his hands on your waist, the other one is scratching your hair fondly;

But when he starts to move his hand up and down your sides, you feel your body stiffen, afraid of what he will think of your dip hips, since they're so profound and so noticeable;

You move yourself a little, trying to avoid his hand to touch that part of your body, but also trying not to get his attention from what you were doing

You don't know but he already understood what you're acting up;

"Y/N" He says, still focusing his eyes on the TV but the tip is his fingers caring on your sides;

"Uh, love?" Your cheeks rush in red as he softly places his hands on the valley of your sides, right down your hip bones;

"Can we switch places? Wanna lay down on your beautiful legs" his voice was distracted because of the movie you could swear he wasnt talking to you, so sudden were his words;

"Ye-yes, you can, Cho" You say lifting your body up to change places with him, but then you feel a big pair of arms around your body, clenching tight on you.

You retrieve his hug, packing your arms hands hands on his back, smelling his parfum's scent;

Choso's hugs are so warm and comfortable, you could live in between his arms like, forever;

"Why this so sudden-" you start to say but then you feel a kiss on your mouth, and then a kiss on your right cheek and then on your left cheek. "Cho?"

"What?" He's chuckling on your skin, never stopping his kisses trail on your jawline, then your neck, your shoulders, his hands are now on your hair, stroking your locks fondly "I can love you, can't I? I'm just showing you how you deserve to be loved, Y/N"

He catches your hand and then leave it a kiss on it;

"Such a gentleman..." You mutter behind the growing smile you have, his eyes never leaving yours as he places both of his hands upon your shelf hips;

"Y/N, you're lovely, you know?" His hands are warm on your covered skin, and you suddenly feel nothing but his caress on it;

"You're... You're something more. You've always been. And sometimes I think I don't deserve someone as wonderful as you are. As beautiful as you are. No one in the world looks like you, and, If someone had the tiniest similarity to you, they should've happy about how blessed they were"

"Every inch of you deserves to be loved. To be praised. You deserve to be fulfilled with compliments every day, every hour, every second."

"And, when you think you do not deserve it, Y/N, I'm here to remind you that yes, yes you're worth it. You're worth loving, caring, admiring. I love you, Y/N, I love you."

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Would you guys like to see AJ0440′s first shopping trip? 

As always with this au, Crowley is an android going by the serial number AJ0440 until he gets his name, and Aziraphale is called Ezra (but not really).

On with the fic!

--

“I don’t think you can keep wearing my clothing, AJ0440.” Ezra said from across the dining room table.

AJ0440 stiffened, then looked down at the outfit he was wearing. Another button up shirt, with a cardigan draped over it, and slacks that were kept up by a tight belt. None of these items fit correctly on AJ0440′s body, but they liked them, Ezra let him borrow them instead of putting on that dreadful uniform he was actually supposed to be wearing.

This made the android slump in his seat. “Please don’t let me wear the uniform again, it’s a sin against fashion.” Not that AJ0440 knew anything about fashion. 

“Oh goodness, no!” Ezra gaped. “It’s ruined anyway, stained and torn, you don’t need it. I meant, well... would you like you go shopping today?”

“Shopping?”

“Yes, for clothing, specifically for you. I fear that my clothes don’t fit you well, and honestly? The colors aren’t really your style.”

“My style?” AJ0440 blinked, tilting his head. “I don’t have a style.”

“Which is why you need to find one. I don’t think boring librarian works for someone as cool as you.” Ezra chuckled and AJ0440 sat up straight, practically preening at the compliment.

They’ve only known each other for four days now, but AJ0440 had filed anyway every nice compliment and thing the human had said to him since he arrived. No one’s ever praised him before, and AJ0440 wasn’t going to let that slip past him, they are to be saved, cherished, filed away in his memory banks to be fawned over in the dead of night when Ezra was sound asleep.

“I would... I would like to go shopping.” AJ0440 said, grinning a bit, which earned him a bigger smile from his angel.

--

“Why do I have to wear these?” AJ0440 asked, toying with the sunglasses.

“Because, sadly, your eyes might... alarm people, AJ0440. I still can’t get your right eye to change at all, I think it’s stuck like that, and it might startle people.” Ezra frowned softly as they sat on a bus together.

AJ0440 had never been on a bus before, and while it was a bit crowded and had a strange smell to it, it was so... different! It wasn’t a sports car or a limo, it was public transportation! There were humans on the bus, doing human-y things! There were even a few cyborgs, just like Ezra! 

There was one other android on the bus as well, an assistant droid, helping an elderly human. AJ0440 gave a small wave to them, which seemed to catch them off-guard, but they waved in return, as did the old lady, who smiled at him with a mouth that showed missing teeth.

You didn’t get this sort of thing working as the personal android of one of the richest people in the world.

“Is it also to help people not know I’m... well.” AJ0440 asked softly.

“Again, sadly, yes. Many people are still not sure how to react to androids, dear.” Ezra patted his hand and AJ0440 gently took his hand into his own in return, looking at how different they were.

“I should cover up.”

“No, those should be fine. You look so human, people will just think those are prosthetics.”

“But not the eye?”

“I’ve seen how people react to odd facial features.” Ezra grimaced. “Trust me, the shades will help. A lot of people are very judgemental.” 

AJ0440 wondered if it had to do with people who were injured in the war that Ezra said he had been involved with, how he lost his leg. How sad, humans could be so mean for dumb reasons.

“Ah! This is our stop!” Ezra stood up once the bus came to a stop, taking AJ0440′s hand and walked off the bus with him. They were outside of a large store, a Hendrick’s, and Ezra brought him inside.

“Now, normally I go to a tailor, but I figured you didn’t want to wait around for new clothes like I do! And there’s nothing wrong with buying off the rack, sometimes you can find a lovely shirt or two that way.”

“Okay?” AJ0440 stayed close, eyes taking everything in, fascinated by the massive variety of clothing. The only clothing stores he had been to were high class ones, for tailored suits and the like. This was so different.

He liked different. 

“Browse around, love.” Ezra said, gently nudging AJ0440. “See what you like and pick it out.”

“Is... is that alright?” AJ0440 was conflicted, was Ezra really going to get him stuff? No one has ever given him things before except his angel.

The astronomy book had been the first thing, gifted him the morning after he was taken into the shop, and AJ0440 treasured it greatly. Now he was getting more things? Was this what friends did? He’d have to repay Ezra somehow... 

He’d think on that later, now was the time to pick things out.

--

Aziraphale sat on a chair outside of a changing room, waiting for AJ0440 to come out in one of the outfits he had chosen for himself. There was a pile of clothing next to the man, articles in black and gray, a few shades of red and even green. AJ0440 really seemed to like the color green, he really liked the little succulents that Aziraphale kept in his shop window. 

It made him wonder if he should get the android his own plants.

“Does this work?” AJ0440 asked, stepping out and Ezra blinked.

The pants were practically painted on, black as night and clearly from the women’s section, yet they fit the redhead perfectly. He was wearing a belt again, it looked to be of a snake, curious. The shirt was a galaxy print, which seemed to be another thing AJ0440 was greatly interested in, and he wore a black hoodie over it. 

AJ0440 did a little spin, showing that the hoodie had what looked like bat wings on the back of it, and a black devil’s tail.

This made Aziraphale laugh. “Did you pick that out because you keep calling me ‘angel’?”

AJ0440 stopped and turned around, facing him, pouting, looking embarrassed. Aziraphale was sure that if he had blood, he’d be blushing right now. “No! I-I picked it out because it looked cool!” 

“Oh, it certainly is very cool, my dear. An excellent and fitting pick for you.” The cyborg smiled. “That is a very cute outfit.”

“It’s not cute, it’s cool.”

“It can be both.” He laughed. “How about you change back and I’ll purchase these for you, afterwards you can change into them again.”

AJ0440 nodded and slipped back into the changing booth. Then there was a nervous voice from the other side of the door. “Are you sure you’re alright with getting me all this stuff, angel? I mean, I did the math on the price tags, this is really expensive!”

“Please, AJ0440, don’t worry about it. I have more money than I know what to do with.” And he did, thanks to the checks his brother sent every two weeks. He had quite the nest egg now, and then some. A shopping spree was no problem at all.

Especially since he knew he could get everything AJ0440 picked out, and the few items he had looked at longingly but didn’t grab. 

The android slipped out, holding out the neatly folded clothing, now back in his previous outfit. Aziraphale took the clothing and the two of them carried the purchases to a counter. “Oh, dear, I’ll be just a minute, I need to grab a few more items, alright? If you’d like to keep wandering about?”

“Uhh, sure, Ezra.” AJ0440 nodded, shrugged, then went to look at shoes. Aziraphale smiled and turned to the cashier. “There are a few more items I would like to get.”

--

AJ0440 was very excited about putting away his clothing in an old dresser that Ezra had in the shop, having had it buried under some stuff. He said that AJ0440 could use it, and now it sat in the workshop. 

As he dug through the bags, his fingers brushed against some solid objects. “Hm?” 

He pulled out one of the items, a pair of sunglasses he had been looking at, with shields on the side. Had... when had Ezra grabbed these? Wait, was this what he meant about extra items?

Setting them aside, AJ0440 dug into the bag for the other item he had touched, and pulled out a box. Inside was a watch, a very expensive watch, that had caught AJ0440′s attention. 

Yes, he had internal clocks that registered multiple time zones at once, but this watch was just... it was just so cool! It could even work underwater! 

He removed it from the box and put it over his wrist, quickly setting the current time before holding out his arm and admiring it. Oh, he owed the angel so much for this.

“Wahoo.” He said quietly to himself, not registering that his left pupil seemed to change shape, becoming more heart-shaped than it was meant to look. 

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Aziraphale also got a matching angel hoodie, he only wears it at home because it’s a comfort hoodie.

Yes, AJ doesn’t need a watch, but come on! It’s so cool! I love Crowley’s stupidly expensive watch, it’s very aesthetically pleasing to the eyes for me. 

And don’t judge me on AJ’s choices of fashion, I’d totally wear that outfit. And it’s the future in a sci-fi au, clothes can be weird if they want to be.