#it could have used a week to rest and then another few rounds of edits but *jazz hands* here we are!

[merge-conflict]

imago

cyberhanami day 6 - "Focus on Sound"

content warnings: emotional distress, dysmorphia + body horror

Goro/Valentine

Big thank you to @another-corpo-rat for prompting this for me!!

summary: One day they woke her up she she could live forever.

<Is there some part of you stuck in limbo forever while they peel off copies to put in shards?>

<Jesus, V.> Johnny’s sudden hostility made her look up, to find him pacing behind the couch. <Got no fucking idea. Why’d you have to ask?>

<Sorry.> She redressed with some difficulty, trying to avoid aggravating the wound. <Morbid curiosity. A few weeks ago I would have said it was impossible to digitize someone so faithfully, but I was wrong. Wish I understood how it works.>

- excerpt from the damn things overlap

At night, V liked to stretch her legs. She had several, now, on nearly every floor of Arasaka tower– drones which were suitable for maintenance and simple tasks. In the past, when she had seen them skittering through the halls early in the morning, she had never given much thought to who controlled them. She had assumed they were autonomous, like the ones that had occasionally roamed the halls of her apartment building. In reality, they had been driven by the runners who kept the tower secure and systems running smoothly. Now nearly all of them were hers, if she chose to use them.

She had long since mapped the length and breadth of her body– with the exception of a handful of floors where even she was not permitted to be. Luckily the jungle was not one of these. When it was not in use it was where she spent her evening break.

The trees were not the only living things in the expansive space, although they were the most eye-catching. While the cicada chorus played all year round, there were a few months of the year was sung by the actual insects themselves, freshly molted and enjoying both the fresh air and freedom to do everything a cicada was meant to do, safe from the dangers of the outside world or any natural predators. They were culled periodically, of course, to keep the population in check. Their keeper– a woman who spoke only Japanese and then only about her plant and animal charges, had no qualms discussing her carefully controlled ecosystem in every detail– even if it was to the unblinking, expressionless eye of a drone.

It was summer now, and as V drove the drone over the tiled floor, the air above was almost deafeningly loud with cicada cries. She stopped the drone once it had climbed upon the imposing conference table at the heart of the jungle, neatly tucking its legs underneath it. She did not have eyes to close (and by the same measure had too many eyes to close all at once), but she could become still, and feel the vibrations on the surface of the drone’s carapace, which traveled all the way down to what passed for her heart.

They weren’t her cicadas, of course, not like the symbol she had set for her terminal banner, or the icon she used for the software that fed her support and maintenance requests. These cicadas lived and died within the span of a single year– all the moments of their lives spent living rather than over a decade and a half of building anticipation. She had witnessed generations pass in their entirety. Whenever she was haunted by the past, their songs and the songs of their ancestors always brought her back.

Tonight, her moment of contemplation was cut short by the arrival of a very particular AV in one of her hangars– one that belonged to Hanako Arasaka herself. She had been coming more and more frequently in the past year, and her presence always stirred up an interesting sort of commotion. V often followed her in her transition from physical to virtual, and if she was certain that Hanako knew of her curiosity, she never did anything about it. The more things V learned the less she believed they’d ever let her go, but still she couldn’t seem to help it. Data was all she had, and puzzling over which pieces to put together was as close as she got to a hobby.

The AV hangar cameras were some of the few that were continuously monitored by human eyes as well as software, and she was far from the only person lining up to gawk at royalty. If she cared to track them, she would find any number of tunneled streams leading to dozens of interfaces in the building. She’d first seen Saburo on a visit to Night City the very same way.

Oda came first, as always, his brief contemptuous sweep of the bay making all the guards straighten another inch. Hanako came after, elegantly and flawlessly imperious. And then, to V’s cold shock, Goro stepped out behind her.

She no longer possessed an endocrine system, or any sort of true adrenal response, but an engram was only as good as its level of fidelity– and somewhere deep inside her the strength of her response throttled several of her cores. Without hands there was nothing to ground her but the strength of the cicada song against the drone. If she flooded her levels too long her handlers had the unbearable habit of insinuating themselves into her attention. She ran her suppression scripts, relaxing as the world around her become flat and unreal.

While Oda accompanied Hanako to the executive level, Goro split off, descending into the tower. V watched him through the elevator camera, unable to stop herself from continuously tracing the lines of his face. He looked just as she remembered. She could still read the tense set of his shoulders, and the brief restlessness he allowed himself just before the car came to a stop. The ID tag on his interface had some unfamiliar title, based in some city she did not know. She could have looked it up, but she could not bear to divide herself. To tear away her attention.

After what she’d done to Hellman’s office, she was not permitted to move freely around the network which interfaced with Mikoshi as she did others. Indeed, she was not even permitted in drone form on the floor where he and his department operated. She’d honored that restriction faithfully for years, but she broke it as soon as Goro stepped off the elevator, tracking him as he walked. It took her handlers a few minutes to notice her transgression, and then another few to determine which of them would confront her about it. She ignored their messages and sent them one of her own– a livestream of the cicada cries straight into their audio channels.

They’d been with her long enough to know what that meant, and their desire to ensure Hanako’s visit went smoothly was overridden by their desire not to make her angry. V was half-fond of them– they were, after all, her primary source of human contact– but if she fried them all in their chairs she would be given replacements. After all, they weren’t the ones responsible for the year over year upward trend of operational efficiency at NC tower.

Hellman's staff were prepared for Goro’s visit. She followed him all the way up until the point where he jacked into the Mikoshi interface, when she was consumed by the sudden need to be as far away as possible. Thankfully she had a new distraction– the tiny pip of a connection request, coming from one of the executive floors, where she had no eyes. She accepted it and was almost immediately granted access to an unfamiliar drone.

V moved her attention into it immediately, guessing correctly that this was an official summons. Oda stepped back from the drone as she assumed control and repositioned herself so she was facing Hanako. The drone had the most advanced suite of software V had seen, with a wide array of sensory data that felt like settling into a feast after years of starvation. She tapped one of the drone’s feet against the stool it had been placed on, and savored the texture of the touch, and the minute vibrations which quietly shivered up the frame. Around her she could once again feel the buzz of the radio spectrum like the soft ripples of waves against her skin– and if she was sure that she would grow tired of the overstimulation, in the moment it felt like sinking back into a warm bath.

“Hanako-sama,” V said in greeting, loathing the sound of her digitized voice. “It’s a pleasure to have you visit, as always.”

“I detest this city,” Hanako replied, with a side glance to the city outside the window behind her. “But I am pleased to see the progress being made here.”

It was easy, within digital confines, to disguise emotion– especially anger. All V had to do was stand idle. They could open her up, of course, watch the data flowing through her heart and her soul. They could do that and come to all sorts of conclusions. But that was no different than the way they had once tracked the rise and fall of her hormones, and at least now she knew when someone was looking.

“A suitable body for your engram has been recovered,” Hanako continued, oblivious to her non-response. “It will be ready for implantation soon. There will be a chance of rejection, of course, but Dr. Hellman has told me that it is much lower than with previous matches.”

This time she waited, and it was some time before V could bring herself to respond. “That is good to hear.”

This was, she supposed, the moment where she might beg for favor. For understanding. For mercy. This was, she supposed, the moment that haunted her every thought, every preparation, every early dawn hour. The very moment which she worked so tirelessly never to think about at all.

She had read her contract so many times it had ceased to contain meaning. It was a brand, a warning, a reminder. It was a simple text file sitting in her root directory that was as much a part of her as her digital neural network. If she might beg for leniency on the application of some of its sections, there were too many for her to ever get what she wanted. Divergence might be a term with enough ambiguity for her to argue with, but even in her wildest fantasies she could not imagine the contract duration itself to be subject to discussion. It all had to be paid for by someone, after all. And until now that someone had been her.

A hundred and fifty floors below, Goro was holding a conversation with someone who was not herself.

“Hanako-sama,” V said, with utter neutrality. “I hope you will not tell her about me.”

Hanako tilted her head slightly, the light in her eye suggesting she had already anticipated this request. “As you wish. Takemura requested to be present, so that he might assist with reintegration.”

Of course.

“I have no right to ask for your favor, but if I may?” V waited for Hanako’s mute gesture to continue. “When it is done…please do not bring him here again.”

Hanako’s lack of reaction she had expected, but the frown Oda’s face was a surprise. Yet, for once V found she had no interest in whatever fucked up web of politics he was in, or what opinion he held of her, or Goro, or his own mistress.

“I will make no such promise,” Hanako replied, which confirmed that V was being shown both the carrot and the stick. “But when the process is complete, he will return to Japan.”

There were too many questions that V could not bring herself to ask. In her heart, one of her runners played for her the sound of rainfall. In the jungle, her drone slammed one of its feet down repeatedly on the table, just audible over the screaming of the cicadas.

Johnny had been right about the leash. Johnny had been right about a lot of things, but he was dead. He was dead, because she had killed him. And she had never asked what ghosts still lingered in the prison she had left behind.

“He does not know of your presence here,” Hanako told her. “The improvements you have made here have shown promise, but it is of course still an early trial.”

Early for a woman who was nearly a century old. But she had lived a long portion time out of the view of others, and V could admire her subtleties. It was too late to listen to a dead man, but there were other options.

“Of course,” V said. “I understand.”

Hanako lowered her chin slightly, locking eyes with the drone. “You may tell him, if you wish.”

It was a double-edged sword, but V found herself clinging to it all the same. In the jungle she folded the drone’s legs underneath itself again. There was a brief blip of a notification in her peripheral– a minor malfunction in one of the mechanisms that moved inventory between floors. But it was gone almost as soon as it arrived, the job taken by another one of her runners.

“This drone is a gift,” Hanako continued, when V did not reply. “I hope to continue to receive good reports.”

“Thank you, Hanako-sama. I am at your service.”

Her answering nod was also a dismissal, and V carefully piloted the unfamiliar drone off the stool and out of the office. She returned to the cameras around Mikoshi, keeping watch over Goro’s body. It occurred to her that she might pull the recording of the conversation, as she easily as she had insinuated herself into the network, but the very idea made her nerves itch, even under the influence of her script. They hadn’t put up any barriers here. Another test.

Just looking at him made her want to touch him again, to be close enough to smell the sweat on his skin and feel every breath he took. Those memories were as vivid as they always had been, even though the gray in his hair had long since spread beyond his temples. There were new lines around the corners of his eyes, the mark of all their time spent apart. Much, much longer than the frantic span of a few weeks at the end of a single summer.

She hated him so fiercely and so abruptly she thought she might burn through her hardware, seized in the throes of anger she hadn’t felt since they’d first woken her up. But it passed as the minutes ticked on, and left her scoured clean. By the time he opened his eyes again she felt nothing at all, just the steady sound of the jungle, and distant rainfall. Her new drone, now tucked away safely into her heart, paced through the server racks in steady, soothing rhythm.

When he left, she stopped his elevator car in the jungle, instead of his true destination. Goro exited the car when it did not respond to his controls, and after a moment of indecision, stepped out into the room. Watching him, she could almost feel the change of humidity on his skin, the sudden scream of a nearby cicada that drew his attention upwards to the trees. The warmth of the artificial sunlight, dappling through the leaves onto his face. He walked down the steps to the conference table, where her drone sat quiet and unmoving.

V fled within herself, retreating to the sanctity of her internal subnet until one of her runners dropped a ticket into her work queue, marked specifically for her attention. It wasn’t urgent, but the last ticket he’d sent in a similar manner had been diverting, and she was of mind to reward the behavior. Maybe it was time to invest in this newest batch.

So long as she made certain they could never be taken away.

#cyberhanami23 #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 fic #valentine #hanako arasaka #goro takemura #BAD ENDING #aka 'v becomes the tower johnny wanted to destroy' #this is another Long one sorry #it could have used a week to rest and then another few rounds of edits but *jazz hands* here we are! #i'm here to rip your heart out sorry #i'm going to try and do it again tomorrow too #keep your guard up! #trust no one!

[samandcolbyownme]

The people wanted Colby angst & the people are getting Colby angst.

Summary: After a long, on and off, secret relationship with Colby, reader finally has had enough, or have they?

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, angst, kinda sad, arguing/fighting, mentions of alcohol, flirting, reader is the lead singer in a rock band, slight mentions of depression/anxiety, hair pulling, biting, scratching, choking, unprotected shower make up sex, filth

Word count: 6.8K | NOT edited

Inspired by the song, The Grey by Bad Omens. I will also be using a few of their other songs, so if you haven't listened to them, you definitely should. Noah Sebastian is chefs kiss 💋

╔═══━━━─── • ───━━━═══╗

The relationship you had with Colby was the first relationship you kept going back to.

You knew he was bad for you, mainly because it felt like he was holding you back more than pushing you forward, but you loved him with everything you had in you.

When you were together, just the two of you, it was pure bliss. Like seeing love through rose colored lenses.

But it never failed to change with each launch party of a new album or even an after party for playing at a sold out show.

Colby couldn't contain his jealously, but yet, he's the one who wanted to keep your guy's relationship secret in the first place.

He didn't want the lime light, he wanted to have you all to himself, but he failed to realize that with your career growing, so would your popularity grew with it.

You broke up for a while, spent a few weeks apart. You worked on your new album some more. Colby hung out with Sam, investigating the paranormal some more.

You and Sam were good friends, so around the time Sam told you they'd be back, you got that, can we talk? text from Colby, and ever since then, you've been better than ever.

You agreed to understand him wanting to stay out of the spot light, so in public you were friends usually have dinner with other friends, but when it came to your band, they knew which meant you could kiss each other in front of them and they wouldn't bat an eye.

He's come to your studio sessions. Sat up until three am with you while you wrote down and hummed to random song lyrics. He's even been front row at sound checks.

He's become an even bigger number one fan and you absolutely loved it.

Things seemed to be going in the right direction for a while, and you were thinking about talking to him again about going public, mainly because you wanted more from him.

More with him.

You thought that since your relationship was in such a good place and haven't called it quits for the sixth time, it could work.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

"Here's to y/n. Her talent is what got us here in the first place." Your guitarist, Lewis, raises his glass and everyone follows in with a loud, "To y/n."

You laugh, leaning into Colby. He lays his arm over you, taking a sip from his drink, "You really deserve this, babe." He smiles, planting a kiss on your temple.

You smile, taking a sip from your glass, "Let's face it though, I would be here without you guys." You motion to the rest of your band, "So let's give a toast to the people who stand beside-" you point to your drummer, Hunter,"And sit behind me on stage."

Hunter laughs, "Thanks for being so specific, y/n."

You nod, "Of course."

You look at Colby, "And thank you, for supporting me no matter what we go through."

He smiles, "I love you."

"I love you." You lean in, pecking his lips before turning to face your band, "Who's up for another round, huh?"

A few hours later, you and Colby arrive back to your house.

"So when's the album supposed to be finished?" Colby asks as he sits on the couch. You shrug your jacket off, walking over, "Hopefully by the end of the month. I have almost eight tracks so far? I want there to be at least ten."

"Are you going to release a single?" He extends his arm out as you sit down next to him, "Your singles are always a banger."

You laugh slightly and shrug, "I've thought about it. I mean, I have ideas but-"

Colby's phone buzzes and he ignores it.

Probably just Sam, you think, "I haven't really-" Colby's phone buzzes again, "Do you need to get that?"

He shakes his head, "I'm not worried about it. I'm worried about you." He pulls you closer and kisses your head, "So what are these ideas you have for a single?"

You blow out air, resting your head back onto his arm, "I'd have to go get my notebook, my brain is still kinda fuzzy from the show and then the post show alcohol."

You get up, laughing to yourself as you walk into the room that holds all your music equipment. You grab the notebook and turn around to walk back out, slowing down when you see Colby on his phone.

As much as you wanted to trust him and move forward, a part of you still had anxiety when it came to him with certain things.

You slowly walk over, "So."

He locks his phone and sets it down on the couch next to him, "Let's hear something." You sit down, facing him, "Okay. So I think these are going to go all in one song, but I so far I have I'm drowning in a dream I can't escape."

Your eyes can down over the page, "Then I have, ninety miles in the dark and family scars and electric hearts? I don't know there just something.." you look up at him, "That comes to me? I guess."

It was going so well, you didn't want to tell him that you were using your past times trying to make it work as a muse.

You weren't sure how he would take it, fine, probably. But at the same time, you didn't want to risk it.

"So Colby.." you set your notebook down, "I was thinking."

"Oh boy." He chuckles, "no, really. What's up?"

You smile as you move closer to him, "I was thinking that maybe we can.. grow.. more in this relationship?"

He tilts his head, looking over at you, "What do you mean?"

"I think you know what I mean." You look up at him, "I want more with you, Colby. I want to go out and be able to hold hands with you at a restaurant. I want to eventually get a house with you." You sigh, "I want marriage, Colby."

He stays quiet for a few seconds, "I've been thinking about it, too."

You raise your eyebrows, "Really? You have?"

He nods, sliding his hand up to grip your chin, "You are such a beautiful and talented woman, y/n. You genuinely surprise me every day I'm with you."

You smile and he leans in, "I love you."

You run your hand through his hair and lean in to close the space between the two of you, "I love you." You press your lips to his and move your head to rest your chin on his shoulder as he pulls you into a hug.

You glance down as his phone lights up and your heart starts racing as the name Serenity appears on the screen, "Who's Serenity?" You lean back and you can tell Colby is caught off guard, "It's.. No one, y/n. I promise."

You lean back and he tries to grab your hand, "Just wait.." you rip your hand away, placing it on your cheek, "Colby.. I thought.." you can feel tears burning in your eyes, "Are you fucking kidding me right now?"

"She isn't anything, I mean she was but-"

You cut him off, "When?"

"What?"

You raise your voice a little bit louder, "When. Colby, when was she ever anything?"

He stands up, "When we broke up this last time. I met her while Sam and I were in Georgia. It wasn't anything. I missed you, so that's why I-"

"You missed me? So you went and found someone to.. what, exactly? Distract you from the thought of me?" You throw your hands up, "Just when I thought things were changing."

"They are!" He says loudly, "They are! I haven't talked to her since the day before we left. I was focused on you because you're fucking everywhere y/n. but How can I get over you if-"

You raise your brows and he shakes his head, "No, that came out wrong.. I didn't.. I didn't it mean it to sound like that, I don't want to get over you." Colby walks over to you and you just stand there staring at the spot he walked away from.

He slides his hand up your arm, "I promise you it is and was nothing. Just a conversation.

"Did you sleep with her?" Your words are cold and you look at him. He shakes his head, "No. no we didn't do anything, and even if it did progress, which it didn't. Sam wouldn't have let anything happen, you know that?"

"Then why is she calling and texting you at three in the fucking morning?" You groan, "God, Colby. I genuinely thought we were going somewhere this time? All the times you showed up for me when you didn't before?" What was that just a cover so I didn't suspect anything?"

He shakes his head, "No, y/n. It's not like that at all."

"How can.." your voice breaks, so you pause, taking a deep breath before you sigh, "How am I supposed to believe you when you've done this shit before?"

"What are you talking about?" He tilts his head, "Please, tell me. I would lo-"

"Second time we got back together, I seen a Mariah on your phone. She was sending hearts, saying that if, and I quote, 'you and your mystery girl break up again, you know where to find me' end quote." You keep your stare on him, "we broke up shortly after getting back together that time, because things were getting too serious too fast, as you said."

"That wasn't.. she was.." he sighs, "We're talking about things over the course of a year or so, y/n. I didn't think I was ready to be with someone like you."

"Someone like me? What's that supposed to mean exactly?" You cross your arms and he sighs, "Again, didn't mean for it to sound like that."

"Just go."

Your words catch him off guard, "Huh?"

"Go. Get out." You point to the door, "I can't..." you close your eyes, begging yourself not to cry, "I can't keep doing this. Shutting myself down, trying to change you or even trying to change myself, Colby."

"Who's changing? What are you talking about?" He steps closer to you and you shake your head, looking up at him, "I just.. I guess I just gave you too many chances and you literally ran through them all."

You groan, "Fuck, I literally have everything I could ever want, but it obviously still isn't enough."

"Enough for what, y/n? You're enough for me." Colby's voice goes quieter, "Please." He steps towards you, wrapping his hands round your wrists, "Can you just please, sit down. Read the messsges. Time stamps. Everything."

"I just wanted more, Colby. More from you. This isn't.." you shake your head, "I just want to finally be with someone who doesn't leave me falling asleep confused every night."

"No, don't let me go." He rests his forehead against yours, "I mean it. I'm serious this time. I don't want anyone else but you."

"Who even am I anymore, Colby? Honestly." You step back, pulling your hands free from his grasp, "I literally don't even know who I am anymore. A singer who allows someone to just keep hurting her over and over again?"

"Y/n." Colby shakes his head, "Just please, hear me out."

"You had the chance to tell me. When we got back together.. I told you about the guy I had dinner with. I didn't even want to do it but I was so pissed at you for that Mariah girl, I just.. tried evening the score but I guess that didn't fucking matter, now did it?" You pace back and forth, feeling like you could puke.

"The thought.. of you even.." you lay your hands on your lips, "Being with another girl is enough to make me drop dead."

"I was never with any other girl, y/n. You have to-"

You cut him off, "No. I'm done. I'm done with this grey area of us that can only be seen when it's just us. It's not what I want, you know what I want and you just..." you look at him, "Clearly arent on the same level as me, you never were."

"But I am." He pleads and you shrug, "sure doesn't seem like it to me." You sigh, "Just.. go. Please."

"I'm not giving up on us, you can't just dig another grave and let me go, not like this." He stays in his spot and you just stare at him, "Colby. I'm tired. I have a headache, I'm not... I'm not doing this anymore. Just please, go home."

"Fine. But I promise, I'm not giving up. I'll give you space but I'll prove that I want you." He grabs his keys, walking towards the door.

You want to stop him but it's like your body is frozen in its place. You can't move, no matter how much you want to.

He gives you one last look before closing the door and you immediately break down, falling to your knees and leaning up against the couch.

You're gasping for air, clutching your chest as you try not to cry too loud.

You wanted Colby, but you didn't want the hurt that comes along with it anymore.

A part of you believed him, but at the same time, a part of you knew that you needed to let go.

Then it hit you.

Turn the pain, into power.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

Over the last two weeks, the only time you'd leave your house was to go to the studio. You had a new song in that was practically almost down.

A new single, and you had Colby to thank for that.

Other than that, you laid at home, in the dark usually just thinking about everything, Colby mainly.

It's been two weeks and you've barely made the effort to answer him. But you always do. Whether it's just him one word answers, or you wait hours, you can't seem to stay away from him no matter how much you wanted to.

That was until you got a text from him that set you off almost instantly, it feels like we don't talk anymore and you don't seem to care.

You sit up in bed, scoffing as your thumbs tap the screen at lightning speed. As you're in the middle of your paragraph, he sends you another text, I knew that would get your attention.

You clench your jaw. selecting your paragraph and deleting it to which you replacing with, what do you want, Colby?

He instantly replies, I want you to see that I love you.

You stare at the message, unable to come up with a response. He texts again, After your show tomorrow, I'm going to prove to everyone that I'm ready to join you in the spotlight you stand in.

You've been so caught up in your own shit, you forgot about the show you have scheduled for tomorrow.

Another sold out show.

You respond to Colby's text, what? Are you gonna join me on stage?

You laugh slightly as you click out of Colby's text thread and go to your bands group chat, meet me at the studio. We're playing that song tomorrow night.

Your eyes move up to the banner notification with Colby's text that reads, you'll see, baby.

A smirk plays at your lips, until you remember that you're mad at him.

Why you're mad at him.

You toss your phone down, getting up to change before you make your way to the studio.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

You walk into the venue, looking around in awe at the place you'll be playing. Thousands of seats scattered all around.

You were in shock each time you stepped foot into one of these places.

"Can't believe we'll be playing here tonight." Lewis walks up, slinging an arm over your shoulder, "You doin' okay?"

You sigh, crossing your arms, "Colby's coming tonight, and he says he has something planned to tell everyone he loves me. I don't.. really know how to feel but.."

You look up at him, "The show must go on, right?"

He tilts his head, "He isn't used to being with someone as pretty and famous as you are, y/n. I'm not trying to take his side, but maybe what happened between you guys, really opened his eyes."

You shrug, "I love him to death, but if we keep going in this direction, I don't think either one of us will make it out alive."

Lewis snaps his fingers, humming as he thinks.

You smirk, turning to face him, "What are you cooking in that head of yours?"

"Da da da.. da da.. da da.. Will we both go home alive? It wasn't hard to realize, love's the death of peace of mind? Think we can make a song about it?"

You laugh, thinking about it, "You know what." You nod, "Studio session. You and me. Tomorrow." You point at him and look over, seeing Sam walk towards you.

You walk over to him, bringing him in for a hug, "What are you doing here?" He hugs you and sighs, "Had to make sure my two people weren't going to kill each other, you know."

"So you heard about the argument.." you step back, crossing your arms over one another, "Sorry I didn't.. call you."

"Colby filled me in." He nods, "Plus I figured if you needed me you'd call."

"I haven't talked to anyone about what happened.. I mainly out focus into a song." You look at him and he tilts his head, "Does he know?"

You shake your head, "But he will tonight."

Sam wraps an arm around your neck, "You people and your song making." You shrug, "I felt like I couldn't explain it, no matter how hard I tried, so I wrote a song about it myself."

He laughs slightly, "What's it called?"

You bite the inside your lip, "The Grey."

"Hmm." He nods, "I'm actually really excited to hear it." He looks around, "Can't believe you sold this place out." He pulls you into him, "I'm proud of you, kid."

You laugh, rolling your eyes, "Thank you. Thank you." You sigh, "So is he here?"

Sam shakes his head, "Not yet. He's coming with our other friends later on." You nod, "Do you-"

"No. I don't know what he has planned." Sam laughs, "Nice try."

"Hey, couldn't hurt, right." You laugh and look up at Hunter who's waving at you. You nod, giving him a thumbs up, "I gotta go. Sound check you know."

"So I'll hear a snippet of the song?" Sam raises a brow and you shrug as you walk away, "Guess you'll find out."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

You bounce up and down slightly, taking a deep breathes as your nerves for this show are a lot higher than they've been for any other show.

Colby was in the audience this time.

Not hiding behind the curtain, off to the side like he has for every other show he's been to.

You wanted to know what he was planning, it's driven you crazy since he first said something about it yesterday.

"You're gonna kill it." Hunter says nudging you as he walks by. Lewis walks up, putting on his guitar, "It's just like any other show."

"Let's hope." You laugh slightly before putting your inner ears in, shaking out your hands before taking the mic from your stage director.

The band walks out into stage, taking their places and the music to the first song starts playing.

You put on a smile, walking out when you hear your cue. You move around stage as you sing your first song, waving to the fan.

You walk over to the mic stand, placing your mic in the holder as you finish, "How's everybody feeling tonight!?"

A massive sea of screams erupts in front of you and you can't help but smile, "Thank you all for being here. Another sold out show!"

You clap and the fans erupt again.

"I have something very special towards the end of tonight's show!" You look back at the band, laughing when the fans go crazy, "Too bad you won't know what it is until the end, "Anyway. Here's Like a Villain."

The rock music starts and you slowly head bang to the music, rocking your mic stand as you wait for your time to start singing.

Colby is heavy on your mind, so heavy you almost miss your cue, "Look into my face, then look again. We are not the same, we're different.."

You smile as you see the fans dancing and singing along. You absolutely loved being on stage.

You continue singing verse one, "You need a new clean slate without the dents. A place to put your pain, your consequence.. When you look into the mirror, are you even there?"

You take a breath, grabbing the mic off the stand. You bend down slightly as you belt out the chorus, "I don't wanna know all your secrets 'cause I'll tell. It's hard enough being alone with myself. I don't know how long I'll be holding on.."

You walk around the stage as you sing, giving them a performance. You dance around during the little break, walking over to the other side as you start to sing the second verse, "So write a brand new page, then write again. I know your act is staged, yet you pretend.."

Finishing the second verse, you move into the chorus again, "I don't wanna know all your secrets 'cause I'll tell. It's hard enough being alone with myself. I don't know how long I'll be holding on.."

You move back to the mic stand, resting it back in its holder as you wait for your cue for the bridge, gently singing, "Like a villain, I couldn't be I didn't need it, it needed me.. Like a villain, I couldn't be. I didn't need it, it needed me.."

It goes into the breakdown and your eyes scan the crowd and you see Sam and Colby standing in the VIP section of the pit.

Your heart skips a beat, and you start to sing again, "I don't wanna know all your secrets 'cause I'll tell. It's hard enough being alone with myself.."

The song goes into the outro and the band stops playing and the crowd goes crazy.

That one is always a hit.

You felt on top of the world right now.

You literally did have everything, but you still wanted more, just like your new song says. Just like you told Colby.

You were nervous. The closer you got to performing it for the very first time.

You weren't sure how Colby was going to react. Sam was the closest person to him, but you knew he wouldn't say anything.

At least you hoped he wouldn't.

A few songs later, almost ready to close out the show, you take a deep breath, "You guys have been absolutely phenomenal tonight!"

You raise your hands above your head, clapping for the crowd, "I mean it. I think this is the best crowd we've had this year so far."

The crowd screams and you sigh, "Alright guys.. so that surprise I was talking about earlier.." you pause, letting the crowd scream, "Alright, so I may or may not have been in the studio these last two weeks trying to get out a new single, and let's just say.." you pause, smirking out at the crowd, "I've done just that."

You laugh, grabbing your mic off the stand and walking around, "This single means.. a lot to me, for a few reasons and I'm very excited to announce that it will be out...."

The crowd go crazy, yet again, chanting in unison, "Tell us! Tell us!"

"Okay okay." You wave your hand, "I don't know when it'll be out, but we're going to play it for you right now."

You walk back over to the mic stand, giving your band a thumbs up, and they start playing.

You nod your head to the slow moving, then quick to pick up pace, "Evened the scores, then I let it all go fall apart." You take a quick breathe, "And every step forward put a little more sword in your heart, yeah.."

Your heart was pounding harder with each line, "Looking sideways when I say I'm okay with the past But I'm afraid of what I might say if you ask.."

You grab your mic, walking to the left of the stage, away from the side Colby was on, going into the pre-chorus, "Gave you way too many chances, you ran through 'em all..Got everything I could want, but it wasn't enough.."

"Nobody left for me to talk to, nobody to call.."

You take a breath, "Got everything I could want, but I still wanted more.."

"Yeah, I still wanted, more.."

You walk towards the right side of the stage, smoothly transferring into the chorus, "There's not another way, don't let me go.. Don't dig another grave today..."

"I'll make the same mistakes, I'll never know Who I was before I faded away.. Into the grey.."

You knew Colby knew. You were sweating.

You had a little break before you went back in for the second verse, "All of this time sittin' inside, sittin' in the dark.. And every night, I can see why you could never stop, yeah.."

"Lying is hard and the truth comes out anyway.. You're going way too far, gonna drop dead at this rate.."

You sing the chorus again before grabbing the mic, moving to the right of the stage, directly in line of sight from Colby.

You lay your hand on your chest, tapping it with the words of the post-chorus, "I did it to myself, tried to be someone else. I let it tear me down and I'll never be the same."

"I did it to myself, tried to be someone else..And you didn't notice 'til I finally got, finally got away.."

You drag out the last word and the crowd goes absolutely insane.

You smile as you sing the words to the bridge, then moving into the chorus one final time before moving back to your mic stand to close out, "Into the grey."

You step back from your mic stand and smile, looking out over the crowd.

Your eyes land on Colby and he's clapping and shaking his head with a smile on his face.

He pulls out his phone, turning around to record him and you on the stage. Sam starts smiling and laughing as he gives you a double thumbs up.

You blow a kiss to him, laughing as you wave and then suddenly the fans go even crazier.

You look down, shrugging as you ask, "What is happening?" You being the mic up to your lips, "Why are we having a second rush of cheering, I mean I appreciate it but, fill me in. Please."

You point to one of the girl's phone and security grabs it, handing it to you.

You watch the video play. It's what you watched Colby do, but you didn't know exactly what he did. You smile as you reach up to take your in ear out, "I have to be able to hear it right?"

The girls in front go absolutely insane screaming things you can't comprehend, "Okay, okay. Hold on."

You bring the phone up to your ear and you wanted to cry.

This is what you wanted all along.

Colby screams into the phone, "That's my fucking girlfriend." You hand security back the phone and the girl screams, "is it true? Is it true?"

You smile, giving her a nod, "Yes." You look up, bringing the mic to your lips, "Alright everybody. Thank you guys so much for a great show. We will definitely be back! I love you!"

You put your mic into the stand, waving as you run off the stage. You make your way back and your manager comes up to you, "Oh my god, y/n. That song. Top of the charts. You need to release it immediately."

You laugh, "I'll get it out tomorrow." You look over his shoulder, seeing Sam and Colby walk down the hallway, "Excuse me." You walk around him, making your way to the boys.

Sam gives you a hug, squeezing you tight, "Phenomenal."

You lean back, smiling, "Yeah?"

He nods, "Absolutely fucking insane." He moves to the side and you look up at Colby, "Are you mad?" He tilts his head, "Are you mad?"

You shake your head, chewing on your chew as you try not to smile, "No."

"Good." Sam lays his hands on each of your one shoulders, "Now kiss and make up." He pushes you towards each other and you laugh, wrapping your arms around Colby's neck.

You press your lips to his and lean back, "We gotta go. I need a shower. I was sweating because I thought you weren't going to like the song."

"I'll only be mad if it doesn't make top of the charts." He laughs, following you to your dressing room, along with Sam.

You walk in and go over to your bag, grabbing sweats and a sweatshirt, "I'm going to change quick." You walk behind the solid partition, quickly changing from your stage outfit into something comfy.

"So it was a good show?" You ask walking out to toss your stuff into your bag. You pull out your slippers, dropping them to the floor.

"Ten out of ten, will come to one again." Sam gives you a thumbs up. You smile, looking at Colby, "Ready to go home?"

He nods, "Yes. Please."

You zip your bag, walking over to Colby and taking his hand in yours. He gives your hand a squeeze and follows you out.

As you walk out, you see fans waiting by the one barricade, "I'm going to go see them." Colby nods, "Let's go."

You smile as you walk over, moving in between the two security guards. Colby takes your bag, waving and saying hi to the fans that call out for him.

"So you're Colby's girlfriend?" The one asks and you nod, smiling as you sign her paper, "I sure am."

"You looked so beautiful tonight." Another one says and you pout, "Stop it, you're so beautiful."

You turn, taking the one girls phone and taking a few selfies with her.

You do that with a few more and step back, "I hate to go, but I am exhausted. Thank you guys so much for coming out. I love you I love you!" You blow kisses to them and wave as you walk way, Colby glued to your hip.

"You're so cute when you do that." Colby opens the car door for you and you smile, "I love them. I want them to know that."

You get in, Colby moving to sit next to you.

"So. I have to ask." You turn to him, "Why now?"

He shrugs, placing his hand on your knee, "You wanted a huge gesture and our figured doing it at your show was pretty big."

You laugh, "I mean, yeah. And tweeting it.."

"I know we have some of the same fans so I figured if I tweet it, one was bound to see it and you know how fast that shit spreads." He squeezes your leg, "I'm just.. I wish I could prove to you how sorry I am."

"I mean.." you lay your hand on his hand, sliding it up his arm, "you're doing good so far... but I have a few more ideas.."

"Mm." He leans in, "Do tell." He kisses your cheek and you smile, "I'll tell you when we get home."

"But home is so far." He whines quietly, "Just one thing.. yeah?"

You turn your head, biting your lip as you look at him, "Don't push it." You laugh, pressing your lips to his and you couldn't wait to be home.

Soon enough, but it felt like forever, you and Colby are running up to the door. You work to unlock it as his hands slip under your sweatshirt.

"Almost.." You sigh, "Got it." You push the door open, turning around to face Colby as you walk backwards into your house.

His lips go to yours and your arms go around his neck as he kicks the door shut with his foot.

As you're making out, the post-show adrenaline wears off and you push yourself off of Colby, "Wait."

"Don't do this." He sighs and you shake your head, "How do I know it'll be different this time? How did I know that you'll be able to contain your jealousy and everything else that tore us apart before?"

A smirk grows on his lips and you tilt your head, "What?" He walks over to you, cupping your cheeks to give you a kiss before whispering, "I'm not jealous anymore because everyone knows you're mine."

He bends down slightly, lifting you up, "Now let's go get that shower, yeah?"

You smile, your hands on either side of his neck as he walks you into the bathroom. He pins you up against the wall, holding you up with his hips as he reaches in to turn on the water.

The bathroom quickly fills with steam as he sets you down so you can undress.

Hands are all over. Lips are kissing any part of your bodies they can get to.

It's hot.

He steps in, pulling you in with him and he spins you around as he closes the door. You gasp as your back presses up against the cool tile of the shower.

A moan escapes from your lips as his fingers move down to circle your clit, "F-fuck."

"This was I needed to do?" Colby asks and you shrug, lips parted slightly as you nod, "Kind of."

He hums in response, dropping down to his knees, "Or was it this." He lifts a leg, placing it on his shoulder before leaning in to lick between your folds.

Your hands move to his wet hair, tangling your fingers in as you arch your back off the wall.

His tongue circling your clit before gently nipping and sucking. You moan, tilting your head back as you close your eyes.

You missed him between your legs.

You missed him in general.

"C-Colby." You breathe out, "S-shit."

You look down at him, biting on your lip as you watch the image below you. His fingers dig into your skin and you roll your hips, "Yes, yes, yes."

He brings a hand over, slipping two fingers into you which earn a whine from your lips.

You pull his hair slightly harder which causes him to groan. The stroke of his fingers is absolutely perfect, he knows your body better than anyone.

"F-fu- co- col-" You squeeze your eyes shut at the pleasure of his fingers inside of you and his tongue on your clit.

He knew you were close, so he kept that pace as best he could.

Your hips buck out, moaning loudly as you push his gave into you, "Colby!" You clench around his fingers, your legs shaking more and more with each second you have to hold yourself up.

Colby leans back, setting your leg down on the floor but keeping a hand on your waist as he stands back up, "I fucking love you." He tilts your chin up and presses a kiss to your lips.

Your tongue moves in sync with his as he lets out a low groan as you wrap your hand around his cock, "Fuck. I need you."

You smirk at his words, "Fuck me."

He leans down, lifting you up and your arms wrap around his neck. He cautiously slips his one arm under your knee and you reach down to hold his cock steady as he slips into you.

You let out a loud moan, tilting your head back as you feel him rest inside of you.

"Look at me, baby." Colby whispers.

You tilt your head up, tightening your arms around his neck. He watches your face twitch as he slowly pulls out and thrusts back in.

You keep your eyes on him, forcing yourself to keep them open as you squeeze his cock, "Fuck, Colby."

He leans in, pressing his lips to yours and you slide a hand up to the nape of his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair.

"I love you." Colby mumbles against your lips, "It's always been you."

You moan into his mouth, digging your nails into his skin, "Don't leave me again." His lips attach to your neck, sucking a mark into your skin.

You moan, tilting your head to the side. Your eyes flutter closed as he kisses his way over your collar bones, making his way to the other side, "Never.."

He stops thrusting, resting inside of you, "I'm not going anywhere, and I plan on making sure everyone knows it."

You smile, nodding your head, "No more grey area?"

"Full on color, baby." He smiles and brings his hand up to cup your cheek, moving his lips with yours.

He sets you down, spinning you around so your chest is pressed against the glass shower door. His hand slides up to wrap around your neck, squeezing a moan from you as he slips his cock back in.

"F-Fuck." You whimper, pressing a hand to the glass and dragging it down. Your eyes roll back as he squeezes harder, cutting off your moans from sounded loud.

His thrusts are slow and hard, digging his fingers into your waist harder with each one, "F-fucking hell, baby."

He lets go of your neck and you gasp for air as he slides his hand to your shoulder, gripping it as he thrusts faster.

A string of moans and whimpers leaves your lips as his thrusts grow sloppy. He leans forward, resting his head on the back of yours and you can tell he's going to cum soon.

"Not gonna last much longer." He whispers, his voice raspy as he tries to hold it together, "Fuck, fuck."

"Don't stop." You moan out, "pl-ease don't stop."

You move your hips back into him, moaning loudly as you feel yourself growing closer, quite quickly.

"C-Colby!" His name leaves your lips in a scream as you cum around him once more. You moan, feeling his cock twitch deep inside of you.

You knew he came with you.

He lets his grip on your loosen, leaning up as he slides his hand down your back, "Incredible." He pulls you to stand up, his cock falling out as you turn.

Your lips meet his and he pulls you close to him.

After your shower, you walk out with a towel wrapped around you. Colby is lying on the bed and you can tell he's nervous about something.

"What?" You ask, stopping in your tracks, "What happened?"

He sits up, shaking his head, "Nothing, I'm just.. thinking.."

"Oh god, are you about to-"

"No, no. It's not what you think." He laughs slightly, brushing your wet hair from your shoulders, "I just don't know if this is the right time, but I feel like I need to just.."

Your heart is racing and your mind is moving too fast for you to even pick one thought to focus on, "Just say it." You blurt out and Colby sighs, "Fine. I will."

He takes a step back, getting down on one knee as he pulls out a ring from his pocket, "I don't even know if it's the right time but it feels like it and I jus-"

You cut him off by falling to your knees in front of him,  eyes glassy as you look from the ring to him, "Yes."

"I- what? Yes?" His mouth drops and he smiles, "You think it's the right time?"

"You told everyone I was your girlfriend at my show." You pluck the ring from his fingers, a smirk on your face, "Now at the next one, I can tell them I've been upgraded to fiancé."

He stands up and pulls you to your feet. He places the ring on your left hand and sighs, "I promise, we're going to work."

You look up at him, "We're endgame."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

I hope you liked it. As always, tell me what you think. Thanks for wanting more from me. It means SO much to me! Love you all!

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Wrong Number, Right Day

Chapter One: Good Deed of the Day

Gaz x Female Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 526 words

Summary: Kyle gets a wrong number text but decides to be a little generous that day.

Notes: I wrote this on my phone on breaks in between jobs. No editing.

Kyle groaned as he body refused to relax. His muscles still tight and tense, despite the flight home and the bar with the others. The piss poor alcohol had done nothing to ease Kyle’s stresses either. He ignored the constant buzzing of his phone on the table. Soap was probably sending updates on whether or not he’d managed to make any leeway with Ghost.

Soap had been trying to get in the Lieutenant’s pants for a while now. Kyle could tell by watching that Ghost was interested but never made a move. The little ways he took care of Soap. Making sure he was get checked out by medical. Doing check ins while at the safe house. Getting water and food into him. Subtly touching his shoulder when stressed. All these little things, and some alcohol, led Kyle to stupidly mention all of it to Soap.

So now the man was determined to get Ghost ti break first. Another buzz of his phone finally annoyed Kyle enough that he reached for it. Of course he had like 16 texts from Soap. As he opened his phone he noticed one was from a number he didn’t recognize. Opening the text he blinked stupidly at the text.

Unknown: Seriously Kyle I need the rest of the money.

Who the hell was it? Probably a wrong number. Cause the only person he owed money was Ghost. And he was letting him cover the next round of drinks instead. Kyle quickly started to type a response when Soap sent him another message making his phone buzz and Kyle’s alcohol fuzzy brain was spooked. His finger slipped across the phone.

Kyle: Sorry w

Shit. He’d hit send to early. Before he could respond again he got a flurry of texts.

Unknown: please

Unknown: kyle

Unknown: he said he’ll kick us ouyr

Unknown: *out

Unknown: im already working thre jobs just to cover what you can’t

Unknown: im not trying to make you feel bad but i cant afford food for a few weeks to cover this

Unknown: and don’t ask me to not feed your dog again

Unknown: he has to eat kyle

Whoever this Kyle was, he sounded like a fucking prick. This poor thing busting their ass just to get by. And to not feed his own dog? Kyle pulled up his bank real quick. As long as it wasn’t ridiculous, he could probably afford to send some money.

Kyle: How much?

Unknown: thak uo!!!!!

Unknown: just the last $250 and then well b god

Unknown: *good

Unknown: u still have my link?

Kyle: Please send it again.

Unknown: here ya go

Kyle: Sent $500

Unknown: what no! i just needed the rent!

Unknown: you need money for food!

Unknown: kyle take the other back!

Unknown: kyle!!!

Kyle: For your troubles. Going to sleep. Goodnight, love.

Kyle leaned back against the couch, his body finally releasing all of its tension. For some reason being able to help someone in a tangible way made him feel better. He could hear the buzzing of his phone but it lulled him into a soft sleep now instead of annoying him.

#gaz x reader #x reader #female reader #inspired fic #my fics

[coffeelovesdramasalatte]

LITA Ep. 5 Rewatch Thoughts Part 1

(edit bc I started writing this post like 6 months ago - hi! I'm gonna finish going through the rest of the phayurain episodes of LITA finally! I've lost all sense of shame so these posts are just gonna be love letters to Eul, hope that's ok) Hi hi hi! I find it absolutely hilarious that the notes on the final part of my episode 4 rewatch post (which contains my best screenshots of That Scene) has like triple the notes of the rest of the parts. I love the thirsty LITA fam <3 I think I kept it mostly clean for the first 3 episodes but LITA brainrot is real and from here on out I'm putting down all my deranged thoughts into words so enjoy

Onwards to episode 5!! Ok so y'all should know by this point that BossNoeul sang the opening right? I added it on spotify and have listened to it on repeat so much over the last week that I could probs (badly, bc my singing voice leaves much to be desired but I can and will belt it at the top of my lungs) karaoke it now. If y'all haven't heard the full version check it out bc they rap a few bars and Noeul has this line "shake your bo- shake your bo- shake your body" that makes me lose it every time

The recap sees us revisiting some rather adorable moments from the previous episode including PhayuRain in the rain and tub. Imagine if they stuck the leg kiss in the recap >.<

We open to sunlight pouring in through the curtained windows on the morning after. I kind of wish the last episode had ended with this scene bc it would have been a soft transition after the intimacy PhayuRain shared rather than the abrupt cut to credits. But I digress.

Phayu's hair looks glorious out and I wish we'd gotten to see it like this more. In fact I think we should've seen Rain push his hands through it and grip it during episode 6's NC scene. Also the definition of that bicep? Sir pls.

I ADORE how sweet Phayu is towards Rain all the time, and this is yet another example. I love it when characters look fondly at their lover (I finally get to use that word for them!!), cover them with a blanket, and then give them a forehead kiss before sliding out of bed. SO FOND

I just think it's really attractive when people do this. Rain was really missing out by snoozing.

The state of Rain's neck and chest sends me into hysterical giggles every time. Phayu you did not have to go that hard with the marking bestie (let's be honest though, looking at the state of Phayu's neck post episode 6 they both have marking kinks) - everyone's gonna know Rain's officially yours soon enough. Also throwback to how like two months ago (or something like that idk the exact timeline) Rain was like hmph I never want anything to do with P' Phayu ever again. I didn't hear any complaining from you last night hmm??? Also I love how confident Rain was in his abilities to seduce Phayu, so true of him

I'm DECEASED

OK WAIT I think I finally get the whole yellow-blue thing. It literally is just that yellow is Rain's representative color and Phayu's is navy blue. So by making Rain put on Phayu's navy blue shirt for the "morning after" they're just reiterating that Rain belongs to Phayu now. Mystery solved :)

Obligatory shot bc he's worked hard for these gains and I think he deserves some appreciation ft. Rain who's making the same face as all of us. I think they spent like 30 whole seconds on Phayu's shoulders and that's so valid of them

Sir, do you have a good reason for striding in here shirtless and sweaty to wake your new bf up? Methinks someone was hoping for round 2

Ok, and we're back to Rain in a yellow t-shirt looking very feverish. He's holding his teal green phone (case) up though which is a combo of yellow and blue, isn't it? I'm sorry my color theory is lacking. His eyebrows look really nice here and I don't know why I noticed. I hope he has a good nap! But oops he misses calls from Phayu...

This episode's title is "the Calm Before the Storm" which implies it's gonna be a mostly tooth-rotting fluff episode and that drama is on the way next week. I'm already smiling so wide my cheeks hurt so the title is apt.

Phayu (dressed in navy blue!) is here to make sure his precious Rain is ok and Mama is already planning the wedding in her head.

The first three or four times I watched this, I was paying too much attention to their faces and probably missed a lot so let's break it down a bit. Phayu comes in, Rain's surprised and sits up, and Phayu sits down next to Rain on the bed but facing away. Phayu is slightly upset that Rain went away without saying anything and he was worried that since Rain was sick that him driving home alone was dangerous. The second Phayu sits down this way, Rain reaches out to grab his arm but Phayu pulls away. Compared to couples in other dramas, PhayuRain depend on touch a lot to communicate so obv the situation is quite serious plus Phayu is not immediately making eye contact with Rain.

The next couple of shots are just back and forth where Phayu asks why Rain left and Rain tells him what happened and apologies for worrying him. He looks v v soft and fluffy here

Gonna take a second to appreciate the background music bc it sounds so serious and doom-y right now but they're literally about to clear it all up so it was unnecessary to go that hard. Sound artist I love you

Throughout this conversation, Phayu starts far away (which for PhayuRain means there's like 1.5 meters of distance between their faces instead of 0.15 meters) but he moves closer and tilts his body more in Rain's direction as Rain gives each justification. He also lets Rain grab his arm. It's very subtle but I like the acting choices here.

Phayu, Rain is sick. Can you pls stop staring at his lips bff give him some rest (spoiler alert I counted like 5 lip-looks in the next 10 seconds, Phayu didn't hear me)

OK this hug. Exquisite. The gap has been bridged, all parties are happy again, and they both absolutely sink into each other.

Boss' little shoulder rub here is so soft and gives us more PhayuRain believability. We can see how worried he was and how relieved he is now that Rain is safely in his arms again.

Rain's cheek-smushed nod agreeing to never disappear from Phayu's side ever again is everything to me.

I don't actually think this was what I was supposed to get out of this but there's something about the symmetry of this hug and them being in the shape of a triangle and how technically their first encounter as a couple involved Phayu's triangle tool etc. etc. etc. Also headpat alert!

More subtle and soft gestures from Phayu. Rain is down bad.

HANDS!!!

We really heard the MWAH here and I want to forehead kiss whoever placed the mics

Everyone needs to observe Rain's expression right after Phayu asks this question bc it's very sus

(I couldn't get it in motion but Rain straightens up a bit and raises his eyebrows. Someone thinks they're about to get spanked like before)

Except this is not that kind of punishment and I can't believe Phayu really brought along a rectal suppository. To his credit though, I believe they're supposed to be more immediately effective than oral medicines because they absorb more directly into the body so he just wants Rain to be healthy faster. Although I wish Phayu would've not proceeded to yank Rain's pants off without permission, it's fiction and I hope if Rain had shown signs of major discomfort he would've listened. I do have to wonder if Mama put on headphones though bc Rain was really loud with his protests. I also think this must've been funny to film bc if you look closely before it cuts to Rain's mom, Rain looks like he's holding back laughter.

Uh-oh, Mama it's better if you walk away now

This sequence was actually so adorable and funny. I love purrito!Rain and Phayu is looking way too smug. Mama Rain walked out of there trying to name all the yellow and blue flowers she could for the wedding centerpieces.

omfg Phayu calling Rain's mom "Mama" is so friggin cute and I love how smoothly he just slid into son-in-law position

Rain's like excuse me I'm sick I should NOT be slandered right now

To part 2 with all the cute shots!!

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Clarifying Chapter 400

Hi all. Sorry for the hiatus (ha). I’ve been working on some other projects (including my own comic!), but I haven’t forgotten about this blog. I hope to finish my chapter breakdowns and, if I have time, go back and edit some of my older essays. I’ve also got some essays on the backburner (some have been there since the conception of this blog) that I hope to finish some day.

For the time being, here’s some clarification about Chapter 400 of Hunter x Hunter, since some readers seem to be confused by it. I believe this confusion stems from Togashi’s decision to tell the story non-linearly. 

I could be wrong about this, of course, but my hope is that those of you who read this will agree and come to a better understanding about the chapter.

ESTABLISHING A PRECEDENT

First off, I want to establish that this is not the first time Togashi has used non-linear storytelling in the Succession Arc. The most obvious example of this is the banquet sequence. This period of time is retold three times in the story, each from differing perspectives.

The banquet occurs at 8:00pm on the eighth day of the voyage (a Sunday). This information is provided to us at the end of 382. Awakening. In 383. Escape, we get the banquet from the perspective of the escapees.

Melody uses her ability at approximately 9:30pm.

384. War jumps back in time to the previous night (this information is provided to us in the opening panel). In it, we learn that Theta plans to assassinate Tserriednich on the following day; in other words, the day of the banquet.

In 385. Warning, we get the events of the banquet from the perspective of my favorite character: Theta. The time is 7:35pm when she commences Tserriednich's training. We see the effects of Melody’s ability as the performance is heard through the intercom.

Interestingly, this means Tserriednich's Zetsu training had been going on for about two hours before Theta pulled the trigger.

386. Hypothesis continues into day 9. Kurapika starts performing water divinations for his class on this day. 

Finally, 387. Recreation jumps back in time again, showing the events of day 8 from Tserriednich’s perspective.

Note how Melody’s activation of her ability acts as a “uniting event”, tying the plotlines together. This is the very same technique I believe Togashi intends to use in Chapter 400.

PLACING THE WATER DIVINATION

In order to understand the chronology in Chapter 400, we have to place Kurapika’s water divination. We know it begins on day 9 thanks to a timestamp in 386. Only a week remains in his first round of classes, so he needs to start awakening his students. He awakens Ladiolus first, then Maor. He plans to awaken a few more students, but the rest need to wait until tomorrow.

Later on, Zhang Lei’s guard Hashito asks to be awakened in exchange for Tenftory going last. His request is denied by Kurapika, but it seems likely Tenftory went last anyway. In fact, this line could also be interpreted as Hashito using the fact that Tenftory is already going last in order to negotiate.

388 ends with the fourth rumbling of Halkenburg’s aura, 389. Curse jumps back to day 9 for a bit before proceeding to day 10. This is yet another example of Togashi telling the story in a non-linear fashion. 

Once again, the fourth rumble acts as a "uniting event", helping us stitch together the timelines.

Later in the chapter, we learn that Tenftory has been awakened to Nen, along with all of the other students.

In other words, all students in Kurapika’s class have been awakened by day 10. This should include Tubeppa’s guard Longhi, who is seen receiving her water divination (or rather, not receiving it) at the end of Chapter 400.

This scene occurs on day 10.

This also means we have already seen events that occur after the end of Chapter 400, which is at least everything that occurs belowdecks in Chapters 390-399. 

THE UNITING EVENT

Knowing that the final scene of Chapter 400 jumps back to day 10 isn’t enough to fully comprehend the chapter. We still have to place the scenes involving Melody. Right before they start, we get an unresolved cliffhanger.

I believe this announcement will serve as a “uniting event” for these time jumps, similar to Melody’s flute solo or Halkenburg’s fourth rumble. We will probably hear this announcement in full from another character’s perspective. As a result, it seems likely that Melody’s scenes take place before the announcement.

If the announcement is about Kacho’s death, I could see it occuring before the Melody scenes (knowledge of Kacho’s death is a theme of their conversation). However, I don’t think this is the case for a few reasons:

I believe the deaths of all thirteen princes are eventually going to be covered up. I wrote more about this idea here, but in short, why conceal Sale-Sale’s death and not Kacho’s?

The announcement and Melody’s scenes are intercut with a short scene involving Prince Tyson. This is a strange decision if we were meant to make a link between the announcement and Kacho.

The wording of the announcement is a bit off. “Grave” seems to fit, but “emergency” and “stop what you’re doing”?

Personally, I think this announcement concerns something we have yet to see.

THE MISSING CURSE

In Melody’s scenes, Fugetsu’s condition is revealed to be quickly declining.

We know Fugetsu was “fine” on day 8. According to Melody, a few days have passed since then. This places Melody’s scenes on day 11 at the earliest.

A popular theory about Fugetsu’s decline is that she has been cursed by one of Camilla’s guards. However, that doesn’t quite fit with what we know.

In 389. Curse, we learn that Camilla’s guards can unleash a fatal curse on their targets. Fugetsu’s condition certainly matches the curse’s description.

Fugetsu is even floated as a potential first target, but is ultimately rejected.

Sarahell wants to send out a curse as soon as possible to weed out a possible Nen exorcist (note the use of the phrase a few days). After learning that proximity to the target can make up for lost time, she decides to curse Woble herself.

In other words, Sarahell will attempt to curse Woble first. If Fugetsu is indeed cursed by one of Camilla’s guards, it’s another indicator that Melody’s scenes take place after Longhi’s water divination. 

It’s also interesting that Melody plans to contact Kurapika for help, when Kurapika may very well be facing the exact same problem!

Based on the mention of a “next banquet” in Tyson’s scene (as well as Melody’s behavior in this chapter), it would seem not much time has passed since day 9—probably not a week, which is when the second set of classes will begin. I suspect Sarahell will actually attend the class on day 11, rather than waiting for the next round, which would place Melody’s scenes on day 11 or 12.

Accepting the idea that significant time passes between day 10 and Melody’s scenes provides some interesting context to Zhang Lei offering Melody a coin. At this point in the story, he might actually know what it does!

CONCLUSION

I may be completely wrong about this. Maybe Sarahell does wait until the next round of classes. Maybe Fugetsu is cursed before Woble, or maybe Fugetsu wasn’t cursed at all. But even if I am wrong, these are my main points:

There are significant backward time jumps in Chapter 400. In the final scene for sure, and possibly after the end of the Troupe plotline. 

If Fugetsu has been cursed by one of Camilla’s guards, there are some unanswered questions. We haven’t seen Sarahell’s attempt on Woble, and we haven’t been offered an explanation for Fugetsu being cursed before it.

I want to end by saying I don’t think this is meant to be confusing. It’s just difficult to remember context from previous chapters when they were released so long ago. In my opinion, even a week is too long to expect a reader to remember such details. It also doesn’t help that we don’t have the following chapters, which would probably make all of this clear.

I sincerely hope Hunter x Hunter returns, and when it does, I hope it’s in the form of bi-monthly, longer chapters (or something similar). I think the current story lends itself much better to that kind of format.

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Stay.

[image description : buggy the clown from one piece is in the first plan, arms crossed and one leg up against the ship rail. behind him on the lower part of the pictures are colorful lights from left to right. there’s a starry night with some clouds. there’s a yellow light coming behind buggy, and a blue one from the sky in front of him. in the middle low is the title in light blue ‘Stay.’ outlined a dark blue. end id]

Edit, 29/10/2023 : I do not make banners like this anymore, nor can I edit the new ones on older posts due to the difference between the editor at the times and the current one since I use extensive alt descriptions. I will not remake posts for writing.

Rating : Teen and Up Audiences, SFW Fandom : One Piece Relationships : Buggy the Clown/Reader Tags :  Non sexual intimacy, Cuddling, Fluff, Hurt/comfort, reader is stubborn,

Summary : Joining the party even though you had a headache that kept on coming back every now and then for a few days hadn’t been the brightest idea you had had. Nor had been not drinking any water whatsoever instead of sugary or caffeinated stuff and staying up at odd hours. And on top of it all, your wrists were hurting again. Although they had started hurting again a few weeks ago, but details, really.

Thank the sea your partner is there to force you to be responsible for once.

 You winced as the crew around you roared with energy, the musicians starting a new song that was just as, if not louder, as the precedent one. Clinks and clanks echoed as glasses were passed or slammed on the tables that had been brought onto the deck for the party. Stomping all around as they danced and moved about. Yells and laughs from what seemed to be everywhere.

 Well, joining the party even though you had a headache that kept on coming back every now and then for a few days hadn’t been the brightest idea you had had. Nor had been not drinking any water whatsoever instead of sugary or caffeinated stuff and staying up at odd hours. And on top of it all, your wrists were hurting again. Although they had started hurting again a few weeks ago, but details, really.

 You roughly rubbed your temples, mumbling complaints under your breath as you got up and went to the kitchen. You grabbed a glass laying on the counter that was probably clean and got some water to act like you were totally fixing things up and being a totally healthy adult. Shrugging at no one with that thought, you left, going back on the deck and immediately heading toward one end of the ship, where there was no one. You still wanted, and needed frankly, some fresh air. The noises were loud, it wasn’t like you could go that far from it, but at least it was more manageable than being in the middle of it. You could probably ignore the ache that was worsening. Probably.

 You sighed, leaning against the guard rail, nestling your head against your arms- only to be rudely interrupted by another pair of arms settling on top of yours and a warm body leaning on your back. Gloved hands laced with yours, and a round nose tickling you as the person nuzzled gently at your neck.

 “Bad mood …?” Buggy asked, voice carefully kept low for privacy. You hummed in question, a little bit out of it, before you realized how it must have looked from his point of view. Ah geez.

 “No, no. I’m okay.” You took a breath, sighing deeply. “Well I’m okay mentally. Just in a tad of pain, no biggie.” You said casually, half shrugging with the shoulder he wasn’t resting his head on. Maybe you shouldn’t have been as casual, what with your history of downplaying your pain, because he near immediately let go to tug you toward him and check himself if you weren’t stabbed and bleeding to death. Aw, shucks. Your heart squeezed a little at that. You grabbed his face, squishing his cheeks and stilling him in his action.

 “Just a headache. And my wrists again. I’m not dying dude, calm down.”

 He looked offended at that, taking your grabby hands away from his face and opening his mouth- which you promptly stopped with a finger against his lips.

 “Baby. Darling. Love of my life.” You pressed your finger just a bit harder to make your point. “Headache.”

 Buggy blinked owlishly, snorted and looked away, embarrassed. Although not enough to pout childishly, his hands moving to settle on your hips.

 “Why are you even up here then ?!” He suddenly realized, letting go of you to cross his arms, frowning.

 “I thought I was going to be fine. It hasn’t been constant. And I was lonely.”

 “Well…!” He trailed off, not knowing how to argue back without comically yelling nonsense. He huffed. “You should leave now that it hurts. I don’t want to have to go fish you out when you unexpectedly pass out from your headache and fall into the sea !”

 “Okay, one, I have literally never passed out from a headache. And two, you can’t even swim. You’re a hammer, dummy.”

 “Exactly ! And then I’d have to be fished out !!”

 You opened your mouth with a noise of protest, but he hushed you like you did to him earlier, tutting at you.

 “You’re going to bed ! Captain’s orders.”

 That got a squint, and a raised eyebrow coupled with a huff.

 “I’m not 8. Don’t give me a bedtime.”

 That got you a squint, and a raised eyebrow, coupled with a Buggy noise of discontent. Without warning, he grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the spot you were about to decide would be your grave out of spite, stomping through the party. Several people whistled at him, whooping and making kissy motions, which he very loudly answered with crude insults and threats. But when he had managed to finally get you to his cabin, the door closing and with it locking the noises outside, you couldn’t do anything but instantly relax from the tension that you hadn’t noticed had worsened.

 The clown tugged at the front of your shirt, taking off the necklace you wore most of the time that he had given you.

 “Clothes off, and put on your sleeping ones. Bedtime, Captain’s orders, do not make me repeat my flashy self you fool.” He growled, poking you on the sternum, although his voice was significantly lower than how it would usually be. You groaned, giving in although not without making it more than obvious how much of a hassle the idea of taking care of yourself was. He turned around, going to fuss with something as you began taking off your shirt. You stopped midway, hesitating. The clown immediately noticed, and gave you a Buggy look of discontent. You rolled your eyes, “Fine, fine.” and continued on. Although you stopped once you were in your underwear, eyeing your bed clothes and then Buggy. Well. He was insisting on you taking care of yourself, wasn’t he ? That meant not making things worse when you could tell you'd be having sensory issues with clothes on. You walked up to him and tugged at his sleeve to make him turn, putting your arms around his neck when he did so.

 Immediately, he blushed, tried and failed to form a coherent sentence. Geez. You’d been shirtless plenty of time in front of him and he still reacted this way. It was both hilarious and flattering. Trying to save face, his voice broke into a yelp- making it worse if anything.

 “You can’t- even if very flashily- seduce me on changing my mind-”

 “I’m not.” You interrupted him. “I’m not. Promise.” He was about to argue back, so you went for a cheap move : gently cupping his face between your hands and giving him a soft look.

 “Stay.”

 Well that did the trick. He went dead silent, blush spreading violently across his cheek and burning the tips of his ears. Buggy tried speaking, only to fail and repeat a few times. And a few times more.

 “Please ?” You tried, although you knew that was more than enough to convince him.

 “F-Fine !” He choked out, “I’ll allow you to bask in my flashy company tonight !” Like almost every night, but you didn’t say it outloud, instead smiled and gently kissed him.

 “Thank you, Captain.”

 He looked away, a hand coming up to hide his blushing face as you moved to bed and fluffed up the pillows. It didn’t take too long before he had changed out of his clothes, washed away most of the make-up and moved to the bed, settling down against the pillows you had prepped and welcoming you in his arms as you leaned against his chest.

 He gently kissed your cheek, bare hands running along your bare back. Your own were busy massaging his scalp, no doubt sore from keeping his hair styled the way he usually kept it all day long. He didn’t miss the little wince of pain you tried to hide however, and pushed your hands away from his head to hold them in a secure grip. Buggy placed a few kisses on your knuckles before motioning for you to move away for a bit. He shuffled until he was in a more proper lying position, holding you against him as you settled down again. Breathing deeply in, he exhaled a long, satisfied sigh. One hand went to your head and the other to the wrist closest, gently rubbing both, thumbs pressing circles. You hummed quietly, relieved to just rest instead of worsening the pain like you had been. You breathed with him, nuzzling against his shirt and pressing closer. The both of you stayed like this for a little while, just basking in the other’s warmth and enjoying the gentle attention you were receiving.

 But you were getting antsy. Something didn’t feel right, and you quickly guessed it was a sensory issue. You frowned, trying to figure out what was stressing your brain out. The noises from the party were muffled enough for you to be alright. The room was only lit from the lamp on the nightstand, which was acceptable. It wasn’t because of anything you were wearing- you didn’t have a shirt or pants on. Nor was it from something you weren’t wearing, considering it’s what felt more comfortable. Buggy’s bare hands on your skin felt right, the shirt under you not so much. You looked up toward him and he hummed in question.

 “Can you take off your shirt ?” He kissed your forehead in lieu of an answer, sitting up with you a bit to take it off. He pulled away his pants as well, knowing you might end up getting antsy again because of the remaining clothing, and layed back down with a grunt. You got on your side next to him. Buggy turned, wrapping you back up in his arms. One of his hands went back to your head to continue dotting on you like earlier, the other tracing endless patterns on your skin. He softly kissed your forehead again, mumbling a ‘come here’ and kissing you with a content sigh. You cupped his cheek, thumb softly caressing under his eye. He held you that much closer, nuzzling your nose lightly before pressing your foreheads together. The room was silent again before he broke it.

 “You’re so pretty, Treasure. So damn flashy all the time, making me a mess all day long.” You snorted at that. “What ?! You saying your Captain’s lying ?”

 “I thought we established you weren’t my Captain when we were in bed together.” You mumbled against the pillow, moving to bury your face in his neck but he stopped you.

 “Well ? You’re not answering my question.”

 “What question-” he pinched you, so you corrected yourself, “I know you’re not lying.”

 “......Were you making fun of me ?”

 Only silence and your smug smirk answered him. What followed was what you would call a cheap move when he placed wet sticky kisses on your cheeks as you playfully gagged and kicked his legs. He snickered triumphantly when you called for a truce, giving you one final kiss right on the lips.

 “You’re lucky I love you.” You scoffed, brushing away some strands of hair that had fallen on his face.

 He smiled, one of those pretty smiles full of emotion that made you weak, his now shaky hands squeezing you against him.

 “I am. I love you, Treasure.”

very soft :D

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The Silent Witch In The Woods Pt. 6

~Trigger Warning: Gore, Typical TWD warnings. Mentions of oc death, brief attempted suicide descriptions (minors DNI)~

A/N: This chapter has been added after the original chapters were posted. All previous chapters have been edited. I don't really know what happened and why this chapter was lost to the abyss but I think it should have been posted originally. The old part 6 is now part 7. The rest of this story will be posted soon. There are 2 more chapters already written and should wrap up this series. Sorry for any confusion and I'll be updating my tag list and and masterlist post to make up for it. Thanks for all the support everyone.

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It’s finally fall and the chill in the autumn air brushs against your skin causing you to pull your cloak shut. It is a thick enough material to shield you from the cold but not overheat you from the day's work. This time of year runs are fewer in numbers and everyone focuses on growing and harvesting the resources that they have in the town. You have been placed in charge of overseeing the field harvests and making sure it gets delivered to the community kitchens to get canned or processed. Daryl has been tasked to help you repair any of the harvest equipment and fencing to keep walkers out. It keeps you all busy but you never go more than an hour without Daryl being right there to see if you need anything. His friendly looks start to make you feel less and less content with just being friends with the man. It’s refreshing having things be so calm and seemingly normal, but the feelings that rise everytime you see the man are putting you on edge. Unsure if its from still being distrustful of people or from never having felt this way before. 

Maggie stops by every now and again to check-in. She keeps giving you a look that at first you were confused about but now you have started to catch on. Daryl could have been put anywhere else and maybe even been more useful, but the council put him with you and the look in her eyes suggests that she had something to do with that. It isn’t till you look over to where you know Daryl has been working for the last 30 minutes and feel all the air get knocked from your lungs that you completely understand. He had taken his top shirt off and wrapped it around his waist. His white tank top soaked through from sweat as he hammered away at the fence. You can just barely make out the demon tattoo poking out from his shirt. It’s enough to leave your mouth dry and your heart pounding in your chest. 

Maggie snuck up next to you. You about jumped out of your skin as you felt her nudge your arm. "I see you are enjoying the job that the council gave you" She winks as you look over, feeling the intense burn of a blush.

I'm enjoying it a bit too much I think. Your blush stays as intense and you have to turn fully to Maggie or risk going back to staring at Daryl's glistening skin and beautiful arms at work. Everything about the way he moves makes you think of the most indecent activities the two of you could do together.

She chuckles at your expense for a moment, "You gonna do anything about that?"

You roll your eyes and sign a simple no. Maggie and most of the council had started to learn some sign a few weeks back. It has been a big help in town especially when your markers dry up. The two of you spend another few minutes catching up before you both have to go back about your daily duties.

~~~

Later in the evening, you get home a little after Daryl. The familiar smell of his cooking wafts through the air. It smells amazing as you round the corner and watch silently as Daryl moves about the kitchen. You can’t help the swell of happiness and pride as you see him pluck some of the fresh herbs you’ve planted by the window and smell them before adding it to the pot. It looks as if he’s making a big pot of chili or stew to save mostly for later. You find yourself just leaning against the archway, wondering if this is what life would have ended up like for you if the world never ended. Would you still have met this quiet and kind man? Would you have gotten a chance to woo him when you still had a voice? Would he even have been the same person, and would you have been any different? They are questions that all faded away the second Daryl looked up and caught your eye. His face reddened just like your own.

"Dinner is almost ready if ya want some." He nods to the pot on the stovetop. You smile and tuck some hair behind your ear before moving toward the cabinets to grab a couple of bowls. You effortlessly pull the dishes out and feel eyes on you as you do so. When you finally look over to Daryl his own eyes quickly end up back on the pot of stew as he silently dishes them out and gives one to you. You sign a quick thank you before sitting and waiting for Daryl. "Sorry Rick and the others stuck me on yer team. I feel like I ain't all that useful to ya." He sits next to you and starts digging in as if he hadn't eaten all day.

No, you are actually one of the most useful people on the team. Thanks for fixing so much stuff for us lately. Things fall into a comfortable silence as you both eat.

It isn't until you both finish and start to take care of the dishes that Daryl speaks back up. "I uh...can I ask how you lost yer voice?" It’s a quiet question and you almost missed it. You carefully set the bowls in the sink as shame fills your guts and you turn to Daryl. You can’t bring yourself to look at him as you slowly bring your hands up. You hesitate before Daryl speaks again seeing your conflict written on your face. "Ya ain't gotta tell me. I get it if it's too much."

No, I want to tell you. You hesitate again, hands seemingly frozen before taking a deep breath. Daryl lets you take your time as he patiently leans against the counter. When my son passed I didn't take it well. I tried to hang myself. I must have tied the rope wrong because all it did was damage my vocal cords and leave a nasty bruise. They said I'd likely never talk again so I learned to sign. It’s the first time you've actually told anyone this story. It has you on the brink of tears and you don't want more of another reminder of your shortcomings. You turn back to the dishes and push the emotion back down allowing that numbness to settle back in. You feel Daryl brush slightly against you as he pulls a towel and starts drying the dishes as you wash silently. A welcome comfort that not many have ever offered you even before the world ended.

"When I was real young. My dad wasn't too nice a person. He never really changed and my old ma wasn't much better. Mom never laid a hand on us but she sure as hell didn't stop that old bastard from doin' it." You weren't expecting him to confide in you so suddenly and unprompted. It is kind of him to share such intimate information with you about his past after you'd done the same. You watch as he dries the last dish and puts it away. "But anyway, when I was 17 I stole his bike and tried to flip it on the highway. Somehow I made it out with hardly a scratch on me. Wasn't till I got home that I got the nastiest scars I'd ever get."

You can see the tears in his own eyes as he turns back to you. It’s an instant reaction to just wrap your arms around his midsection and hold him as tight as he is willing to let you for as long as he will let you. It takes a moment for him to wrap his arms back around you just as tight and unwilling to let go. It takes a long time for either of you to break apart the electric and comforting embrace. We should go to bed. He only nods to you and goes about turning off the lights and heading to his room and you to yours.

Your nightly routine consists of getting in your comfiest pajamas that you're able to find, brushing your hair and teeth, and finally climbing in your cold lonely bed. You've found yourself crying again for another two hours as quietly as you can muster. Tossing and turning in bed as you try your best to make it stop. You don't even notice the figure approaching your bed until a calloused hand gently grabs your arm. It has you shooting up with a blade in hand before you realize it’s just Daryl. Christ Daryl, you scared the shit out of me.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to." He speaks softly and you slowly lay back down setting your blade back under your pillow. You watch as Daryl sits next to you on the bed. He looks as if he wants to ask you a thousand different things but you don't want to talk. Without much other thought, you lift the blanket and give enough room for him to lay next to you. He hesitates before sliding in and laying on his back next to you. After a few moments, you're able to stop crying and wipe the tears away. Sliding back over and hooking an arm around Daryl had him sliding his under your head and pulling you to his chest. It doesn't take much longer for the both of you to drift off into the first deep sleep you've each had in a long time. 

~~~

By the time morning comes around you and Daryl had wrapped around each other in such a way that reminds you of an old married couple that never lost the love for each other. It’s soothing as you listen to Daryl's heart beating in his chest and feel the soft rise and fall of his breathing. You feel the need to pull him closer in for warmth from the chill in the room’s morning air. As you do so your entire front presses against his. Your eyes snap open from the sleepy haze as you first notice that Daryl stopped breathing and his heart is hammering in his chest. That’s when you notice the hard bulge that’s now pressed against your thigh that you have thrown over his lap. In quick thinking, you decide to pretend like you hadn't noticed. You look up to him with sleepy confusion on your face and pull your arms up to lazily sign. You okay Daryl?  It’s hard to hide the blush that makes its way to your cheeks though. Your own heart is pounding away in your chest as you hope he at least catches on that you don’t mind his morning state. 

Daryl hesitates before relaxing slightly and nodding. He places a hand gently on yours before starting to get up. "I should go get started on breakfast so we can get started on the day." You sigh at the loss of warmth but decide to get up and ready to follow after him and get started on work.

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A Coal-Miner's Daughter (My Mom)

Written between 2010 and 2013, edited in 2024.

My Mom was one amazing woman.  She was born in Virginia during the Great Depression, and was the last of eight children to an at home mother and a coal miner.  Yep, Mom was a coal miner’s daughter from the heart of the Deep South.  Sounds like the beginning of a country song.

She told me quite a number of stories about those days – ringing the necks of chickens for dinner, slaughtering hogs, and doing odd jobs to earn an extra penny here and there.  She worked hard to get out of those hills.  She did well in school and eventually enrolled at Furman University in South Carolina, her ticket out.

My Mom is no longer with us, having passed June 15, 2005.

There are myriad things I admire about Mom.  She was loving, caring, fun, and intelligent, but what I think I admire the most were her strength and willfulness.  She was not a deeply personal individual.  She did not open up about a lot of things and tended not to share personal thoughts.  I guess I got those same traits from her.  What she lacked in openness she made up for with raw will.

When I was a teenager, Mom was in an auto accident that shattered her left forearm.  Mom was a lefty.  It took surgery to get her arm back together – a large pin through the core of the ulna and a large plate and seven screws in the radius.  After two years in a cast the bone and bone fragments had still refused to knit.  She went to Duke University for an experimental procedure.  A battery pack and electronic unit was placed in the cast, with electrodes attached to parts of the bones, sending a small continual current through the arm.  It was so experimental, she was written up in a medical journal.  About six months later the bones finally began to knit, and another six months and she was finally out of the cast.  Years later, you would have never known except for the surgical scars.

At the time, Mom was the Administrative Services Manager for IBM.  She had pushed the envelope and bumped up against the glass ceiling that existed for women in the 1970’s.  During those years in a cast, Mom continued working, as well as taking care of me and my sister, the house, and all the things the rest of us do.  She could have said, “Hey, my arm’s been in a cast for more than two years.  I’m not doing that.” Anyone would understand.  But she didn’t do that.

When I was in my early thirties, Mom was going to give a speech at some big IBM function.  When she got to the podium, things went fuzzy and she passed out.  The doctors messed up on this all around.  They first thought it was some sort of epileptic seizure.  Then they thought it was a heart attack.  Finally, after several days in ICU being treated for the wrong things, they realized it was a bone spur on her spine near her neck.  The spur had caused pressure on the spinal column.  It was decided to surgically remove the spur.

When she woke from the surgery, her left leg wouldn’t work.  It wasn’t paralyzed, but she couldn’t control it, a condition called ‘Drop Foot.’  They told her she would never walk without a brace or crutch.  Never, ever tell my Mom what she cannot do.  She said, “Oh yeah.  Just watch me.”

A walker became crutches, which became a cane, which became no assistance at all.  It took several years but she literally willed and worked herself into normal walking when doctors had said she never would.

When she and Dad retired, they began traveling the country in an RV.  They started out small at first – a small Winnebago camper, and taking trips that lasted only a few weeks.  With each sojourn, they would mark their map, learn new tricks, maybe upgrade to a larger RV for the next go ‘round.  Eventually they spent more time on the road than at home base.  Dad took up rollerblading, in his 70’s.  Mom was having breathing difficulty, being asthmatic, but took up riding an adult sized tricycle so she could keep up with Dad, keeping an oxygen tank in the trike’s basket.

It was never wise to tell Mom what she couldn’t accomplish.  She could accomplish anything.  She clawed her way out of depression-era coal mining Virginia to the top of regional IBM.  She overcame injury after injury and illness after illness.  She was one hell of a coal miner’s daughter.

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[senstless]

Splinterlands Highlights - Featuring AVES STURIGS dominating a low mana match

Featuring Bronze League Summoner and Monsters in Action!

I was pretty excited when I pulled this from rewards the other week. Getting a new legendary card is always fun and figuring out how to use it in the best use cases and I'll be very rewarding. I think I finally found my preferred use for this card although I'm sure there's more. I can think of a few where adding some high mana non-attacking cards from the untamed set could also be very beneficial but for today we're going to highlight low man a match.

Weekly Highlight -AVES STURGIS

Edition: SOULBOUND REWARD Rarity: LEGENDARY Element: LIFE Attack: MAGIC Abilities: WEAPONS TRAINING Abilities" Health: 3 Speed: 2 Attack: 2 Armor: 1 Reasons Why I like it

Weapons training is relatively new, but it is one of my favorite abilities. Having the ability to give one half of the cards base attack to the neighboring otherwise non attacking cards can be one of the most powerful abilities there is. A couple of the use cases I have found is weapons training a Gladius card that has bloodlust that otherwise can't attack, adding an attack to low One Man cards and giving them a two arrow attack, or in this case giving cards that usually don't have an attack or they already have another ability like repair a one magic attack in a low manner match

The Matchup - Where Rules Sets, Splinters and Mana Collide

The Rule Sets

Watch the Match Here

MANA: 12

Ruleset: Standard: No modification to the standard gameplay rules and mechanics.

SPLINTERS: Life, Dragon

Initial Rule Set and Mana Gameplay Thoughts

** Rulesets Luckily it's a standard rule set match so there's no special considerations to factor when picking your line up. This is useful since it's only 12 mana and two splinters to choose from. Adding an additional rule set would make it even harder.

Mana I will be the first to admit that long mana matches are my Achilles heel. I typically have very poor lineups and I don't do a good job of balancing or focusing on attack. I either focus too much on a singular card hoping it can do everything, or at best I end up being unbalanced and run over very quickly. ** Splinters

Having only the two splinters made it pretty easy in my mind. I wanted to go with life and I want to add the extra health given the low mana I figured an extra health might go a long way for some of the cards I'm going to pick.

Summoner MOTHER KALA Like I mentioned before I clearly wanted to plus one health as well as only wanting to spend three mana on a summoner versus for, I feel like spending that extra man I can be the difference in this game.

First Position SOUL FIEND Traditionally I wouldn't put it first but given the rest of my lineup it clearly had to go first and get taken out right away

Second Position PELACOR CONJURER Normally a very solid choice for first position, only costs two mana has a high speed of four with flying and it might generate some misses. But now if I get to add one magic attack to it it becomes much more powerful as it lasts a couple of rounds before getting taken out.

Third Position AVES STRUGIS

Had to put it in second position so I can surround it with other one mana non-attacking cards. I would have liked to hide it a little bit but it does have for health after the boost from the summoner so it will have to do.

Fourth Position CHAOS AGENT I put it at the back in case they chose to play so melee cards. The off I'd hope that the Dodge can come through for me and the additional magic attack should help out quite a bit. It now means I'm delivering four magic damage every round.

Opponent Lineup & Match Play

Summoner QUIX THE DEVIOUS The reduction of speed will be detrimental to my team and make it easier for me to be hit, but luckily the minus one arrows doesn't do anything for me. It does give them access to dragons which is why they probably picked it

DJINN CHWALA My old go to every single time low man of match card. It's just such a well-balanced card dealing three damage on melee, two on Thorn for a melee attacking cards, and has some hefty armor and health to boot

SOUL FIEND Clearly just put it back to take up some attacks or maybe pull through if it moves to the front line

Round 1

Before the match starts I'm actually feeling pretty good for once. I feel like I have picked the perfect counter to traditional powerhouse lineup. While I'm going to lose some cards, dealing for magic each round is going to be their Achilles heel.

Round one is mostly uneventful. I lose sulfiend as expected, but the good news is I took away for health from Djinn Chwala

Round 2

Round two is really looking in my favor. While Pelacour conjurer did take three damage from Chwala, the four magic damage I dealt was far more significant. This is the power of weapons training as I turned one monster dealing to damage into three monsters dealing for healthy drowned.

Round 3

Wow my speed is reduced, I still attack first and I knock out Djinn Chwala, quickly followed by soul fiend. This was a fairly quick victory only lasting three rounds but I guess that is to be expected with a 12-minute match

Thoughts

This is going to be my new low mana lineup. I think it gives a excellent blend of health, attack, and defense against a variety of teams. I'm sure that there are teams that can beat this but it feels like a pretty solid choice in most scenarios.

~~@senstless

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[nicolekarkut]

Evaluation of Final Major Project

This has definitely been a journey of ambitious ideas and persevering. I began the project with such a rough idea of the direction I wanted to take, that I sat down and made a mind map for hours, trying to think of every possible outcome I could make out of it. I was slightly worried that I wasn’t going to have a clear path because I wanted to do too many things at once. Nevertheless, I enjoyed every step of the way. Even looking back to the start of the course, my work presentation, creative development and overall quality has improved, and I feel it carried on throughout the FMP. The version of me who started the course having never used any creative industry software before would have not believed how far she would come in just a year. In skill set and in creative mindset. I definitely have a lot to be proud of, despite the obstacles along the way.

At first, the research was tedious and I didn’t think that so much was necessary for a 10 week project, but little did I know just how beneficial it was. Not only did I come across points of inspiration for my own work, but I learnt very valuable things whilst I was at it. I think that I have been good at referring back to my research throughout the project and not completely forget about it. I was surprised to find how well things linked to one another and its all thanks to semiotics. The more I dissected others’ work to try and decipher it, the more aware I became about different artistic decisions, and the more I started to question and evaluate my own work.

Something I was excited yet worried about at the start was that I threw myself into a challenge for this FMP. Not only did I decide that I was going to depict intangible emotion visually and creatively, but also the fact that I was going to film something. And it was to be filmed at night. Having never created a video consisting of a few minutes before, I am genuinely impressed with myself. Nothing I’ve done through the FMP had stressed me as much as the video, but I think for the budget and time that I had, it does the job. I had two rounds of shooting this film. The first time round, I will admit that it was slightly unprepared because I scribbled down a rough storyboard and saw it make sense in my head. However whilst I was piecing it together in class I noticed something was off, because some parts just didn’t make sense to a pair of naked eyes. I had the privilege of asking for assistance from a technician on campus, who talked through the whole video with me, and although we came to an agreement, I was distraught. I had just over two weeks left of the project and I hated the thought of having to go through another round of a long night to film clips to fill in the gaps I had in the video. Luckily for me, my actress was understanding. Better yet, I was more prepared than before because I had improved my storyboard, which shortened filming time too because I knew exactly what I wanted to get out of the session. That was a lesson learnt. Continuing through to editing, I didn’t feel the need to ask for help for the rest of it. I was able to find YouTube videos which taught me a few impressive things that improved my video by a lot, and within a week of using PremierePro I felt like a Pro. Yet there was no moment during this experience where I wasn’t learning something new. Looking back at my rationale, I did look to explore “both familiar and new art disciples”, which I definitely did. I did in fact take styling and pre-production to a new level for my FMP, as well as diving right into something new. My goal was for “people to see human connection from a different perspective. This would hopefully result in a greater appreciation for close contact with one another.” I can confidently say that my video is worthy of achieving that. I have not yet shown it to a lot of people, but those who have seen it say that it’s emotionally moving, which is a “job done” to me! It was important to me to produce something that would connect with a viewer, and that’s why I thought that a moving image would do that best.

Of course there are areas to be some day perfected, for example a sharper camera quality for the night time (although the slight grain added a ‘homemade’ style effect), more stable recording using equipment instead (although the human movements made it feel immersive), more sources of coloured light and cleaner, more professional editing from me. Another thing I had not noticed before was that there is random speech embedded in my audio track- which is very frustrating to me and unprofessional. However these are only small details, which are there to be learnt from! I really would like to film some more things in this style in the future. Similarly to the publication that I printed out, which could have had a spine, but because it is a first time experience, I know that nothing is going to look immaculate from the beginning. Overall, I really feel that I have evolved creatively and in my self confidence as well because I know that in the end I have produced something that has had a lot of thought and hours put into it. I can only be excited for what’s to come.

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[wlw-imagines]

Labor - Tobin Heath/You

inspired by requested: “Could you s Tobin x Pregnant reader when the reader is in labor, but Tobin is at a game. ( Can you do a moment where the uswnt players meet the baby)” - anon

a/n: have you all SEEN how soft tobin looks recently bcos i appreciate it greatly :( also let us forget i said this would be posted like 3 weeks ago lmao work got the best of me - also sorry i have not edited this it could be bad but i'll proofread tomorrow

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Tobin sighed and looked up at you from where she was lying by your side, “I don’t want to go, I want to stay with you.” She rolled over so that she was lying on her front, her arm resting on your stomach.

You interlaced your fingers with hers and rested them on your pregnant belly, “You’ll only be gone for the weekend.” You smiled, trying to persuade her that you'd be okay - even though you wanted her to stay just as much as she wanted to.

“I know.” She nodded, a light pout still on her lips.

You cupped her face with your hands, bringing her in for a light kiss, “It’ll race by.” You said and smiled, pressing another kiss to her forehead. She sighed and nodded again.

“But what if something happens?”

You shook your head, “Nothing will happen, I’m not due for another 2 weeks.” She hesitantly nodded and moved to sit up, squeezing your hand, “Plus, I’m safe here with your family, it’ll be fine.”

Tobin looked over at her packed suitcase in the corner of your room, “If you told me to stay, I would.” She sent you a small cheeky smile and you sat next to her, smiling back but then wincing slightly as your baby sent a hard kick to your stomach. “Our baby’s going to be born a soccer star, huh?”

You elbowed her lightly and laughed, “Shut up, that kick took me by surprise,” You paused, bracing yourself for another kick that, thankfully, didn’t come, “You know I always want you to stay-” Tobin put her hand up and nodded.

“I’m calling in sick right now.” She jokingly reached for her phone and faked a cough, before kicking back, so she was lying down on the bed again.

You shook your head and pulled her back up to a sitting position, “But I also know how much you love what you do.” You put your hand on her arm as she put her phone back in her pocket, “I’ll see you soon.” To which she nodded and stood up.

“I love you,” She mumbled, leaning down to press a final goodbye kiss to your lips, “Stay here and rest, I’ll call you from the airport?”

“Sounds good, I love you.”

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After the few days of being apart, both Tobin and Y/N had managed to keep in almost constant contact - whether it was phone calls, texting or facetiming. And now that her game had just finished, Tobin wanted to get off the pitch and back to you as soon as possible.

The team had just finished with all post-match interviews and were huddled beneath the roof and watching the storm take over the pitch they’d just been playing on, talking before heading back to the hotel.

Tobin placed her hand on Christen’s shoulder, “Listen, I’m gonna go call Y/N.”

“Okay, send her our love.” Christen nodded and watched as she separated herself from the group, already bringing up your number on her phone before she walked round the corner and the group lost sight of her, “They’re going to be such great mothers.”

Ash nodded, “Right?” and she stepped behind Ali, putting her arms around her shoulders, “I want more kids.”

“You’ve always wanted a whole soccer team of kids.” Ali laughed.

“Maybe I should just steal Y/N and Tobin’s.”

Ali turned in Ash’s arms and laughed, “You are not kidnapping our friend’s kid, babe.”

“Okay, fine. I’ll just be a live-in nanny.”

“Can I join you? That kid is gonna be a heartbreaker, boy or girl, and I gotta teach them all my tricks,” Pinoe joined in, “Although, obviously they’re going to have a boy.”

“You’re still insisting she’s going to be a boy?” Sonnett shouted out from behind the group, having overheard them speaking about the hot topic of Tobin and Y/N’s baby and having to put her two cents in.

“Hey, just because none of you believe me. It just means you’ll all be paying out when I win the bet.” Pinoe shrugged and smirked.

“Before we have another heated debate about whether it’s going to be a boy or girl, I’m going to go check in with my dad before I head to Portland with Tobin.” Christen laughed, about to leave the group to their arguments before one of the team’s staff interrupted her.

“Chris, glad I caught you, have any of you guys seen Tobin?” Erica asked, a phone in her hand and a worried expression on her face.

Ali nodded, “Yeah, she literally just went off to call Y/N,” She fully took into consideration Erica’s stressful posture and straightened, quirking her head to the side, “Why?”

“She’s in labor.” Erica blurted out, slight panic in her eyes.

“What, who?”

Ali lightly smacked the back of Ash's head and rolled her eyes, “Y/N, you idiot.”

“When?” Christen asked, laser focused on Erica.

“I got the call just after the second half started and I didn’t want to cause a scene and then I got all caught up and- we just need to get her back as soon as possible.”

Alex frowned and chewed lightly on her bottom lip, “Mom just said they might start cancelling flights out if the weather gets much worse.” As Alex finished speaking, Tobin strolled up to the group, eyes still glued to her phone screen as she frowned at it and gave it a shake.

“Hey, my phone literally just died before Y/N picked up, can I borrow someone’s?” She paused for a beat before taking in everyone's expressions and raised an eyebrow, “What?”

“Y/N’s gone into labor.” Ash rushed out before looking guiltily at Ali as alarm spread through Tobin's expression.

“What?”

Chris put a reassuring hand on Tobin's arm, “I can call to see when the next flight is leav-”

Tobin shook her head, shock still evident on her features as she stared at Christen and shook her head, “Is she okay? When did she call? Is someone there with he-”

“Tobin, chill. We’ll get you back to her.”

“Okay but I just need to speak to her.”

Erica cleared her throat, “She was fine when we spoke, your parents and Perry are there. She called just under an hour ago.”

“Thanks Erica.” Alex smiled and Erica nodded, leaving the group to sort things out as she walked back inside.

“An hour ago?! I knew I should have stayed with her.”

“It’ll only take half an hour to get you to the airport, you’ll be with her soon.”

“Yeah, so, bad news. They’ve cancelled the next flights out. The soonest one we could get is the flight we’re meant to be getting tomorrow morning and that’s only if the weather calms down overnight.” Alex said, looking up from her phone with a concerned look toward Tobin.

“I’m meant to be there for her.” There was a brief moment of silence as everyone looked at the defeated player in front of them. Each and every one of them wishing they could do something - anything - to help.

Chris frowned and rubbed Tobin's shoulder and Ash chewed on her bottom lip before raising an eyebrow and clearing her throat, “Why don’t we drive?”

“No, we couldn't, right? That’ll take forever.” Kelley shook her head, looking around the circle.

Christen shrugged and frowned before saying, “We’ll be there quicker than if we waited for the flight tomorrow.”

Emily nodded, holding up her phone, “I googled it, it would take like 8 hours.”

“Well then, let’s drive.” Christen smiled, squeezing Tobin's arm and picking up her bag from the floor.

Tobin let out a deep sigh and shook her head, “Chris-”

“We can take it in turns.” Pinoe joined in, bag already hanging on her shoulder as she walked past Tobin. The others joined the group fairly quickly, their coach travel bags in hand.

Tobin followed after them and shook her head again, “I don’t know.”

“We’re not going to let you miss being there for the birth and to meet your kid for the first time,” Ash put her arm over Tobin's shoulders and grinned, "And when was the last time we got to have a road trip together?"

Tobin's eyes showed a mix of emotions. She so badly wanted to be there with you already and was kicking herself for even leaving your side. The emotions that came with that train of thought plagued her and made any other decision way harder than it needed to be. Eventually she fought through the fog of emotions and gritted her teeth, nodding, “Okay, let’s go.”

"It was the promise of the road trip with me that convinced you, wasn't it?" Ash grinned, slapping her on the back.

"Hmm, more so the idea of being with my wife when she gives birth but yeah, sure Ash, it was getting to go on a road trip with you." Tobin smiled, running to catch up with Pinoe who was on a roll of organising the trip.

“I’ll message the girls to see who wants to go on a road trip.” Pinoe sang the last two words as she texted away on her phone.

Chris appeared at Tobin's shoulder with a phone, “Y/N’s calling-”

“Y/N?” Tobin asked, whipping round faster than she knew she had the energy for. She couldn't get any more words out so instead made grabby hands for the phone and pressed it to her ear.

“Hey Toby, you won!” Y/N's sweet voice floated through. Tobin had no real idea of what she had said, she was just relieved to hear her voice and to know she was, at the very least, alright.

“You’re in labor!?” Tobin managed to squeak out after a few seconds.

“Hey Tobin!” Tobin's mom's voice joined Y/N's.

Y/N continued, knowing Tobin was stressed without being anywhere near her, “Everything’s okay, we’re still at home, we’re waiting until contractions get quicker. They’ve literally only just started-” There was a beat of quiet as Y/N's voice stopped and Tobin's heart plummeted. Seconds later, Y/N was back and talking and Tobin let herself relax - only slightly though. “I called Doctor Simmons, and she said that I should call her in a bit to see how things are going along bu- Ow!”

“Y/N?”

“It’s okay. It was a contraction. They’re fine at the moment, I’m just not used to them.” Y/N let out a breathy laugh and Tobin had never felt more useless and knew she was close to tears. She stopped walking just as they were about to get on the coach.

“I want to be there with you.” She whispered into the phone, managing to swallow back the lump in her throat and do her best to blink away the tears - if they started they may not stop.

Y/N softened her voice, “You can be soon, right? Are there any flights that-”

Tobin sniffled slightly, “They’re cancelled, a storm-”

A hand pressed lightly on the Tobin's back and a hand took the phone out of Tobin's. Christen put the call onto loudspeaker and smiled at Tobin, “But we’re gonna drive up to you.”

“Hi Chris.” Y/N called out.

“We’ll be there as soon as we can.” Christen was saying it to Y/N, but really meant it for Tobin as she looked into her eyes and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. Tobin took a deep breath and nodded silently.

“Okay, I’ll see you soon. Please be safe.”

Tobin nodded before realising she needed to speak and stepped towards the phone, and towards your voice, “Of course, you too.”

“Oh, we’ll be fine, Tob.” Tobin could hear your smile and her heart swelled. She was going to get to see you again so soon and everything would be fine. She took the phone back from Chris and pressed it to her ear, taking it off loudspeaker as she got onto the coach.

“I’ll call you as often as we can, I need to pack my stuff at the hotel, and then we’ll start driving, I’ll call you then?” Tobin asked.

“Okay, I love you.”

Tobin sat down in her seat and put her head back on the headrest, “I love you too."

“I’ll let you go pack.”

“Okay, I love you!” Tobin shouted one last time just before you could hang up and turned to Chris, grinning.

Chris smiled back, “Let’s do this.”

Tobin's shoulders relaxed slightly and she nodded, “Yeah. Okay, let's do it.”

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It had been hours upon hours of waiting. It felt like eternity. No one you had ever spoken to about birth had actually told you about the hours of waiting. It wasn't even too bad all of the time but you were inpatient - and also sometimes it hurt.

After ages of sitting and timing your contractions, they finally got to the point where you could be taken to hospital. Where you then spent even longer waiting.

Although, despite waiting so long, Tobin still wasn't anywhere to be seen and now it was too late - there wasn't any more waiting to be done.

"Y/N, you're going into labor." Your midwife came to your side and took a look at your vitals before fiddling with one of the wires by your side.

"What? No."

"I know you're waiting for your wife, Y/N, but your baby is ready and there is nothing we can do." A few more nurses in scrubs came in and out of your room and you shook your head, feeling overwhelmed for the first time throughout the whole process.

Perry walked through the doors and you tried to sit up slightly, despite the discomfort.

“Is Tobin here yet?” You asked, desperately, crossing your fingers on the off chance that it would magically help and conjure your wife.

“No, I'm sorry, but she’s on her way. She’ll be here soon.”

Your breathing picked up slightly and you looked up to your midwife, “I want to wait for her.” You tried to blink back tears, “I don’t want to do it without her here.”

The midwife pressed her lips together and shot a look to the other midwife who shook her head, “You’re nearing 8 cm dilated, as I say if she takes much longer we may not be able to wait.”

Tobin's mom appeared at your side and brushed your hair back and away from your face, guiding you back so you were laying up on the pillows, “It’s okay, Y/N, it’ll be okay.”

What felt like another contraction ripped through your body and you squeezed your eyes shut to prepare for the pain, which only increased the more time passed.

“Okay, Y/N? You’re going to have to start pushing for me.” You heard the faint words from one of the midwives in the room and you gasped slightly, shaking your head.

“No, wait-”

Another midwife was beside you, “Y/N, just take a deep breath.”

You shook your head again, “I just-,”

“Focus, okay?”

You glance at the door and whimpered with pain, nodding, “Yeah, okay.”

“Good. Okay, push.”

“You’re doing so well.” Cindy smiled at you, squeezing your hand - although nowhere near as hard as you were probably squeezing her hand. The pain felt like it was doubling and trebling and when you thought it couldn't get worse, it would double again. You pressed your eyes shut as hard as you could.

The midwife next to you nodded, “Okay, deep breath and-”

You did your best to open them as the pain subsided slightly and the midwife gave you the next direction. As you opened them the door opened. The midwife was about to shout at the intruder but before they could you gasped, “Tobin?”

She rushed to your side and immediately took hold of your hand, “Hi.”

You let out a slight sob as you breathed out, “Hi.” A sense of safety and relief coursed through your body and it seemed to pause the pain... until it came crashing back and caused you to squeeze both Tobin and Cindy's hands as hard as you could.

“Okay, Y/N? I need you to stay focused with me, ready?” You grunted out a confirmation and nodded as you gritted your teeth at the pain and continued to do as the midwives said. It felt like a blur and as though you could hardly hear what they said and yet your body knew what to do. It was all just easier with Tobin here. “Good, I can see the head. One more push for me Y/N, you’re almost there.” You let out a cry of pain at the final push before letting your head fall back against your pillow, “There we go!”

You panted and tried to lift your head, “We’re done? The baby-” You asked.

Tobin appeared in front of you and held your face between her hands, pressing soft kisses all over your face, “You did it.” She whispered, grinning.

You lifted your left hand and put it over hers, “You made it.” She nodded and licked her lips.

“Just in time, I’m so sorry.”

“No, no, don’t be.” You allowed yourself to get lost in her eyes for a moment, soaking in the emotions of security and pure love.

One of the midwives spoke up and the two of you parted to look at her, “We’re just going to check your newborn over and-”

“Is everything okay?” Tobin stood up straight, her hand finding yours instinctively and the midwife smiled, nodding.

“Of course, just a routine check,” She instantly reassured you, before lifting up a tiny little thing in her arms, “You want to meet him first?”

“Him?” You asked.

Tobin squeezed your hand, hard, and whispered, “Yes. Please.”

“Are you ready?” She gently lowered your little baby into your arms and for a second the whole world just stopped and it was just you, your son and your wife, together. “You’ve got a beautiful little boy here.” She beamed, helping you get comfortable, “He’s healthy and- and loud.” She laughed as he let out a loud cry.

Tobin let out a laugh too, putting her finger to his little outstretched hand, and he immediately closed his fingers around hers, “He’s got a pair of lungs on him, huh?”

“Hey baby, hi.” You laughed, waving at him. He immediately stopped crying and looked up at the two of you with soft brown eyes, “Tobin-” Your breath caught in your throat and so you just stopped and looked at him in awe.

“He’s amazing. You’re amazing.” She laughed and pressed a kiss to your forehead and then very gently leant down to kiss his little head, “Look at us, our little Cody.”

“Cody Asher Heath.” You nodded, you'd already decided on a boy's name, as well as a girl's name, just in case. Luckily, this name suited him perfectly.

The midwife leant down to pick Cody up, “Amazing, we’ll just get the cord clamped and cut and then I’ll just be a moment.” She took him away and you sighed, watching her every move with him.

“I told you I knew it was going to be a boy.” Tobin whispered from beside you.

You smiled and raised an eyebrow, “Mother’s intuition?”

She hummed and nodded, “Something like that.” She looked around the room as you watched them wrap Cody up in a new green blanket. Her mom had left pretty quick to pass the good news on of the healthy birth and let the two of you meet your son alone, “Do you want to rest before we see everyone?”

“No, no, I’m not tired, I’m fine,” You shook your head and shifted your body to prove you were fine (and although it hurt you did your best not to wince - Tobin still noticed), but your gaze was still on your son, “I want Cody back.”

“I know, me too.” She laughed, finding your hand and linking her fingers with yours. Whilst she let you worry about Cody, her attention was on you, “And you’re sure? It’s been a long day for you.”

You nodded, firmly, “I’m sure.”

“Hey, look, we’re back.” The midwife returned with a wrapped up bundle.

“Hi baby.” Tobin peered over the blanket and Cody blinked up at her.

“Look, Tobin.” You smiled, "Here, you take him."

“If you’d like to sit down here, Tobin then I can pass you Cody for a little cuddle." The midwife gave Tobin a chair.

"Really?" Tobin looked to you, her eyes full of emotion. You nodded and she sat down, holding out her arms. As soon as Cody was in her arms you knew tears were inevitable. It was the way they looked at each other that made you go all soft. Tobin was completely transfixed, “I can’t believe this. Look at his tiny little hands.” She laughed, letting Cody take a hold of her finger again.

“Is your family still here?” You whispered, resting your hand on her knee.

She looked up to you and nodded before immediately looking back down at her son, “Yes, yeah, my family are just out with the girls waiting.”

“So can we take him to meet everyone?”

“Of course, whenever we're ready. There’s no rush.” 

“Our little Cody. The perfect little bundle.”

Tobin hummed and brushed the green blanket to the side, kissing his nose and cheeks before looking up at you and laughing, “He looks just like you, he’s beautiful.” Cody gurgled slightly and waved his hand out of the blanket, “Hello baby, hi.” You just lay in silence, watching your little family, heart pounding with love now.

The midwife stood at your side and smiled, “Okay, Y/N, we’re just going into the last stages now. Not much longer and we can welcome your family into the room.”

You nodded, “Thank you.” and returned your gaze to Tobin and Cody.

As nurses worked around you, you hardly noticed the later stages or what they were doing. Only paying enough attention to do what you were told when you were told. For the most part, your eyes were glued to Tobin and the little human she was holding in her arms as she swayed gently to and fro, dancing around the room and humming to your new baby son.

Eventually you were sat up in bed, pain medication in your system, and feeling a lot better. Tobin had placed Cody in your arms again as she popped her head out into the corridor and you immediately heard a little wave of squealing before someone shushed them all.

Tobin cleared her throat, “Guys?”

“No freaking way.” Someone muttered, followed by a suppressed squeal.

"Do you want to come in and meet our son?" You could see her grin as she moved the door open wide. The pride of being able to call Cody your son radiated off her and she turned and beamed at you as the teammates that had joined for the road trip gathered behind her.

"It's a boy?" Ash asked.

"Oh, no way." Sonny grumbled, pouting her lips and folding her arms over her chest and she rounded the corner.

Pinoe came next and looked at everyone with a grin, "You hear that everyone? Guess Aunty Megan is just the best Aunt in the world and now the richest because you all owe me."

"Guys, quiet." Chris had entered first and was doing her best to keep everyone relatively contained. It had been a long journey and then a long time spent in the waiting room, in their defence.

She came over to your side and smiled at your first, "Y/N! Hi."

"Hey Chris." You suppressed a yawn and sleepily smiled back.

"You're a mom!" She cheered and put her hand over yours, looking down at Cody in your arms.

You let out a chuckle, hardly believing it yourself, but you nodded all the same, "I am!"

"You have a son?"

"We do." You looked back down at Cody too and felt a tingle through you body at the sweet sight of him curled up in his new blanket.

She leant down gently and whispered, "Hi baby Tobin."

"His name is Cody."

Chris' eyes lit up and she nodded. "Cody? Can I?" She sat on the chair next to you and you nodded.

"Of course." You said. Tobin, who was watching from just next to you, got up and lifted Cody so gently to Christen.

"He's beautiful." Christen mumbled, cradling him in her arms protectively.

Kelley nodded, "He is! He's going to be such a great soccer player." She grinned at Tobin who smiled back.

Megan hummed from the corner and shrugged, "I actually have a feeling he's going to be into basketball, y'know?"

Sonny perked up and raised an eyebrow, "Want to bet?"

"That went so well for you last time." Megan smirked but still made a bet all the same. Although this time it was going to take a bit longer than 9 months to get the outcome for it. Neither of them would forget about it though.

Ali rolled her eyes at them and shook her head, taking a step closer to Cody and kneeling down next to Chris, "Whatever he does, he is going to be the best because he'll have a whole team of aunties on his side, huh little one?"

There was a moment of silence as everyone glanced loving at him before Kelley cleared her throat and turned her phone screen to you, "Is it too early to admit I've bought him a skateboard?"

You frowned, "What?"

"Like literally just now, it's being delivered in 2-3 days." She smiled, and showed you a picture of the order confirmation.

You blinked a few times and looked between her and her phone, "He... can't stand?" You said, although it came out as more of a question. Maybe you were too tired to make sense of this right now.

Kelley shrugged, "That's fine, I'll just hold him and I'll go on the skateboard so he can just get use to the feel of-"

Your eyes snapped open and you grabbed your wife's hand, "Tobin, tell your teammates they are not allowed to hold our son when they are on fast moving objects."

"Kelley, Y/N says-"

Kelley put her hands up and nodded, "Yeah, no, I heard. It's fine, I'll just give it a few weeks," You frowned at her and shook your head, "Months?" She looked to Tobin who was scratching her head. Tobin glanced at you before also shaking her head, "Years?" You kept shaking your head and made a mental note to never let Cody go off with Kelley on his own. "You're killing me, come on!"

Ash peered over her wife's shoulder and smiled, "Guys, can I hold him?" Ali quickly shook her head.

"Do not let her hold him, I guarantee she will try to steal him."

"I won't! He's just so cute. Wait until Sloane and Cody start having playdates together - it'll be the cutest thing to hit this planet." Ash sighed and squeezed Ali's shoulders before placing a quick kiss on her cheek.

Ali sighed and stood up, "We should go and let you guys have some down time. And by down time I mean you will never sleep normally again until he's gone off to college."

"So negative." Sonny grumbled.

"I'm sorry, it was a joke - kind of?" Ali tried to take it back but Ash just took her hand.

"Yeah, we don't sleep a lot... But well done guys. I'm proud of you and so excited. Please call us if you ever need anything."

Megan looked up from pulling her coat on and nodded, "Yeah, same with me or Sue. She can always help him with basketball practice if no one else can."

You smiled and nodded, "Thanks Megan, will do."

"I'll bring the skateboard over for you guys as soon as it arrives, okay? He's gonna be a natural. Ooh! Thinking of ordering a surfboard right now, okay? Like a cute little surfboard for little babies." Kelley brought out her phone again and squealed, "Look at these, they are so cute! Okay, right, I want a baby."

You tried to interrupt her shopping spree, "We really don't need a surfboard, Kelley-"

She shrugged you off and held out her phone to you again, "It's bought! It'll take like three weeks shipping so Cody will have to wait but I think it'll be worth it!"

Sonny frowned and took her phone out, "Wait, you bought a skateboard and a surfboard? What irresponsible purchase does that leave for me to make?" She frowned and chewed on her lip, giving it her all to think of something else.

Kelley shrugged and linked arms with her, "Come on, Sonny, you can think it over on the way home."

Emily nodded and started to walk away with Kelley, thinking aloud, "Okay, okay, I'm thinking something to do with... fire! That's fun, right?"

"What? No. Where did that come from?" Kelley looked at Sonny with an exasperated face.

Sonny shrugged, "I don't know, I'm just under pressure here. I don't think well under pressure."

"Oh my god." You mumbled as the two walked away.

Chris stifled a laugh before looking at you and shaking her head, "Don't worry, I will not let Sonny buy your son... fire?"

"Thanks, Chris."

The three of you were left in the hospital room alone and let the silence drag for a little bit. You were exhausted and Tobin was going out of her way to make you comfy whilst Christen was just smiling down at Cody.

Eventually, she broke the silence, "I am so proud of you guys, honestly. Cody is so lucky to have the two of you as parents."

Tobin smiled and linked her hand with yours. She took a seat next to you on the bed and gave you a look. You nodded and she smiled, looking at Chris, "Yeah, well, I reckon he'll be even luckier if you'd agree to be his godparent?"

"He- I- what?"

You cleared your throat, "Chris, we can think of no one better to ask than you. You're wonderful and kind and- I am so tired so words aren't coming into my brain but trust me, you're everything I'd want any child of mine to be." You smiled, trying to stop another yawn from escaping.

"You guys want me to be his godmother?" She asked, her eyes filling with tears.

"We sat down to discuss it and it literally took us like 5 seconds to determine we wanted to ask you." Tobin laughed.

"Please say yes." You said.

Chris grinned, "I mean, yes, of course."

"Thank god because we had no back up."

"Everyone else wants to get him enrolled in extreme sports by next week." You grumbled, sighing.

"He'll be in skiis by the end of the month." Chris said, jokingly and your eyes widened slightly.

"Please do not suggest skiing or snowboarding or anything remotely similar to Kelley or Emily. We're already getting a skateboard, a surfboard and flipping fire."

Tobin hummed, "To be fair-"

"Don't, I bet you planted the idea of it in their minds, didn't you?" You gasped at the realisation. This was all such a Tobin idea.

She smiled, "Not the fire bit, I don't know where that came from."

"Tobin Heath... you are not taking our newly born son surfing." You grumbled again, this time the yawn couldn't be held back as you tried to blink away the sleep.

"No... Not yet anyway."

"Oh my god." You sighed, maybe not entirely ready for the constant panic you were going to be in when Cody would be taken home with you. All the possible dangers briefly flashed through your head.

Chris nudged you out of your spiral of thoughts and said, "Don't worry, I'm on your side. No surfing, Tobin."

"What? Traitor." Tobin gasped.

You nodded, relaxing slightly. At least someone was definitely on your side, "Thanks Chris."

"No worries, besides he'll be safe with me. We can meditate and do yoga and go on long hikes up mountains and up cliffs-"

"Mountains and cliffs? Okay, it's confirmed, he is never leaving my side."

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Looking for a Place to Happen

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), age gap, general stupidity.

This is dark!biker!Sam Wilson x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: There’s lots happening in Birch and you find it all too amusing.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown, When the Weight Comes Down, Little Bones, and Fully Completely

Note: We’re starting Sam’s installment but this weekend I’ll probably only be catching up on my headcanons and drabbles because I’ve been a lazy bitch and I’m sorry to those who have been waiting.

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Chapter 1: I've got a job, I explore

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The sleepy town of Birch was awake. 

In those last weeks, the arrival of outsiders had roused the attention of many once passive residents of the timeless territory. Those brick buildings unchanged by the tick of the clock inlaid into the old tower above the library that chimed every hour on the hour. They still stood with only chips in the mortar but the air tasted different. The frost was more bitter and the sky more grim. An omen of something no one could predict.

It was the perfect setting for a screenplay. The isolated town with its unsavoury secrets and the visitors who threatened to bring them to the surface. It was inspiring to you, to imagine what was hidden behind the stern wrinkled faces of the town elders and under the jackets of those men who wore the cut of the local club. The bikers ruled the town covertly but everyone knew that Bucky Barnes’ palm was lined with the map of Birch.

As a bystander, an unnoticed observer, just another ant in the hill, you watched from the side and amused yourself with the drama of others. It was like a soap opera or another HBO hype machine. Those things you aspired to when you could be free of this ho-hum town.

The snows added to the natural gloom of the place. The deep heaps smothered the noise and harkened back to those days of colonial settlement. Forgotten, desolate, fearful. 

You ventured down in your heavy boots that stretched to your knees and pushed your chin down into your scarf. As a child, you ran and jumped in those piles, now you were out of breath just trying to walk past them.

You stopped in the bakery that doubled as the only café, a place where the owner, Babs, tried to to intimidate the last caffeinated trends. She was always a few seasons behind but you didn’t mind so much. 

You ordered the salted caramel mocha and waited patiently as the quiet woman fought with the steaming machines. She was older than you but you’d work with her for one summer during high school, only five years ago. She had the eyes of a child still, but there was something worn in her. As if she’d been exposed to far too much in her three or so decades in that place. She was a harbinger of what you didn’t want to become.

You thanked her for your drink and set out once more into the billowing winds. Birch winters were never kind but this one was crueler than most. Your teeth chattered as you blew the steam away from the lid and hugged it with your mittened hands.

You stopped short as you heard the familiar ding of the diner door across the street. You recognised the mechanic who kept to herself and once growled at you in the grocery store. She stormed across the street, followed closely and quickly by a black-haired man you’d only seen once before. He was one of those outsiders who came to deal with the club men.

You sped up as you sensed chaos brewing and pulled out your phone as you balanced your paper cup in your other hand. You flicked your camera on just as you got to the front of the shop and the man grabbed the mechanic. You let out an ‘oop’ as she turned on him and you aimed the lens at the couple as they fell into the snow, the man’s shoes giving little traction to his steps. 

You moved closer, stunned by the scene, and kept your cell phone rolling as you found a better angle around the snowy walks. As she choked him on the ground he elbowed her and she coughed as she rolled away. She snarled as he clamoured to his feet, slipping and sliding as he marched away.

You killed the recording and watched the man cross the street again, nearly wiping out as he did and when you looked back to the mechanic, she was gone behind the clattering door. You chuckled to yourself and tucked away your cell. It was prime footage for TikTok; with a bit of editing, it would be comedy gold.

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You stomped up the steps of your grandmother’s house, this time through the front door as you heard her chair rocking in the front room. You usually took the stairs in the back as you paid her to live on the upper floor of the duplex. You checked in with her daily, she didn’t get out much more than the occasional trip to the grocery store when you couldn’t or you dragged her out to join you for a tea at Babs’.

“You’re late,” she grumbled as you set your cup down and unzipped your coat.

“For what?” you scoffed.

“It’s after noon and you don’t even come down to say hello? A ‘good morning, nan’,” she harrumphed.

You chuckled and hung your coat before shoving your boots over on the mat. You grabbed your mocha and leaned on the doorway as you watched her crocheting in her chair, reruns of some court show playing from the boxy television.

“I was working,” you said, “sent in some stuff for review. Hopefully not much work to be done.”

“I don’t know how you make money on that interweb,” she bemoaned, “I don’t trust it.”

“Maybe you’d trust it more if you used the Netflix subscription I got you,” you crossed your arms, “then you wouldn’t have to watch trash daytime TV.”

She shrugged and muttered under her breath. She could be crotchety but you liked her sense of humour. Your aunts and uncles never came around because they just took it as spite. You were the only one who knew how to handle the jaded old lady.

“Maybe you coulda looked out the window,” you snickered, “quite a show going on in town.”

“Hmm, what’s that?” she stilled her needles and reached for her tea stained cup.

“Just a fight. You wouldn’t believe it, that lady mechanic beat the shit--”

“Language,” she huffed.

“Anyway, she had this guy in a chokehold. It was awesome.”

“What guy?” she squinted at you over her glasses.

“I dunno. Some out of towner. Remember I told you about that burly dude hanging around the library?”

“There’s more?” she sucked on her teeth, “those bikers have never been good news and now they’re bringing in more.”

“Yeah, well, what’re you gonna do?” you sniffed as you took out your phone and rewatched the scuffle with the volume down. You shook your head and opened up your TikTok. 

“I don’t understand why you’re always on your dang phone,” your grandmother pestered.

“I’m not always on my phone,” you smiled at her smugly, “there are those time when I’m listening to you prattle on or you know, making you tea, oh, and cooking you dinner. What was it I did last week? Oh that’s right, I got Pippin out of the crawlspace.”

“I’m too old to be chasin’ that cat all around,” she huffed, “where is he anyway?”

“He’s your cat, I don’t know? Last time I saw him, I sent him back out the window for shredding my charger.”

“He knows you need to give it a rest,” she laughed to herself, “got your nose to that screen too much.”

“And what do you do, old lady? Crocheting doilies to put where exactly?”

She gave you that dry smile, the one that said watch it but carried a hint of humour still. You hit post and put your phone away as you waved off her irritation.

“Well, you know what, I sit all day at my computer, doing who knows what and you know what it got me?” you taunted, “a large mocha!” you sipped as you sat on the sofa and grabbed the remote, “and it’s paying my rent and putting bullet points on my resume.”

“Mhmm,” she scowled, “just remember, real life ain’t online. Those videos you’re always laughing at like hyena, that’s not reality. You forget it and it’ll come back and bit you. ‘Specially with those bikers.”

“Oh, nan, you know too well, don’t you? Didn’t you have a fling with one back in your hippie phase?”

“Two, actually,” she raised her brows, “I was young and stupid. Not like you, but still.”

“I love you too,” you chirped and sipped from your cup, flicking the station to Jerry Springer, “that’s more like it.”

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Your usual TikToks were sarcastic and dull complaints about your small town life. The response was less than pleasing but it gave you an outlet to vent. You liked to goof around and document the very specific type of weirdos that resided in Birch. But the video of the fight in the snow blew up your phone and made it difficult to ignore the buzzing as you went back up to your room to eke out the last of your captions for the ad agency.

When at last you could call your day hard-earned, you logged off and sent in your hours to the agency. Social media promotion was easy enough but the working gigs for a thousand different companies was tedious. You hoped you could build your portfolio enough to manage a single corporate page as you continued to chip away at your creative outlets.

You picked up your phone as you waited for Netflix to load on your tiny smart tv and flopped onto your bed, not two feet from your desk. You hit the icon in the upper panel of your phone and scrolled through the notifications, pausing to turn on another episode of the cable sitcom from ten years before. You snorted as you read each comment but the number under the video made your eyes round. The thing was bound to go viral.

As usual, you went down to help with supper. Pippin, the orange tabby, returned to cry at his dish and you fed him too. Your nan peered through her glasses at a crossword as she tasted the tangy pasta sauce. 

“More basil,” she snipped.

“Well, I asked if you wanted to help,” you muttered, “I think it’s good.”

“Hmmp, I need milk,” she jutted her chin out, “for my after-dinner tea.”

“You couldn’t say something like three hours ago?” you blinked.

“I could have but I didn’t,” she snickered. You rolled your eyes and she took another forkful of penne and filled in another line on her puzzle, “ah, no hurry, girlie, you know I’m patient.”

“Patient? You?” you chuckled as you took your plate and shoved it in the microwave to keep it warm. The ancient thing had a dial and the door stuck, “I’ll just go get it over with.”

“Don’t forget your mitts,” she called after you as you tramped into the front room, “it’s cold.”

You pulled on your knitted cap and matching mitts. You zipped up your parka and shoved your feet into the deep boots. You grabbed your wallet and buried it in the spacious pocket. You bounced out the front door and down the steps as the sky sent down another coat of powder for the night.

You went up White Forge Street and through the short path behind the diner that led to the main road. You glanced over at The Asp, the beacon of the dull town, and turned towards the grocer. Like anywhere in Birch, the store was outdated and stuffy. It felt like stepping into another time with the paper bags and chunky tills.

You went down the center aisle and stopped at the fridge to search through the frosted glass. Your nan only drank whole milk and the last time you carelessly grabbed skim, she whined that even Pippin wouldn’t drink it. She was particular but that was just her nature. You couldn’t say you were any less fussy in some instances.

You grabbed a jug and the door slapped closed against the worn rubber seal. You headed up the candy aisle and brushed your woolly thumb over your chin as you considered gummy bears or Reeses’ Pieces.

“Hard choice?” The deep voice jolted you.

You snatched the box of chocolate and looked over at the man in leather, his chin tucked down behind the collar as snow dusted his shoulders.

“Sure,” you said as you brushed past him.

The cut of the leather told you he was better not entertained. While you thought the men amusing, you weren’t stupid enough to engage with them. You rarely listened to your grandmother but she was wise in her own way. 

You knew a girl in highschool, she was fucking around with one of the club men in her junior year, she ended up with a baby and no support. You didn’t think he was into you that way but he could hardly have innocent intentions.

“How’s the old lady?” Clayton asked as he rung in your order at the end of the belt, you moved along with the groceries and pulled out your wallet.

“The usual, you know? She’s tryna quit again. Don’t know how long it’ll last.”

“Oh yeah? I’ll keep a carton aside for her,” he kidded as you felt your phone vibing in your back pocket.

“Don’t encourage her,” you swiped your card and punched in your pin, “although I don’t know what’s worse; the smoke or her sucking on those mints all the time.”

“Oh, it’s not the bitchin’?” he laughed.

“That, too,” you scooped up the paper bag and put your wallet away, “have a good one.”

As you came to the end of the first counter, you were nearly cut off by the club member as he swept around from till two. His own purchase of a car magazine and jerky was tucked under his arm.

“Ah, sorry,” he smiled, a sparkling smile, almost charming.

“No worries,” you continued on and he followed close behind.

“Those mitts look real warm. ‘Specially in this weather,” he said as you pushed open the door.

“Uh huh,” you kept on as your boots crunched out into the snow.

“You know where I can get a pair. Leather isn’t exactly thermal, you know?”

“These? My nan made ‘em. I’m sure Clayton got some hung up back there,” you looked across the street as you stepped up onto the ledge of snow between the sidewalk and the road.

“Am I bothering you?” he asked.

You looked at him dumbly and almost laughed in his face. You glanced back across the street then down towards The Asp.

“Sorta,” you answered.

“Make you a deal. Leave ya alone for your name.”

You eyed him. He was older than you like many of the Commandos. At least a decade, likely more than that. You chewed on your hesitation and cradled the bag more firmly against your side. His eyes strayed as he tried to see through the thick layer of your coat.

“Nah, I’m not s’posed to talk to strangers,” you said and hopped off onto the road.

You heard him behind you as he struggled to follow and as you came up to the other side, he came parallel with you and kept stride with you easily.

“I know you’re young but you’re not a kid,” he intoned, “what’s the harm in a name?”

“It’s a small town,” you stopped short of the end of White Forge, “I think I know enough about you to avoid you.”

“Oh ho, is that it? Well, I’m Sam, I’m not a stranger now, am I?”

“Not interested, Sam. Sure there’s women your own age over at the bar,” you nodded behind him.

“You wanna come see? Maybe have a drink?” he gave a crooked grin.

“You don’t give up, do you?” you shook your head, put off by his forwardness.

“Well?”

“Not tonight, Sam,” you turned around and headed down White Forge.

“Then what night?” he asked but you didn’t answer and he didn’t follow.

You turned down onto your street and refused to look back in case. It would be best not to mention the run-in to your nan, she was paranoid enough as it was. Besides, you’d forget about it by the end of next week.

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[adelheidvonschicksal]

182 Centimeters | Tall!F!Reader x Surprise

A great boon has been bestowed upon Aoi Todo. First, he got to meet Takada in person. Second, he gained a brother. Third, he was able to fight a special grade all in one month.

Is there anything else that could make this trip perfect?

Todo didn't think so until he lays eyes on you, standing in the middle of the hallway with luggage tucked under one arm and the other holding onto a rolling suitcase. He remembers now about Mai mentioning a late edition transfer student who was going to be joining in the school games a little late. He only wishes Mai had warned him about the other thing about you. The fact that you are an amazon in the flesh.

"She has to be 187," Todo thinks upon first seeing you and sizing you up from a respectable distance. "No, she's definitely closer to 185. Definitely, 185," he corrects as he tries to measure you by judging how far your head was away from the top door frame. When he glances down at your feet, he realizes his stupid mistake and smacks himself on the forehead. "I'm such an idiot. I forgot about her shoes." Taking your soles into account, he finally narrows down your height range. You have to be 182cm. An even 6 feet. That makes you taller than even Takada!

Todo's eyes widen upon the realization.

You had half his attraction factor right there; and with his help in training, you would definitely have the second half. He knows plenty of exercises that would make your ass look great and have the rest of your body strong enough to toss any curse. You guys could make training into dates, and dates would lead to the two of you making kissy faces. Aoi can already picture it. Naturally, you'd be admiring him, shirtless and glistening with sweat, unable to take your eyes off him. Then, you'd grow embarrassed when he would call you out on it and try to look away like you were never staring in the first place. Luckily for you, he wouldn't mind if you wanted to look at his chiseled chest a little while longer. Or better yet, touch it. 

Todo isn't sure what he's done to deserve such luck. Perhaps the world is rewarding him for finally breaking his record of 1000 sit-ups in an hour or maybe it's the limited-edition lucky Takada-chan charm that arrived in a mail a week earlier working its magic?

Either way, this might be the best year of his life, Todo decides.

That is until he hears a familiar voice. 

"Hey there! How are you doing?" Yuuji asks loudly as he walks up to your person. Todo should've known. Of course, his brother would sense best girl material walking into the building.

"My name is Yuuji. What's yours?"

"I'm (Name). I'm a new student here. I'm a little lost actually. Could you help me out?"

Even your voice sounds so cute! You were so perfect.

That means Yuuji had no chance with the way he was doing things now. Despite Todo wanting you for himself, he could never leave his brother to make such an embarrassment of himself. If the two of them are to battle for your love, it has to be a fair battle.

"Yeah, the dorms are thi—" Yuuji yelps as he's suddenly tugged away from you and dragged around the nearest corner, leaving you in a confused state where you stood.

"What’s the big idea?" Yuuji asks, breaking free from the grasp that held him.

"I'm trying to save you, brother! What do you think you're doing walking up to a woman like that so casually?" Todo asks.

It takes Yuuji a few seconds to realize that Todo meant you were the woman that couldn't be so casually spoken to since he's fairly sure you're a first-year like him. "I'm pretty sure she's the same age as us, dude."

This is worse than he thought. He's definitely going to have to give Yuuji the rundown on how to properly ask a girl out. "That doesn't matter. She's still a lady that requires finesse if you're going to try to ask her out," Todo says. 

Sadly, they are too busy in their discussion to notice you getting impatient for Yuuji to return or to notice another one of your classmates passing them and heading in your direction. You are just thankful to finally have someone help walk you to your dorm and not ditch you instead.

For the rest of the day, Yuuji is stuck with Todo lecturing in his ear. The first time being at the baseball game against the Kyoto school.

"First, you need to set the mood. And by mood, I mean you need to get her attention on you. Do something to impress her without her knowing you're trying to impress her," Todo instructs as you round home base on long legs, which Todo claims is made for a goddess. You were able to get a score for the team thanks to Fushiguro's sacrifice bunt, and the two of you take a seat in the dugout.

"Shouldn't you be helping your team?" Yuuji asks Todo after seeing him compliment your score. Todo sighs. Obviously, Yuuji needs more lessons. 

Eventually, Yuuji steps up to the plate for his turn. Naturally, he hits a home run. As he rounds home, he sees you applauding loudly. Your eyes perfectly on him. It definitely feels good to have a cute girl's attention, and Yuuji realizes that he did really want to ask you out. He wonders if Todo thinks that's a good way to set the mood.

The next time Todo decides to instruct Yuuji is after they all take their showers and decide to rest up before dinner. "Next, you need to leave a letter under her door. Something to pique her interest and make her want to meet up with you."

Luckily, Yuuji has seen this before in anime. "Right, right. I heard of that actually." He easily drafted a letter and slid it under your dorm door. It sounds like you're talking to someone else on the other side so Yuuji hopes you'll see it in time so the two of you can meet up in fifteen minutes.

"Finally, make sure the place you meet up is scenic," Todo says, nodding his head and closing his eyes to repeat the steps in his head as he follows his brother to the school's courtyard. Impress? Check. Letter? Check. Scenic meet-up place? Check.

It isn't until he feels Yuuji's hand on his shoulder and a quick thanks that Todo realizes his mistake. Yuuji rushes away from him to the other side of the courtyard where you're waiting with the letter in hand. 

"My name is Yuuji. I don't know if you remember me from class."

"Oh, yes, I know! You hit that homerun. It was really great."

Todo stands in shock. 

...He was so busy trying to teach that he actually forgot to pursue you first!

"Really? Thanks! I was just trying to make sure I actually hit it. I wasn't expecting it to go so far." Yuuji laughed. "So, (Name), I was wondering if you wanna go out together?"

Todo could cry. Actually, he already feels the tears coming down his face, but his brother could at least be happy. And if his brother is happy, that's all he needed!

"I'm sorry," you say sweetly. "I only showed up because I didn't want to stand you up, but the truth is I already like someone, and I wouldn't feel comfortable going out with someone when I have a crush on another person."

Todo's ears ring with your words. You already like someone!

"Oh, well, that's too bad, I guess. Thanks for telling me," Yuuji says with a disappointed yet understanding smile while Todo finds the opportunity to scoot in the middle of your conversation.

"Excuse me but your crush wouldn't happen to be on me by any chance?" he asks, hopeful.

You force a smile onto your face and tilt your head. "Sorry...Have we met?" you ask, nervously.

Todo gasps as he feels his world crashing down. Your date. Your marriage. Your kids. All gone, and it’s all black in his memory after that. The next thing he can recall is sitting in the eating area with Itadori. He remembers this heartache once before. "It's just like with Takada-chan..." he mumbles heartbrokenly.

"I told you already. We never went to the same middle school, and you never confessed to Takada," Yuuji grumbles, but Todo knows that Yuuji is only trying to make him feel better. He is so lucky to have such a good brother.

"Who...Who do you think it is anyway?"

Yuuji pauses.

He actually wonders that as well.

Then, they hear your voice ringing through the dining hall. Immediately, both sets of eyes are on you. 

"Fushiguro-kun, I wanted to thank you for helping me get settled into the academy. My mom gave me a buy one, get one free for a sushi place for when I made some friends, so...I was wondering if you wanted to be my plus one?"

Then, Yuuji finally gets it. He had been ignoring the small conversations happening around him the entire time thanks to Todo's interruptions.

The Hall.

"Excuse me. I'm looking for the dorms. Gojo-sensei was supposed to show me, but he got sidetracked so I've been sort of left on my own."

"Of course, he did. Geeze, that guy." Megumi sighs. "You can follow me. I'll show you where some empty rooms near the other girls are."

"Thank you so much! I'm (Name) by the way."

"Fushiguro," he states plainly and simply as you struggle behind him with your luggage. "Is that stuff heavy? Want me to help you carry it?"

”Yes. My arms got numb while I was waiting. Thank you so much!”

The Game.

"Out!" Gojo says. Fushiguro rounds first base to head back to the dugout, but you at least made it home to score. You head to the dugout as well.

"That's too bad, Fushiguro. You'll get it next time," you say, sitting next to him.

"As long as Kugisaki made it to second and you made it home then it's fine. I'm not really too hyped up on winning anyway."

”Oh. I was really looking forward to seeing you get one.”

”Too bad. Guess you’ll have to wait,” and by “wait” Megumi had meant probably not ever but you laughed anyway even though you had got what he meant. 

”I don’t mind waiting.”

The Dorms.

"Kugisaki-san said you could summon different shikigami animals."

"That's true."

"Would you mind showing me sometime? I love animals."

"What is your favorite?"

"I really like rabbits. Are you able to summon those?"

"Not at the moment, but I’ll show you when I learn it. How do you feel about dogs instead?"

”That cute dog was yours? That’s amazing.”

And now.

"Yeah, sure. I wasn't really in the mood for anything at school anyway," Fushiguro agrees, and your face lights up with a glow that could rival sunshine. Yuuji thinks if he squints he can see the anime hearts starting to dance over your head but Fushiguro didn't seem to mind.

Itadori could almost laugh. That's a new record in anyone ever befriending Fushiguro. The two of you must have hit it off really well. Yuuji smiles. In that case, he couldn't be upset. That must mean fate has something in store for you guys, and he didn't want to get in the way. "I guess girls really do like that cool, quiet type."

Meanwhile, Todo is crying in defeat. How could a woman like you like Fushiguro? 

"He's so boring though..."

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[noritoshiikamo]

lunch date

part 2 of this childhood friend drabble (ok fr frshould i name this childhood friend series or public sex series bcs hmm you'll see) pairing: gojo satoru + fem!reader genre: smut bcs i think with my hand down my pants when i see gojo tags//warning: established relationship public sex, gojo thinking with dick part 2, mention of breeding kink tagging: @unabashednightmarepizza @sukirichi @sassyeahhhh [lemme know if wanna be tagged in the next part] note: the obligatory trio of mine: unedited, lowercase intended, the obligatory trio of mine: not well edited, lowercase intended, english isnt my first language im sorry if i murder it.

“toru- ah, that hurts!”

his grip to her thighs tightened, “shhh, they can hear you.”

when gojo satoru suggested that they have lunch together, she happily accepted. she didn't suspected anything odd of his behavior. he was so kind to offer to bring her something over and she has been so stressed with her works, she just accepted it with no questions. it was the first text she’d replied after ignoring his many messages and calls.

it has been two weeks since the staircase incident and she started to suspect that he knew that she was actively trying to avoid him for almost a week. she knows gojo satoru like the back of her own hand, she knows he will not forget his promises, and he will hold against her until he gets it. their newly blossomed relationship was doing okay until he popped the question out so casually as she cooked. she couldn’t forget the look on his face.

“so, when are we going to have a baby?” his question that freaked her out lingered in her mind.

a baby

what was she thinking? she smacked her head on the table. “you could’ve asked for a house, or his black card, or something else. but a baby?” her voice strained.

“yes?” the hair on her back stood at the familiar deep voice.

she looked up so fast, her head spun to see her door opened wide. sara, her colleague stood with a slight frown on her face and on her side, gojo satoru. he wore teasing smile, traded his blindfold for his glasses and he looked different. he wore a white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up with a pair of black pants and boots. his outfit looked simple and minimalistic, but don’t be fooled. she knew his shirt costs about the same as her monthly rent.

i can’t believe i picked a baby over his black card, her mind cried at the thoughts.

“i’ve tried stopping him,” sara explained, a glare on her face. he interjected. “i don’t need appointment to see my girlfriend,” gojo stepped inside, holding the door. “girlfriend?” sara questioned. she couldn’t help but to feel satisfied at the reaction her assistant’s face held.

“she gave you, her number?” she asked, one night where he came over. the bed sheet wrapped around her bare body as her eyes raked up and down satoru’s own bare body as he leaned against the headboard. his eyes shut close with his arms flexed behind his head. a small satisfactory smile on his face as he said, “right after telling me that you like me.”

“that bitch,” she hissed, gritting her teeth.

“y/n chan,” his eyes opened, a teasing smirk grew on his face. he leaned forward, the blanket pooled around his waist as he cupped her face in his hand, “didn’t see you as a jealous kind.”

it wasn’t that fact that she was jealous that sara is actively into gojo. she was fuming at her assistant for divulging her personal matter to him. that part first, and then maybe she was a little jealous. but then, sara was the reason she finally gets the guy she’s been waiting for; so at the end she still wins. sara will remain a bitch for a reason.

“it’s okay, we are having lunch together. you can leave,” she dismissed her, rubbing her strained eyes. gojo happily slammed the door shut.

“so, wanna tell me why you’re avoiding me?”

she sighed, her fingers ghosting over the keyboard, his presence has disturbed her mind, “i’m not. i-i’m busy.”

he sat on her chair, crossing his legs as he rested his lanky body against the chair. “you can’t even look at me. what is it?” he asked. her finger stopped above the enter key. she wanted to press it, but she can’t. something is holding her back. she knew what he’s doing. she sighed in defeat and turned to face the elephant in the room. her brows frowned when she realised; “where’s the food?” she asked staring at the empty table.

“huh?”

“lunch? you told me we are having lunch?” she frowned. this idiot did not just suggest that they’ll have lunch together, show up at her office without the promised food. gojo looked at her sheepishly, a small smile on his face.

“oh, that. yeah, i just want an excuse to see you,” his small smile turned sinister as he lolled his head to the side, “you could be my lunch.”

her face pressed against the glass window overlooking the city. her floor wasn’t that high, they could see the streets bellow and the office in front of them. she repeatedly told him that they can’t do this. “they can see us,” she panicked, despite being delirious from his kisses as she let him unbutton her shirt. but a few kisses later, her skirt hiked up, panties in his pocket and his dick hitting her cervix roughly, she was convinced.

“you think you can come for me six times?” he heaved, lips against her bare shoulder, accentuating his words with his every thrust, “six for the amount of days you've ignored me. another five to go, buttercup. should be easy.”

his hand trailed down her chest, her belly until he found her neglected clit. a gentle tap of her bundle of nerves had her throwing her hair back. she was about to come undone; he could feel it from the way she was desperately clamping down on his length and her whining. tears streaming down her face as she bit down on her lips to hold herself from screaming, she could taste blood. her body shuddered, her sweaty skin leaving marks on the glass and the way he just mewled against her ears, praising her made her legs buckled.

he was quick to catch her, hands gripping her waist.

they moved to the desk, pushing all her files and pens aside as he laid her down. he showered her with kisses, slowly trailing them down to her cunt. he eyed her glistening slit, mouth watered. grabbing her legs, he held it open, she whined at the feeling of his warm breath ghosting over her. “satoru, i can’t,” she moaned at the first lick, her hand pressed on his head trying to get away, but he held her tight. “n-no more, ah fuck, fuck!” she could feel his eyes on her, watching her every reaction as his tongue worked their ways. the feeling on his teeth grazing her clit, the tip of her tongue teasing around her entrance, before slipping in.

she tasted so good; it was more pleasurable for him than her. she looked pretty squirming to get away as he held her tighter, tongue darting in and out. overstimulation was hitting her full force and she was high in pleasure. her brain couldn’t comprehend; between the feeling of his breath against her slit, his tongue fucking her, his calloused palms against her waist and the sound he was making. she didn’t give two fucks if the office heard them fucking.

“close, fuck, toru i want-” her words cut off by her own moan.

his tongue switched, sucking on her swollen clit as his finger took over the fucking. it didn’t take long for her to gush out. her head was pounding, his words went in one ear and out the another. he stood up, drools and her fluid covered his chin and onto his bare chest. he helped her sat, she was beyond exhausted. the feeling of his fingers brushing her hair back brought back to the office, she looked up to him with her eyes half drooped. a soft chuckle escaped his lips as he pressed it on hers. “you okay?” he whispered, planting kisses after kisses. “i miss you so much,” he cooed.

“miss you,” was all she could mustered out.

“did i scare you? with the baby talk?” he asked, pulling her in his arms. truth be told, seducing her into fucking in front of the glass window wasn’t the actual reason gojo was here. but her words were just so inviting, he doesn’t mind a little detour. she tasted delicious. she mumbled something against his chest, but he was sure it was a maybe.

“i thought you wanted it.”

she pouted, finally the first sentence her brain could scrambled, “maybe i change my mind.”

“that’s why you ran away from me? you’re scared?” he tilted her head up, his heart warmed at the little pout she had on, “oh buttercup, i won’t lie. the thoughts of you all round and milky with my child is turning me on-” not a lie, because she could feel his cock pressing against her slit, “but it’s okay. one day i’ll change your mind but for now, i’m fine with a little practise now.” she groaned against his lips as she felt his tip slipped in, stretching her once again.

this one was quicker, she was already sobbing mess, clutching desperately on his chest as he chased his high.

the deeper he pushed into her, the faster he had to circle her clit. he’s not a selfish lover, he wants her to feel as good as him too, despite being borderline torturous as she was clearly an overstimulated mess. “you’re so good to me,” he hummed, “you take me in so well. i love the way your tight cunt suck me in.” she really was, with mouth apart panting his name, eyelids drooped, and fingers dug into his flesh with legs apart.

she’s his good little girl.

she nodded, soft mewls could be heard through her pants. the wet kisses he was peppering her skin soon turned into a desperate attempt to leave a mark. she was beyond exhausted to berate him for doing it, so she learned to enjoy the feeling of his fangs against her flushed skin.

“toru, it feels so good,” she rolled her eyes back and he hummed in agreement.

gojo held her throat, not too harsh but not exactly gentle too, “it does, does it?” he grinned, “come, clench around my cock, y/n chan," he teased, in a sing-song tone, "i’m about to fill you up to the brim.” he tightened the grip, she whined. the way the walls tightening around him, had the world strongest’s sorcerer a moaning mess, as his hips snapped faster.

the sound of their skin slapping each other got louder and louder with the squelching of her cunt. his eyes rolled to the back of his head, as he forced his cock all the way inside, his thick seed shooting directly into her womb. his grip on her waist tightened, he was all choke up. they stayed in each other’s arm, struggling to catch a break.

he pinched her cheek for the fun of it, seeing her annoyed and bothered for his own personal pleasure. “what luck you have, y/n. falling in love with someone like me,” he brushed the tear stains on her cheek.

“who said i love you?”

he pressed his hand on his chest, faking the pained look on his face with an ouch. it was never an exchange of i love yous between them; it was him annoying the fuck out of her and her being constantly concern by his childishness. “would you still come home, y/n. i miss you so much, no lies.” he asked as he pulled his pants back up. "i will," she promised. he helped her off the desk, cleaning the mess they’d made and her chasing him around for her pair of panties. she never got it back, her face was as red as her stilettos as she made her way out of the office bare under her skirt. she could hear him snickering behind her.

“c-cancel the rest of my day please, sara. i have some business to take care off,” she glared at the white-haired man running toward the elevator. lunch time was over, and she was beyond fucked to continue her work. literally. not when gojo had made sure to give her the fucking of her life, she couldn’t focus on her work no more. sara gave her a glare, a dirty one, as she eyed her skewered hair and wrinkled clothes. she placed the files on her assistant’s desk, rushing as gojo held the elevator opened.

she made in, jumping instantly in his arms as the door closed. it was just two of them in the empty lift.

she giggled in his arms; his huge smile was contagious. he kissed her so gently, thumb on her back rubbing shapes. his smile grew wider as they pulled away. she tilted her head, confusion on her face and he nudged his head to the door. she turned around only to see their reflection on the elevator’s door. “look closer,” he whispered, and her eyes widened as she realised a trail of his cum, peaking out of her skirt down her legs. her face got even redder as she wasn’t sure if it had just happened or gojo has been letting her walk around with his cum down her legs.

“i’ll murder you, satoru.”

the lift suddenly halted. the number stopped at the ninth floor and she cursed. the lift wasn’t malfunction; she knew exactly what he was doing, and he wasn’t even trying to hide it.

“not going to lie, seeing my cum down your legs, it looks hot,” he said sheepishly, a kiss on her cheek while his hands already made their way underneath her blouse. his brows raised up suggestively.

“will you stop thinking with your dick, satoru?”

“you still owe me two more orgasm, buttercup.”

the light of the lift suddenly tripped, engulfing them in a pitch-black darkness. she jolted in his arms. the emergency light turned on and under the dimmed light, she could see his blue eyes on her like a predatory to its prey. she could feel her throat drying as a kiss landed on her neck.

“we better make our time worth.”

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