#even tho they’re goin to leave soon anyway

[empressofkalumina]

[boognish-worshipper]

Midnight City AU

i’ve been having fun writing this story, all these lil snippets n pieces comin together n shit,,, but i also find myself getting so frustrated writing sometimes even tho ik that’s a given with literally creating anything 😭 anyway uhhhh scheming shit ensues in this chapter, and we see another familiar pal pop up 🙏 also included obligatory reference to those aesthetic photos with song lyrics 🏃‍♀️💥

//Chapter 2: Oblivion

The vinyl store was a short walk from Sterling Lake, but Ron and Trevor decided to run there like idiots. Trevor was out of breath by the time they got there placing his hands on his knees, while Ron looked ready to keel over and pass out, pressing a hand against the front of the store.

“Remind me why we chose to run here?”

“So we could,” Ron wheezed out a breath, inhaling deep to stable himself.

“So we could hurry up and get Wade.”

“It was a rhetorical question.”

“Right. Sorry Trevor.”

Trevor swung the door open hastily, calling out for Wade right away. A head with muddy locs popped up in their direction.

“Hey Trevor! Hi Ron!”

“Wade! Get over here, no time for pleasantries!”

Wade rushed over to meet them outside.

“Get out of my G-damn store Trevor!”

“I’m going, Debra. Say hi to lovely Floyd for me, will ya?”

“Get out!”

The trio walked away from the place, not knowing where to head next.

“Let’s go talk in my truck, where we won’t be… disturbed by any fuckwad wearing Andés brand sherpa jackets. Why do they even need jackets out here? It’s like 90 degrees all the time!”

He was parked across the way from Sterling Lake, and as he went, he tried his best to avoid running into the clique of phony fucks. The minute they all piled in, Trevor peeled out so loudly it was surprising he tried being discrete at all.

“So, Ron. Fill Wade in.”

“What’s goin’ on?”

“It’s the Merryweather Night Club.”

“Ooh, are we goin’ in to see them pretty girls dance?”

“No, Wade.” Trevor interjected.

“Then what-“

“It’s about Steve.”

“Who?”

Trevor impatiently shot out a breath, trying his best to breakdown the situation to Wade. He put a hand to his face briefly before speaking again.

“Haines, Wade. Steven fuckin’ Haines.”

“Ohh him! That fancy dude at the park.”

“Yeah. The fancy dude at the park.”

“What about him?”

“Well Ron here caught word that Devin Weston is hosting some big event there for Haines and his crew.”

“We invited or somethin’?”

“For fucks sake- No, Wade. We’re gonna plan out how to completely crash and wreck the party, so we can get that club the fuck out of here.”

“How’re we gonna do that?”

“Well first, we’re gonna scope the place out. Get a better idea of what we’re dealing with here.”

Trevor thought to himself that if he didn’t have a good look from the outside, that’d he’d have to get a layout of the floor plans himself. It’s not like he hadn’t visited the club before, but he hadn’t been… sober exactly when he dropped by those few times. So it was basically like seeing it for the first time. If he couldn’t get much from the outside, he knew only one person who could accomplish getting the layout of the place.

“We’re almost there, get ready to do some creeping boys.”

The sun was setting, and soon it would be dark out. And when it got dark in Los Santos, it got dark. The only way the city could be visible was from the surplus of lights that were nearly everywhere, except for a few places. They at least had some darkness to rely on so they wouldn’t be spotted right away. Trevor parked a block away, and the three of them hid on the rooftop of the building across the way. Neon lights flickered on, reading “MERRYWEATHER’S SUNNY DAYS NIGHT CLUB”.

“Such a stupid fucking name. I mean, why is it called Sunny Days if it’s a night club?!” Trevor angrily muttered.

As the sky grew dark, the club began to stir, with some random rhythmic song starting up. Ron lifted a pair of binoculars he brought with him, and gasped.

“There he is! Mr. Weston himself!”

Trevor snatched the binoculars from Ron, causing him to crash into his side.

“Uh, Trevor, it’s still around my neck.”

“Then take it the fuck off, before I take it off for you.”

He fumbled around with it, tossing it into Trevor’s hands. Below them, he saw Devin standing outside, with a pristine woman beside him. Trevor whistled lowly, so they wouldn’t be heard.

“That lady’s wayyy out of that fucker’s league.”

He watched them speak to the bouncer outside, hearing them laugh about something before heading in.

“They’re probably laughing it up now, plotting their next move to take over the city!”

“Shut up Ron, we lost them.”

He growled in frustration, handing the binoculars back to Ron.

“Let’s sneak ‘round back, maybe we’ll see something there.”

As they left, Trevor made a mental note of where the Merryweather bouncers were placed. Two burly men guarded the entrance, with a thick velvety rope not too far in front of it. They had to avoid the streetlights, seeing as people like them were sure to raise suspicion being near one of the hottest night clubs in LS. He couldn’t be made, not when he already had a reputation there.

��Alright Ron, you see anything?”

They hid near a dumpster, away from the lights.

“Not really, it’s too dark-“

Suddenly, the back door swung open. Ron and Trevor ducked while Wade’s eyes were transfixed on who was coming out. Trevor yanked him down, holding a finger to his lips.

“So I says to him, ‘You ain’t payin’ me enough to stay on this failure of a fuckin’ show Solomon!’, old guy flipped the fuck out.”

“That’s that Pelosi actor though!” Wade said, rather loudly.

“Wade! Shh!”

“And then I- wait a minute. The fuck was that?”

“Shit! Shit!” Ron panicked.

“Yo!” Pelosi started to walk in their direction.

“We better get out of here. Now.”

All three of them scrambled up to run off back to Trevor’s truck.

“Get back here! Security!” The actor began to chase them, along with one of the Merryweather guards.

They continued to run down the block, Trevor breaking into a sprint so he could start the car up before anyone caught up to them.

“Get in! Get the fuck in!”

The truck revved up, and Trevor drove off in a haste. Even though it didn’t go as planned, Trevor couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

“Whew! What a rush, huh?”

“Rush?! We almost got caught, Trevor!”

“Yeah, only because Wade couldn’t keep it down for 5 fuckin’ seconds.”

“I’m sorry! That Pelosi guy is famous! I ain’t ever seen a actor up close.”

“Yeah, but he’s already washed up. Nothing special.”

“Isn’t he our age? How can he be washed up if he’s still-“

“Can it, Wade.”

Trevor came to the conclusion that there wasn’t enough visibility of the place from the outside. It didn’t have a single window. He mumbled to himself that he needed to go see a friend of his. The travel to El Burro Heights didn’t take long, with Trevor telling the other two to wait in the truck.

“Ron, please make sure he doesn’t do anything dumb.”

“Got it.”

“It was one time!”

He made his way up the steps, banging on the door. He lifted his head up to the outdoor camera, snarling at it.

“Let me the fuck in Wheels!”

The front door clicked open, and Trevor walked right in. He shut it behind him, and trotted over to a bedroom.

“Trevor. Didn’t think I’d see much of you again.”

“Neither did I old friend.”

“What is it. What do you want.”

The room was lit up with aqua and pink shades, a visual of a permanent sunset on his computer. Some kind of synth music played faintly. A nerdy looking guy was seated in a wheelchair next to a set up that looked like it was pulled right from the 90s, various posters and novelty items strewn about.

“Let me cut to the chase. It’s Merryweather again.”

“Again? Trevor, I thought we agreed you’d leave them alone!”

“Ah ah ah! I didn’t finish, Lest. Get this, there’s some big event going on soon. Steve Haines- some big get together with him and his posse of lame-os.”

“Really? Devin’s letting those guys in? I thought it was all big name people.”

“Yeah, well Steve isn’t exactly poor Lester. I thought we both knew that.”

“Duh, but still. He’s not exactly Devin’s type of crowd.”

“No no no, I think they might be in kahoots. Planning something.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Hmm. Let me see…”

He turned to the computer, clacking away on his keyboard. It was rather vintage looking, and Trevor was surprised it worked at all. Lester was into technology more than he was though, so he probably worked some kind of magic on it.

“Hm. You’re right. Seems like they’ve known one another for quite some time. Guess their dads work together.”

“Fuckin’ daddy’s boys.”

“But, I still don’t think interfering with that party is a good idea.”

“Why the fuck not?”

“You’ve had enough run ins with the both of them already.”

“But if we infiltrated the club, we could get it shut down!”

“What are you planning, some sort of raid? You and your buddies? 2 other people isn’t much to work with if you wanna take down one of the most popular clubs here.”

“That’s why I came to you!”

“For what?”

“So you could do your cyber shit, find the floor plans or something!”

“You know that’s gonna take a long time, right? I mean, getting the blueprints, not to mention finding other people who’re on board with the idea of it all-”

“Well no shit.”

“Are you paying me?”

“What?”

“I said, are you paying me?”

“What the fuck would I need to pay you for?”

“Taking time out of my day to get that done for you.”

“Right. Because you’re sooo busy.”

Lester frowned slightly, upset by the remark.

“I’m gonna just ignore that. Anyway, I’m not asking for a whole lot. Just something for the effort I’m putting in to find the plans.”

“So you’ll do it?”

“What choice do I have?”

“Absolutely none my friend!” He said, grin wide.

“Y’know you’re still gonna need to assemble a crew that doesn’t consist of only your… minions or whatever. That’s your part. Now shoo, let me do my thing.”

“Oh Lester the Molester you never let me down!” He said, clapping a hand on his shoulder.

“I told you to stop calling me that!”

“Aww, and here I thought you liked it!”

“Just go already. If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right. No funny business.”

“But funny business is my specialty!”

“Oh my God, go!”

He made his way back over to the truck, seeing Wade passed out in the back. Slamming a hand on the truck bed, he yelled for him to wake up.

“Boys! We got some recruiting to do.”

“Wh-what? What d’ya mean? Who are we gonna find? I thought it was just gonna be us-”

“We’re not taking out one of the biggest clubs in LS on our own, Ron.”

“But I-”

“No buts! Now let’s go.”

They all drove across the city, back to the apartment complex Floyd lived in, Wade’s place being the first one you see pulling in. He had been nice enough to pitch in some cash to pay his rent, seeing as Wade basically had no money to begin with. The trio brainstormed for a bit, chattering away about needing to find people who hated those guys just as much as they did, before Wade and Ron promptly passed out. Trevor threw on a random shuffled playlist to keep him occupied as they slept, and some song he’d never heard before played. Some artist called Grimes? The intro was wobbly, like someone was shaking laminated paper. He kept it on, liking how funky it sounded. The music reverberated loud in his ears, the singer’s voice light and dreamlike compared to the dark, heavy tone of the song. It was the experimental stuff Trevor was into. He opened nosedivr, scrolling through his usual feed. This was a thing he did often when he couldn’t sleep. As he kept going through posts, he noticed he still followed Amanda; they stopped being friends long ago and the task of removing her on there slipped his mind. She had posted a new photo though, and he instantly recognized who she was with just from the shoes. It was that Michael guy.

@krystal-klear-tears

𝔦 𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢, 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔰 𝔞 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔬𝔫 𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔥 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲.

#grunge aesthetic #lana del rey #lyrics #black and white aesthetic

His finger hovered over the reblog button, and he hesitated. What was he doing right now? He didn’t give a shit who Amanda was with anymore. Michael was just another name, another face, another person she was just gonna dump later on. She could never do commitment. That was the one thing he knew for sure in the period of time they had been friends. Amanda wasn’t exactly a bad person for it, she just didn’t express her feelings in the best way. It was why she jumped from guy to guy. They didn’t need anything more than her facade, her surface level personality. So when the time came that she would be close to showing her true colors, she’d cut them off. Trevor didn’t like that. If there was one thing he truly could not stand, it was people being two-faced. He wished Amanda embraced herself more. But like he said, it was whatever now. Soon enough, he wouldn’t see anymore posts like that.

Still, he figured he could unfollow her another day. Part of him did wanna see how long this one would last. Was that bad? Maybe. Who cares. By the time he had finished scrolling mindlessly on his phone, he’d finally grown tired. He wanted to dream about tomorrow, because tomorrow promised a plan in the works, and it was fucking spectacular. He couldn’t let something so meaningless like a new boyfriend of hers distract him. Yet despite that, he still found himself wanting to know more. This was the first guy in a while that Amanda got with that she didn’t run to tell him about. It felt… strange. But again, he couldn’t let that distract him from what was at the front of his mind. He didn’t have time for that. He had to focus on Merryweather first and foremost. Shutting his eyes, a smile grew on his face. He was finally gonna take those stupid fucks down.

//sorry if these seem short rn,,, it’s gonna be a slow build up tbh. it’ll be worth it later on when i complete future chapters lol. don’t wanna rush it too much ,, also i feel like i’m gonna accidentally make this sound all over the place so uh apologies in advance 💯 i will go into more detail abt amanda n trevor’s friendship in this too btw so expect that eventually ig

[cloveroctobers]

•ALLEGRA BIANCHI•

IG info/bio: @/theeallegrabianchi | 303k followers| Entrepreneur | bad bitches go to therapy thxz 🦭👄

(24) 26 years old

From Swansea, Wales

Ofc she knows who Catherine Zeta-Jones is...her mother literally resembles her and remembers people coming up to her mom countless times asking for a pic growing up, and Allegra hated taking pics for these imbeciles...mainly because the attention wasn’t on her

has a dysfunctional family...

her mother is critical of almost everything she does but at least she paying attention?

and feels her father is neglectful and only seems to be heard when she’s in his face

all they know how to do is scream at each other instead of talking calmly to one another

her mother is of Venezuelan heritage

And Her father is of Italian heritage

her father’s side of the family resides in calabria italy

he named her after his high school gf that passed away due to his irresponsible drunk driving on their senior prom night

Her parents do not have the healthiest of relationships due to her father constantly cheating on her mother in the past...leading to verbal and physical fights

also has a kid or two outside of their marriage because of his unfaithfulness and allegra learned to hate them because of the hurt her mother showcased

In the beginning she was only around them because her father enforced it, that she needed to know her family “blood is all you got in the end.” He would always say but that was bs

Would take her, her half sibs, and her full sibs on day trips/weekend trips in his suburban

Has three full older brothers and one full younger sister

Because of this, Allegra did not have a clear view of what love was supposed to be and felt that anger in a relationship is supposed to be somewhat of the norm?

Many times she wished at night in her bed with a pillow over her head that her parents would just file for a divorce already when their fights would get bad to the point things would get broken and her mother would h*t her father (once with a metal bat) and throw him out of the house

Has had the cops called on their household before and cps definitely has/had a file on them

Has been in family therapy before and is currently in therapy mainly for herself because of the trauma & how it’s messed with her spirit as a person

Loves? Cares for her parents from afar but will never understand their relationship and why they’re still together to this day

Can go months without speaking to any of her family members and be completely fine with that

Had her younger sis, Nerina put her PRIVATE shit on blast via internet after love island aired and completely cut her off since she is “a clout chaser and money hungry bitch who can’t take care of own her child cause she opened her legs to a meth head who loves prison” OOP

she only has a decent relationship with one of her brothers who’s two years older than her, Vito. They seem to be the closest out of the sibs and he’s the only one she bothers to speak to from time to time

She’s a “cocktail entrepreneur” so I’m guessing she has her own business where she specializes in her own cocktail drinks? Working in some upscale rooftop/penthouse bar where she successfully makes profits from her signature drinks or has a brand that focuses mainly on cocktails

It took years for her business to take off and hasn’t been easy, not one bit. At times it felt like everyone wanted to see her fail and she has openly spoken about her struggles as not only a entrepreneur but as a woman in this business where no one wanted to take a chance on her

That just lit the fire that’s already inside of her

Aries sun + Leo moon + Scorpio rising? (Personality vs how you react to things emotionally vs you’re outside shell for those who don’t follow this too much. I’m not too in depth about it but I do find it interesting!)

Or should she be reversed as a Leo sun with a Aries moon? Aries are direct, fiery, one step ahead of others, impulsive, and know how to take charge. Leo’s are dramatic, loves attention, passionate, loyal, warm, and have a need to express their passions, and scorpios are intense, secretive, mysterious, and work strategically

anyways, I feel like she’s definitely improved as a person over the span of two years? Or at least I hope she has cause everyone goes thru changes

And she was frustrating in s1 so I just know she had some deeper issues going on so I really think therapy is helping her ass I wish it would help me lmao

Being cheated on honestly made her feel like her mother, weak in her mind she was with this dude for awhile—3 years and he just up and thought it was okay to cheat on her? With his personal trainer?! Yet he didn’t gain any muscle mass?! The ultimate disrespect!!! but one thing she knew? She wasn’t going to stick around like her mom did

But she was bitter about it foresure. She ultimately wanted to corner the girl for messing with HER man but part of her knew she wasn’t the only one to blame. However that didn’t stop her for cussing her out via voicemail a couple of times while intoxicated

Allegra always strived for love cause she’s never really seen it before or felt it

Sure she’s had many boyfriends before?And their names didn’t matter not only because she didn’t remember them? But she never felt the spark with them in the first place?

Maybe she wasn’t meant for love so she kinda put on this bitchy front and always been that way with some shitty friends she had around her until she recently cut them off a year ago

has gotten herself into trouble as a kid: trespassing, and destroying public property, smoking in the girls bathroom, physical altercations, cutting class, being assigned community service, etc... all with these friends she’s had for years!

Before she met her problematic friends in secondary, when she was in her pre-teen stage she was involved in the handbell team and in the Color guard but hates to admit it even tho her parents have pics all over the flat

went away to uni for a semester and wanted to join a sorority but the hazing was extreme to the point she was sent to the hospital then accepted? Which led to more trauma in her life so she dropped out

A few years later she decided on online courses and moved out of her parents flat as soon as she could with the $ she saved up and did not leave in the house since it was not safe to smh

Therapy was really helping sis, she felt a lot better and was working on her deep rooted issues mainly the anger and hurt and never really realized how it revolves around her life. She was super thankful for her therapist and reshaping herself

Many didn’t buy it but she knew she couldn’t give that much of a fuck? She couldn’t. In order to grow you got to learn that you have to involve for yourself and not others

She didn’t like the person she saw watching the show back but when she came back to the reunion a part of her hoped people saw some sort of change in her—even if it’s only been a few months since the show then

Sometimes she’ll slip back into old habits, wanting and doing so by snapping on people and blacking out by getting intoxicated and knowing that healing is a process and valuing yourself is the exact same

has a toy poodle that she loves deeply

doesn’t have many outside friends after cutting off the ones that were toxic

is pro-ab*rtion and had one herself which was aired out by her sister online

has a cozy flat that has a lot of brick exposure inside, a navy sofa which is her favorite piece in her house, and a view to die for!! which erases the fact that her apartment is “cozy” which she uses to replace the fact that it’s much smaller than what she originally wanted. She dreams big ya know!!!

currently has a crush on her art teacher who resembles Adam Rodriguez

but also feels like liking your teacher/instructor is a bit weird? Even tho they’re both grown

yes she is taking art classes now outside of work to find something that’ll bring her peace and these pass months they have until COVID hit where classes had to be cancelled yet she was contacted to continue online but she felt her art was truly shit but he says art is subjective

She feels like there’s a connection there? But at the same time isn’t looking for another relationship until she fully works on herself first! That took awhile for her to accept after she fell into some relations with a few ppl after the show

from there she realized that she might like girls too? And got a little annoyed that it took her this long to figure out especially with the way she felt around MC and cherry

doesn’t like to admit this but her fav holiday is Christmas? Even tho the theme is majorly corny to her but it actually makes her happy?

Feels like that was the only time her family showed love towards each other, and even tho they didn’t come from much, they always followed thru with their traditions

and she misses them a little bit around this time and might be the first one to call them even if the calls are short lived and kinda awkward at first

Loves making gingerbread houses and cookies

i feel like she now embraces her forearm hair but still gets everything else lasered

Miss Allegra has inches okay?! But I definitely feel like now in 2020 she’s chopping that shit off into a pixie cut and when she posts on the gram her hair is usually always damp when she shows it off

some comments — jake: lovely! Jen: babe, ur beautiful! Erikah: 😍 Tim: how hot! You’ve got the whole resident evil thing goin for yous

“Did he just call me a virus?”

And she might get a like from mason that’ll make her feel some type of way

We all have to go thru some growth you know so do you girl!

You can’t tell me she doesn’t play stabscotch!

Used to be obsessed with social media way before going on love island but lately doesn’t mind disappearing for months at a time? You have to cleanse yourself from that shit

idk i see her being mostly cool with jen or erikah and will hang out with them from time to time? Maybe they experienced some growth too, shit I sure hope so

still feels something for mason??? But at the same time maybe it was mainly superficial since mason wasn’t fucking with her like that, not 100% but at the same time gets frustrated that he still doesn’t see where she’s coming from and it’s been 2 years???

She loves hard if given the chance and then feels like shit when it doesn’t work out cause it feels like she wasted a fuck load of time

she no longer follows him because she feels like it’s better for her spirit or whatever and she doesn’t need to see him with someone else

the only guy that she really interacts with is Tim, yet tim is cool with everybody!

Otherwise there’s no real connection with her and anybody else? She wants to keep love island separate from herself now because she’s not exactly the same as she was two years ago? And hopes someday people will get that

Probably watches those auction shows on the telly late at night when she can’t sleep, hoping and can afford some of those things one days

I feel like she has chronic migraines too?

Once had a significant other buy her Allegra-D in all seriousness for her birthday because it reminded them of her & thought it would help her headaches 🤨

Loves the snow, but hates cleaning it off her car! S/O to those HOA fees, bless it cause leggy’s deff bussed her ass once before breaking her collarbone and sued like a mf!!!

Since her hours are hardly consistent since she’s mainly her own boss, she’ll have late nights/early mornings when she returns home and has to shift days where she cleans the flat but when she cleans??? It’s best everyone stays tf out of her way

And don’t try to help her cause you’re doing it wrong 10/10 of the time, she loves cleaning and has dropped mad money on those super expensive vacuums

Only knows how to make what’s relative to her culture: arepas, penne alla vodka, and cawl but otherwise than that? She’d rather clean then spend hours in a kitchen cooking unless she’s making cocktails ofc!

also loves shopping for clothes but shoes are her fav things to shop for

Deff has a steamer over a iron for her clothes

Keeps eucalyptus and lavender oil in her purse at all times

posts mainly on her stories and made a deal with her supporters that she’ll go live once a month since she feels like she owes them that? Since she’s not as active anymore but she really doesn’t owe anybody shit but out of the newfound kindness of her heart...she does

Believes she got Covid before they all decided to do a shut down/lockdown of restaurants, bars, etc.. and her suspicions were proven correct after she decided to get tested

her anthem? Kali Uchis — Dead to me (acoustic version)

[tendoki]

pulling up with a baby with tendou bc of the quarantine and how the team would react pls 🥺 i feel like coach washijo would be happy and would try to convince yall to let the bby go to shiratorizawa 🤣

anon ive been having the worst day but this request made me lose my shit thank u so much GOOD LORD LMFAOO

I did my best to do this request JUSTICE lol. it turned into general baby havin hcs but I hope you like it regardless!! its rlly long so my bad 🥺

Shiratorizawa reacting to Tendou + his s/o leaving lockdown w a mfin BABY

OK. so he was prob at your apartment when the lockdown was announced

so since all his shit was already there, he had clothes and a toothbrush n it was just generally more convenient for him to stay at your place

he did! he messaged his mom to let her know where hed be, she Didnt Mind lol (we dont know much ab tendous family so?? aah)

now. not saying yall spent all ur time fucking. but u 100% did

and since u ran out of birth control and condoms pretty soon into quarentine......... 👀

both of u sorta just went

FUCK IT

both of you were pretty in love anyway, and even if things didnt work out, you guys figured that youd always work together to be the best parents for the kid you could possibly be

which led to were ur at now. a measly week out of quarantine. n ur being rushed to the labour ward.

tendou is RUNNING AFTER U W HIS LONG ASS LEGS

shiratorizawa closed for the rest of the academic year, which meant that as a 3rd year, you guys and a lot of the team wouldnt see eachother in uniform again

but not to worry!! to make up for the missed celebrations theyve organised a prom and a couple days where 3rd years can come in and give proper goodbyes to everyone, including the coaches!!

everyone on the team showed up, because they wanted to say bye to their senpais 🥺🥺

but. that's like 3 months from ur labour

so when u n tendou pull up to the school, with a 3month old CHILD they r. astounded.

they know its u guys' tho

literally theres not even the possibility for a JOKE that u cheated on tendou because the kid has the same fucking hair.

it's only a little tuft (u know what anime babies look like lol) but that nose n that hair? TENDOU SATORIS GENES CAME THRU

the baby has ur eyes. and compared to the rest of its tiny little face?? they're fucking HUGE

you guys let ushijima hold him (I feel like youd have a son?) and ngl ushi cries.

it's a single tear but tendou will INSIST that waka was SOBBING years afterward

everyone is so attached to the kid sorry

USHIJIMA IS THE GODFATHER LMAO DID U EXPECT ANYTHING ELSE???

the baby is so attached to semi tho!!! the second semi reaches forward to hold the kid and poke at its fat lil cheeks, hes giggling and blubbering up at his uncle semi 🥺

JWJDJD GOSHIKI FREEZES WHEN YOU OFFER HIM TO HOLD THE KID. HE JUST GOES PALE AND FREEZES UP

REON IS SO GOOD WITH THE BABY

he offers to help you guys go shopping for more baby stuff 🥺🥺 and when his mom finds out ab the kid (team sleepovers were at reons house n u were ALWAYS invited so she LOVES U sorry I make the rules)

she gives u some of reons old baby clothes!!! n ur LOSING ur mind because WDYM THIS TALL MFER WAS ONCE LIKE A FOOT TALL AND WEARING A BLUE BEAR ONESIE???

she doesnt judge u for being a young mother!! I imagine she was too?? Reon is real respectful n I'll be damned if she isnt just as sweet

the coaches are already on your ass about toddler volleyball. they call up a couple friends and have already organized a group for teaching young Young YOUNG kids how to play despite ur son being. 3 months old.

the whole team is Maybe in love with your son

sorry. it's our son now. shiratorizawa owns ur kid :/

when shirabu is holding your boy. the whole team watches as semi get jealous????? over a kid that's NOT his???

hes petty and tells him that hes holding him wrong (hes not)

washijo is obsessed with ur baby. hes so proud of tendou. insisting that ur son being 'the size of a FAT volleyball' is a great sign for his skills in the court

the whole team. is offering money. they know u 2 are JUST out of highschool and with quarentine, are probably pretty low on cash??

BUT !! I 100% hc that tendou draws!! nd hes been doing a shit load of commissions for like. years LOL

n hes always saved that money!! he only spent it on shounen jump, which dont make too much of a dent in the money pile lol

besides he took emergency comms the second you guys found out ab the pregnancy

if you draw/write/do any work from home that's gets you money, then you do that too!!

he forces u to do less work than him tho because hes WORRIED AB U N THE BABY 🥺

but you guys appreciate the offers from your friends!!! Reon and Ushi's mom both volunteer to baby sit when you guys want a date night, thus ur child creating one hell of a friendship between the ex-captain and his vice's mothers 🥺

I'm not gonna go thru ALL the team members reactions

but they're all really happy!! ofc they scold tendou for not using protection and are MAJORLY GROSSED OUT KNOWING THAT THE TWO OF U HAVE INDEED HAD SEX

even tho the fact that satori is a Horny boy should be universal knowledge by now

the team is there for you guys while the baby grows up!! the second the kid can walk ushi is kneeling down and teaching him to spike

tendou is just as bad and insists that his son is a prodigy and should be a pro volleyball player already

LISTEN

TENDOUS SHIRATORIZAWA NUMBER??? HIS JERSEY

U GUYS GET A TINY VERSION OF THAT MADE

EVEN OF HE ISNT DOING VOLLEYBALL ANYMORE THIS MAN IS SO PROUD TO SEE HIS NUMBER ON HIS BOY 🥺🥺🥺👉🏻👈🏻

ur son is a mamas boy n it breaks tendous heart ngl

u make up for it by having a daughter a year or two down the line 😳 n shes OBSESSED with her dad it's cute but also BABY ur 4 please stop sleeping in mommy n daddies bed 🥺🥺🥺

also ur sons first words

oh boy

u can tell that the whole fuckin team has been teaching ur son volleyball stuff

u came home n ur son is sat in the living room SURROUNDED by ur (other) boys

ur (main) boy starts blubbing and bouncing at the sight of his mama 🥺 (or dada/other parent if ur an afab trans person!!!)

you tell off the team for tryna get ur baby into vball when hes barely 6months at this point

but before the boys all leave 🥺🥺 ur son grabs his favourite uncle semi and just goes

'sehtah!!!' (setter)

SEMI BREAKS DOWN CRYIBG LMAOOO

ngl tendou n u r kinda pissed that ur babies first words werent mama or dada. but then u see how happy semi is n u both just 🥺

semi is soft for your son and as the kid grows up hes still attached to him

he cant get away with being a brat though, boys got a whole mfing TEAM of dads/uncles PLUS grampy Washijo are ready to scold this boy

your son (and future daughter) are both SO loved though

theyve always got SOMEONE they know they can depend on

the team loves tendou and they love u, so OFC they ADORE any kids u guys have EVER.

they stay in contact with both of you even if you split up later on, they care enough about you guys that the y/n tendou powercouple is something every new generation of shiratorizawa volleyboys are taught about and introduced to

and YES ANON. WASHIJO DOES INSIST ON YOUR KID(S) GOIN SHIRATORIZAWA

they're guaranteed a spot!! they dont even have to work for it lmfaooo

mostly because coach threatens to leave the school and work with karasuno if they dont confirm them a place

it's an empty threat but it WORKS

the worldwide lockdown of 2020 is something you and tendou remember fondly forever 🥺

even if it was in bad circumstances the two of you made something so positive

this turned into general baby hcs with tendou MY BAD LOL IM IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN AND ALSO CONSTANTLY GOING THRU BABY FEVER

[danwylds]

Ocean at the end of the lane au (but you don’t have to read the book)

Once again I’m writing bullet point fics

If you haven’t read the book uh. this shit is wild

It starts with Neil going to his childhood hometown (I guess Baltimore then? Not really a lotta places here for this story to take place tho) for a funeral

I literally don’t care who died

He’s walking around town, just thinking abt his life growing up and being angry

He deserves to be

Anyways he remembers the one good thing about growing up here, and it’s Andrew Minyard, the boy who said the pond behind his house was really an ocean

Neil thinks about him and finds himself at the minyards house

He kinda looks around, realising that maybe he shouldn’t of showed up randomly

But it doesn’t matter, bc Nicky Hemmick sees him

He and Nicky walk together to the pond and it’s nice

Neil starts thinking about the time a man who worked for his father stole Nathan’s car and committed suicide in the back seat, after gambling away Nathan’s money

He was around 15 or so during that time

I’m pulling number out of my ass rn

but hdbcnndjd it lets a spirit show up to neils world like hey,, how y’all doin?

Because of the reason the man died, it’s purpose is to leave money for people in terrible and unpleasant ways

This leads Neil to wake up in the middle of the night, choking on a coin

if I were Neil I would simply lay down and die

rip to him but I’m different

Anyways he doesn’t trust his father for shit so he goes to his neighbors

It’s Andrew baby!

Andrew is like okay but I’m gonna call you a dumbass this whole time and you have to come w me to find this fucked up spirit and bind it

And also you can’t let go of my hand

They both hate that part

Drake still happened, just earlier

And Nicky took in the twins earlier

Ig nicky is older in this au

whatever

ANWAYS.

They talk on the way, exchanging quiet truths

It starts from what the spirit did and ends in neil asking why Andrew and Aaron live with Nicky

Andrew says that monsters aren’t always supernatural

Neil doesn’t ask anything after that

They’re goin to find this shit spirit when something almost attacks the 2

Neils first instinct is to be defensive so he lets go of Andrews hand

As soon as he does something gets stuck in his foot and Andrew is like I don’t even care at this point

They don’t have any luck ig so they’re like whatever we’ll try again later (or never talk to each other again)

Neil gets home and pulls what might be a worm out of his foot

rip to him bc part of it gets stuck

He wakes up the next day to his mom telling him she’s starting a new job and a woman named Lola is gonna look after him

So Lola is

yeah she’s Lola she’s a bitch

Lola seduces his father and wins over his people

Neil spends most of his time locked in his room avoiding her

What small fraction of safety Neil felt is ruined when Lola asks Nathan to drown him in the bath

It doesn’t work, obviously

also yeah that’s a real point in the book I didn’t just make that up

Anyways ndncjdm he stays in his room even more, only coming out when it’s some sort of fancy event or smth he has to show up for

He decides to do what he does best

He runs

He runs to the minyard/Hemmick farm, and Nicky takes him in and cleans up the scratches and bruises he has

Nicky also gets the wormhole out of Neils foot

Apparently Lola left it behind as an escape path

This book is weird as hell jfc

Nicky calls Andrew to help neil try and talk something out with Lola

They offer her a way for her to leave peacefully, to a less dangerous world

She doesn’t believe anything could hurt her

She’s IMMEDIATELY attacked by “hunger birds” who are basically scavengers

The hunger birds tell neil they gotta eat his heart out bc a piece of Lola is still connected to him

Andrew is like well cant let the only kid who hasn’t stepped over my boundaries die

He drags Neil to the ocean and tells him to get in

While in there, Neil understands the everything about the world and humans and nature and emotion

He gets out and the memory of it all dips

Andrew makes a promise to protect Neil from the hunger birds, telling him the farm is safe and it’s all very soft

haha get fucked you two bc the hunger birds start eating the world to force him off the property

Neil does leave the property, giving himself to the hunger birds to save Nicky and the twins from them

Andrew does NOT let this slide and jumps between the birds and Neil

He’s near death by the end, and when Nicky finds out he goes batshit and threatens the hunger birds with death that’s a very real possibility for them !

The three take Andrew to the ocean and place him there, and Aaron tells him that he’ll rest and heal until he can come back to this world

Neils memory of this fades, leading him to believe Andrew moved to Australia

He jolts back to the present when Nicky puts his hand on his shoulder, smiling sadly at him

Nicky hints that the hunger birds got his heart after all, but Andrews sacrifice healed him

The power of love, as they say

His heart has been growing back for a while now, it’s almost healed

Again, he begins to forget

He tells Nicky to say hello to Andrew if he contacts from Australia

[moonvoiid]

i am writing on two hours of sleep in the past twenty-four hours so please excuse me and all of my mistakes,  both grammatical and overall.    i swear i’m usually in a playful,   cryptid in a sexy way kinda mood...   fhsduifhds SO.    so !    ian moon.   alright,   i’m leaving important links down below !!   the google docs document contains his biography in a slightly    ( re: no big improvement )   better state than what i’m giving you under the read more,   so if you’d like 2 give something    (  SLIGHTLY )   more comprehensive a read i’d recommend it !!!   

( jeon jungkook, cismale ) hey ! have you seen IAN MOON around ? HE works as a SKI INSTRUCTOR (KID) at big bear resort, but they must be off their shift by now. well, if you do see them can you let me know ? they’re 22 years old & they’ve been working here for THREE MONTHS. they tend to be +SPONTANEOUS & +CHARISMATIC, but can also be -MANIPULATIVE & -DESTRUCTIVE. the other employees have labeled them THE REVELLER. thanks a lot !    ( charcoal-stained fingertips, cat hair on dark hoodies, frowning lips around an e-cigarette , distressed pokemon cards & the gleam of a new mercedes benz under street lights. )

google doc   +    playlist    +    pinterest board

THE PAST, a brief summary:

ian was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.    as soon as he could make demands,    he got everything he wanted whenever he asked for it and then more.    i wish i could sum up his childhood in those sentences alone,    but the bitter reality of his early youth was that he was a lonely kid.    his mother was a rather young trophy wife who married into his father’s family and became pregnant to tie herself into the family’s empire and his father was a ceo of a real estate company who only cared about making ian a suitable heir to the title.   he was allowed too much freedom from the start–   his dad only involved himself in ian’s life when it came to academics and his mom…   well,   his mom lazed around the house enough for ian to see her every few days or so.

he rebelled around his first years of university in seoul.   he was studying business to follow the path that was set for him when all of the pressure that had been building up finally made him SNAP.   ian ruined what little relationship he had left with his father and decided to leave home altogether after making a massive mess he couldn’t fix.    with a subsequent agreement he made with his mom,    he got to choose where to live,    if to study right away,    and what to do for the time being with a bank account full of funds.    now THAT’S the ian living and working in big bear village you know  !

ADDITIONAL HEADCANONS:

his job !    ian works as a ski instructor for kids.   back when he was a child himself,    he and his family would often go on vacations and that frequently included leaving korea to go play in mountains of snow.   ian is really good at skiing because it was one of those skills that he worked his naive ass off to be wonderful at so his parents could have something to brag about.   besides choosing it because he’s good at it,   though,   ian also enjoys really active atmospheres in general.   he likes being kept busy and interacting with others and he likes being out in the cold like a mama duck since he ended up getting assigned to teach children how to skii.   he quickly warmed up to the job and he has a ton of fun working with kids which is hard to believe considering how generally insufferable ian is in any other setting.

mimi !    a short one but definitely worth mentioning because if i don’t mention her,   he will.   mimi is ian’s    (   and roman’s   )   beloved cat,   he would literally die for her.   she began living with them in their chaotic apartment after ian rescued her tiny kitten self and took her home.   she is extremely spoiled by him even though she herself is lowkey feral. 

postive habits !    so ian is truly a man of habit.   the pros are that some of his habits are really,    really good...   and the cons,   of course,   is the flipside that his negative habits are rather...    very bad and annoying.   but these are the good ones !!   it seems like he doesn’t really notice it,   but he makes an active effort to treat his friends because he doesn’t really know how to express affection unless it’s within an inappropriate joke or comment.   he’s quite loose with his expensive belongings and will quietly pay for his friend’s drinks throughout the night.  he works out a lot,   he would be a gym rat if he wasn’t busy being a disaster.   he makes up for all of the alcohol he drinks by eating really healthy    (   unless he���s high or,   again,   drunk and needs oily unhealthy food or else he’ll die   )   and keeping up with workout routines !    i don’t recommend having him as a gym buddy because he’ll show up at your doorstep at four am with protein shakes and a really shitty workout playlist.    he is very into art !!   his favorite medium is charcoal and he keeps his drawings / occasional paintings very greyscale.   he can be seen sketching the mountains during his free time like a true buffering romantic,   and his future plans include going to art school !!   he’s real organized with his general space n etc !    a tidy boy.   

negative habits !    alright,    so ian has a lot of these.   perhaps the biggest one is that he doesn’t accept criticism on his character even though he cares about how he’s perceived which is really very annoying for many people who know him.   he’s...   how u say...    irritating.    he never,   ever takes anything seriously and he’s always making a dumb joke,   so he has this persona of being a charming flirty pretty boy who sleeps around like a god taken straight out of greek mythology.   in other words,   he’s 100% a fuckboy.   the reason this is a bad habit is that ian is actually really smart and reliable but he wears 50 coats of shallow asshole that cover that up.    it’s his thing.    he thinks it protects him or whatever.   he can b...    manipulative...   he’s just really good at lying and will never hesitate to do it.   he is BAD at relationships !!    he treats them as things to pass the time or avoids them altogether in lieu of just getting the fun part of people and honestly...    it’s lowkey evil...   he’ll string people along and then blame them for getting attached ?    of course he goes on to feel very empty !!    because he does this stupid impulsive shit !! all the time !!    but anyway ian smokes e-cigarettes and he’s always got a fancy one in his pocket that he WILL use during any free outdoor time that he has.    he likes 2 party a lot and make bad choices while he’s drunk and then do that over and over and over again fhdisufh.   that’s the reveler for u babey !! 

misc headcanons !    ian is a huge weeb and loves video games.   he plays all big three gaming consoles + PC and u BET he hosts super smash bros hangouts w/ snacks and weed and everything u need basically every weekend when there’s not already a party goin’ on.   tbh in general ian rlly likes to start parties up like he’ll b the first to text ‘ aye where the party at ’    all the time and there’s no party invite he’ll say no to.    /    he’ll randomly start sketching u if ur sitting across from him n there’s a pen in his hand.    /    he wears absolutely no colors like this boy rlly only owns dark or pure white clothes.   /    he has only 1 tat:    a palm-sized heart on the side of his right hip.   ton of ear piercings tho !!   /    nnnn....    i’ll leave this lil section at that fr now !! 

to sum it up,   ian is a mix between a charming socialite boy and a messy fuckboy.

[lanshappycorner]

The Wild Swans 

Ok so this is kinda long but I hope the read more thing works on mobile bc if not I'm sorry lmao

Ok ok so one day there was a king right and he got married with a witch(?? I think?? I'm going off memory ok there won't be specifics)?? Right so he already had uh 12 children lmao this man couldn't keep it in his pants

Anyways ya he had a daughter and 11 sons bc dayum prominent Y chromosomes...ok so then the witch was like >:3c and poofed the princes away or smth idk no one rly questioned why all 11 princes were missing. Now she was like "I need to yeet this princess" so she made the girl like super ugly looking. She put dirt and frogs on the princess I think but I never figured out why she didnt take a fuckin bath idk maybe they were running out of water or sumn, water is precious yea

Aight so the princess was yeeted out of the castle bc her dad thot she was a witch LOOL hes blind af man. Right so now shes like...Somewhere in the Amazon ig and she runs into her bros who put her in a net(??) Idk they fly her away into a cave. Oh ya totally irrelevant but like they were all cursed into swans so now they quack and fly ig

Aight so if u thot that was crazy it gets crazier. One day she runs into this enchantress lady uhh I don't remember her name I think it was Mango Fatale or smth. Anyways Mango Fatale is like "u see this nettle. This thorny shit that grows on graves??" And the princess is like "ya" and Mango is like "take that. Snap it w ur lil fingies so it turns into flax. And sew it into coats for ur bros. Btw starting Now if u speak a word its gonna stab yo bros and they all die lol it might take u yrs to make all 11 coats but u cant speak unless u want them to meet their maker ok good luck yeet"

Right so when the bros return they realize she cant speak and they're like...uh....bruh u ok?? But soon they figure out what shes doing and apparently when they cry the tears make her blister better?? Idk but they better get those waterworks goin

Yeet so now theres this king right and long story short hes like "hey ur cute let's go back to my castle babey" and shes like shrug emoji. So hes like head over heels for her even tho she has quite literally NEVER said a word to him lmao but ya he wants to get married. And his advisor is kinda like bro no??? Idk they depicted him to b evil but if the king of my country picked up a random girl from the forest who never talks I'd be pretty concerned too

Anyways the girl is in the palace now and shes like "shit I ran out of the nettle but hEY its grown in the graveyard rigHT :DD!!" and she goes and picks some in the graveyard but like...the advisor sees her LOL and he's like wtf this bitch SHADY??? I mean rly man they make him out to be evil but like he has a point, shes literally pickin shit up in a graveyard in the middle of the night oml

So the next day he tells the king and accuses her of being a witch and the king is like 😭😭😭ok put her to jail ig but I rly loved her úmù😭😭😭 and now everyone hates her. So now shes abt to be burnt or some shit but shes STILL weaving those cute lil gross coats and peeps are throwing rocks @ her and stuff but her bros fly in to defend her uwu

Eventually she finishes the last coat, throws them in the air, the birds all miraculously catch and wear them, and BOOM they're back to being princes...and she dies lol

But no worries that only lasts for like a line before roses sprout out of no where (I shit u not) and suddenly shes alive again and she marries the king and they live happily ever after uwu

The End >:3c

I hope u guys enjoyed story time w Lan and tune in next time for another dumb story lmao idk what I should tell next so maybe leave some suggestions or smth

[themockingcrows]

Whisper Just For Me Ch. 15: Reunion

This chapter is SFW! This chapter is also available mirrored on my AO3.

Just having someone back in your presence doesn't always mean they're really there, especially when that someone is a ghost. How much of Dave is with you, and how much of him was affected by your time apart? Is it really a reunion when only one person is aware of the reuniting?

    Your dreams were empty. You were holding out hope that Dave would visit you, would talk with you, would get rid of the lingering worry that clung to your mind like a sticky veil of spiderwebs. Instead you got repeats of different scenarios you've had in the past, strange distortions of shadow and light, a strange sequence of trying to buy a set of pants from a food stall only to find they didn't have your size, and your father trying to pass off one of his finest hats to you after it had been coated in peanut butter, blending the symbolic niceties of adulthood and achievement with a death threat. If you believed in omens it probably would have meant a lot. Good thing you don't believe in it without a gut feeling and the only feelings it gave you were confusion and a stomach ache.

    You woke with your hand instinctively curled around the pendant as if trying to keep it warm, despite the material being plenty warm in your hand already, a reminder of who dwelled within it. Good, he was making some reactions now aside from just a loose sensation of presence.

    “...Dave?” you said quietly, a sleepy murmur. “Dave, can you hear me in there?”

    Silence.

    “...Dave, I'm so sorry for what happened. If I was even remotely aware anything like that was going to happen I'd have done everything different somehow. I'm just glad we got there in time.”

    More silence, but the warmth in your hand didn't diminish. Dave was definitely still in there. Maybe he was sleeping in too.

    Your phone let out a few familiar tones to signal you had messages coming in, rapid fire texts that had you wondering just how many people were texting you at once till you could get at it and turn the screen on with a press of the button along the side. ...Huh. Okay, five texts in a row from a number you were sleepy enough to not recognize as Rose's for a moment.. No, six, your phone chimed again in your palm to try making you scroll down. Okay, maybe you wouldn't have recognized it was from Rose's number right away anyway, this was definitely not her normal way of texting.

    TT: hey when you get this cn u like txt me back asap

    TT: *can

    TT: its roxy rose said i should hit u up again to like

    TT: check in and shit about what happened

    TT: srry for treating u like u two were gonna rob me blind but 2 be fair u were acting creepy

    TT: is that ghost thing okay btw or is that not a gr8 thing to ask

    Another few chimes as you were trying to formulate how to even reply, which left you marveling at the speed with which she could text. Was he okay? He still wasn't talking or glowing or.. much of anything beyond keeping the pendant warm. He wouldn't do that if he was sick right? ...Wait, do ghosts even get sick? What was the right word for this. Exhaustion? Strained? It couldn't last forever, he'd be back to normal soon surely.

    TT: srry not ghost thing i guess i mean dave

    TT: rose filled me in a bit but it still dsnt make much sense

    TT: guess it makes more sense than me goin crzy tho

    TT: *crazy lol

    Yeah, no shit. Even this deep in everything there were times you worried you were just actually crazy and none of this unbelievable mess was real at all. Rubbing sleep from your eyes, you pushed yourself to sit upright in bed, put on your glasses, and started to slowly type out a reply with your pointer finger.

    EB: hey, yeah, i'm here. sorry, i just woke up.

    TT: o shit my bad lol

    EB: no, it's no problem. thanks for getting in contact though. and sorry for uh.

    EB: you know.

    EB: barging into your apartment and alerting you to the whole concept of ghosts i guess?

    TT: like i said dont worry abt it

    TT: im just glad everythins back to normal in here

    TT: I hadnt realized just how weird the place felt till now

    TT: muties finally able to chillax again

    EB: i'm still kind of amazed you believed us at all, but if you'd been feeling things for a while then i guess that would all just kind of line up, huh.

    TT: just another day in the bullshit mines

    TT: rose talks about stuff like this a lot but i kinda never rlly believed her

    TT: hindsight 2020 foot does not taste gr8

    You grinned at your phone and let the screen go dim once more before stuffing it into the pocket of some sweatpants you then wrangled on. Might as well not delay the inevitable and just get up. It took a few more tries than usual to get up, fatigue weighing heavy in your bones, but get up you eventually did to shuffle to the kitchen. A banana wound up in your other pocket, keeping your hands free for motoring around to thump down on the sofa. Jade perked up soon as you went down, shuffling her legs to get your weight off her feet and poking a head full of sleep wild hair out from underneath the throw.

    “...S'it morning..?”

    “Yeah. Or later, I didn't look at the time,” you admit, pulling your phone out of your pocket to peek as the banana was yanked out in a dual wielding motion. You bit the standing end of the banana and tipped it sideways till the peel cracked, making it easier to open one handed. Wisely, you waited till you had a bit mouth full of fruit to try talking more. “Closer to noon it look like. Oh, and Roxy wrote.”

    “How'd she get your number?” Jade asked. She crawled to the floor to get at her purse, rummaging around for a brush to start taming the mass down enough to apply some strategically placed hair ties.

    “Oh, no, she was writing from Rose's phone. I guess they met up today in one way or another? She said everything feels better at her place so.. I guess that at least shows Dave didn't dislodge somehow or anything.”

    “Has he.. y'know. Said anything?”

    You frowned and took another bite of banana, then another till it was gone, delaying as if the extra few seconds stalled would somehow give Dave enough incentive to interact again. No such luck.

    “No. Nothing.. Oh! But the pendant's warm! He's definitely in there, just..”

    Just what. Just tired? Just ghost broken? Did ghosts get sick? You sank down further in the sofa and let your leg slide further along the floor with a heavy sigh. This sucked. This really, really sucked.

    “...I wish I knew enough about what was happening to fix it.”

    “We could always ask Rose if you want. She seems to have good ideas on this stuff, maybe she'd understand what was happening,” said Jade, opening up a compact mirror to check and see if the low segmented pigtails were a good look that day. Verdict was a resounding yes from the way she snapped it shut with a happy grin and dropped the supplies back into the bag. “Or we can just wait and see what he does next on his own.”

    “You make me sound like a helicopter parent when you put things like that, Jade.”

    “Helicopter boyfriend.”

    “Helicopter whatever! Same thing!”

    “I mean-”

    “You know that's not what I meant,” you frowned. “I just want to do what's best by him. I'm kind of responsible for him now, and I already fucked that up in a big way. Getting him back's like a second chance, but I can't do the second chance right from the very beginning if something's wrong.”

    “Then call Rose,” shrugged Jade as she got up from the floor and sauntered off to pilfer breakfast from your fridge.

    “Yeah but what if that just makes it worse somehow, what if we're supposed to wait for something to happen!”

    “John either call her, let me call her, or shut up and relax! Holy shit, it's not the world ending, it's either getting more potential information from a verified source of accurate information, or making our own estimations based on study and other information sources. It's as if you've never heard of a reasonable hypothesis before,” she grumbled, then disappeared around the corner.

    You frowned the way she went.

    “You could've at least taken my banana peel with you!”

    “Fuck your banana peel, you've got a leg and two arms that aren't broken!”

    You immediately stuck your tongue out in her direction, already knowing she couldn't see it, but hoping she could feel your rankle even through the wall. Heaving another sigh, reveling in the dramatic for a moment, you turn your attention to your phone once more. It hadn't pinged again to signal an incoming flurry from Roxy, so you assumed it'd be safe to call Rose now. Jade was right. She'd probably know what to do.

    The phone rang several times before you heard the familiar voice on the other line and smiled.

    “Hello?”

    “Rose?”

    “Obviously.”

    “Yeah. So. ..Uh.” Come on, spit it out, what if this was time sensitive or something? “Dave's home now... I think. But he's not talking or anything. No dream visits, no lights, no interacting with anything. The most he's done is warm the pendant up,” you start to explain. “I'm worried he's. I don't know. Sick? Exhausted? What happens now, how can I help fix him? I finally got him home but I can't even talk to him.”

    Everything had started as a trickle before finishing in a rush of stress balled up into English and launched out of your mouth like cannon fire. You held your breath, listening closely for a response.

    “Well.”

    ….Well that wasn't what you were hoping for. It takes effort to remain quiet and wait instead of pointing that out and being sarcastic. Stress sarcasm didn't tend to do the best things.

    “I think he likely just needs rest. Roxy already caught me up to everything that happened prior to and just after him leaving. It's possible he just expended way too much energy while apart from you and needs to rest now. Perhaps even sap energy from his surroundings.”

    You frowned and furrowed your brow in thought. It had felt harder to get out of bed today, but was that Dave already sapping from you, or was it just the reality of getting around on crutches for too long at a stretch?

    “Is there anything I can do to help though? I mean. I guess if he's going to be doing that draining thing while this tired, is there anything I can do to make it easier for him to do it?”

    You heard Rose sigh and the creak of whatever seat she was in.

    “Hm. Well, not exactly anything you can DO. Not strictly speaking at least. You can make yourself more open to him, perhaps. Leave yourself like an open door, let him get at you easier. Keep him in range obviously. Make sure you eat and sleep often enough, perhaps rest up and take things a little easier. Be the reserve battery.”

    You wet your lips and nodded, though obviously Rose couldn't see you. You hoped she'd get the feeling you nodded anyway.

    “Is there any way I'll be able to tell when he's back to normal?”

    “When he's back to scattering papers and bothering you, most likely,” Rose said, the soft sound of a chuckle flavoring her words. “But I think he'll make himself known when he's able to. The way you've talked about him makes it seem like he's probably just as excited to talk to you as you are to talk to him.”

    It was a comforting though. Another few nods you hoped Rose was able to detect happened as you tried to collect the rest of your thoughts.

    “When should I try telling him about the things Jade and I learned? About.. y'know, about his everything. His history and stuff.”

    Rose was quiet for a moment. You could almost picture her biting her lip, pale teeth on black lipstick that somehow never seemed to smudge or get spotty.

    “I'd recommend keeping your mouth shut about much of that until he's for certain stronger. It's hard to gauge his specific reaction, but the last thing you'd want to have happen is for the information to make him decide to go and then be unable to leave due to not having enough power.”

    “So.. I just need to be a good battery and wait for him, and then get to the nitty gritty when he's all recovered and back to obnoxiously normal.”

    “That's the gist of it, yes. Keep him close and in contact. Think of it as spoon feeding someone overtaken by illness while they recover.”

    “I'm already recovering, I think I can handle a bit more of the resting. Hah, might make Jade happy to finally get off my feet and just take it easy for a while longer.”

    She chuckled. “No doubt. I'd be interested to hear about your progress as things continue, actually. Will you be tracking things as you were before? That data is extremely useful to have on hand, it gives good insight on whether things that feel like they should work are actually beneficial. Who knows who might else wind up in a similar situation someday with a spirit and need to tend it before it can properly move on?”

    “You make it sound like opening a ghost infirmary or rehabilitation place is an option, Rose.”

    Another soft sound from the other end of the phone and far too long of a pause spanned silence till you laughed, awkward. “Rose. I was kidding.”

    “Yes. Kidding. Still an intriguing idea. I wonder if spiritual rehabilitation could work in the case of negative spirits as we-”

    “Rose, I'm gonna have to let you go for now,” you interrupted. “I'm sorry. I'll call back later on with updates, okay?”

    “Have Jade call me later, if you could?”

    “About Dave?”

    “No, to make dinner plans. I think her phone may be drained, it just goes straight to voice mail.”

    That wasn't like her. Maybe she turned it off instead of it dying. Either way, you nod and make a sound of confirmation just in case Rose wasn't psychic enough to understand just how earnestly you'd been nodding this entire time you'd been conversing.

    “Sure thing. Thanks again, Rose. And uh.. Rose?”

    “Yes?”

    “...Could you tell Roxy to send me a bill for what all she'd need to get her laptop running again? I feel like it'd probably be better if I paid or helped pay for a good chunk of that. Even if it was an accident, just. ..Yeah.”

    It was kind of the least you could do, considering someone innocent got caught in some pretty serious crossfire. Things could have easily given way to a fire, taken out the entire apartment building or gotten others killed.

    “I'm sure she'll appreciate it. Between that and her phone, I think her run of bad luck took a bit more out of her than she'd be willing to admit. I'll just pass her your email address and she'll forward something.” A soft chuckle. “If she doesn't, then I'll figure it out and send the information your way instead.”

    “Perfect. Thank you again, Rose.”

    You hung up as Jade was coming back in with a bowl of cereal loaded to the brim, sipping milk from the edge where it precariously sat just waiting to spill all over the floor. She cast a green eyed glance your way to be sure she wouldn't squash anything before sitting down beside you on the sofa to crunch away. Apparently the back and forth sassing hadn't left any lingering bad tastes in her mouth towards you, at least judging by how close and comfortable she sat.

    There was no mystery involved if Jade Harley was angry with you. You were very, very well aware.

    “Rose said to treat myself like a good little battery and just wait on him to make the most of it. Give her updates.. and she wants you to call for dinner plans? Your phone's apparently off.”

    Jade swallowed sideways and nearly choked on her cereal.

    “What? Fuck. I forgot I did that. Right, don't worry about it, I'll call her soon as I finish this. ...But that's it, huh?”

    “Apparently so. Take it easy, eat and sleep plenty, keep him close. I wonder if talking to him helps even if he can't respond yet. Would he be able to hear?”

    “If he's awake he'll hear. Maybe he's just not strong enough to respond and he's actually wide awake worrying? Talking is a good idea.”

    “Great, more excuses to talk to myself in public, exactly what I want.”

    “Truly, you lead a charmed life,” she said with a grandiose gesture of her spoon before popping more cereal into her face. The mood seemed reset now that your obligations were complete. You had solved the mystery of how Dave died, of his origins. You'd gotten Dave back, though you weren't quite able to celebrate freely yet. You were going to repair damage done and set some debts right before they could become an issue. You had ideas on how to help fix things in a lot of ways.

    All you needed was patience.

    ...Fuck does patience suck sometimes.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

    You'd spent nearly two weeks being the best battery you were able to be. You ate plenty of decent food, took naps whenever you could, and otherwise gave yourself as much physical rest as you were able to on the sofa when not busy. The entire time you were also murmuring to yourself, talking softly towards the pendant you couldn't help but keep touching, narrating your life and your thoughts to a sleeping spirit that you were guarding. The stone remained comfortingly warm as a hand you could hold in your time alone, and a few times you swore you could feel a soft pulse of a presence coming from it. There had been no speaking however. No dreams being visited.

    The paranoid part of your brain was worried enough that it started to offer up all kinds of awful scenarios that were possibly coming true, despite having clear evidence to the contrary that anything was going wrong. Dave was quiet, but he was there. You knew he was there. ...You just wished he'd react more than a pulse or warmth.

    Dave granted your wish one night. While you worked on your laptop in bed, fucking around on a forum in one window, talking with friends in another, and doing a little research into some new devices for spirit communication that were making the rounds in the online sources, you failed to notice the slender trail of red light leaving the pendant. You also failed to notice the red ball form, only realizing something was up when the corner of your eye caught the red haze starting to take a different shape.

    “Wh-. Dave?!”

    Fumbling with your laptop, you sat bolt upright in bed and glanced down to the pendant before back towards the apparition that was struggling to form something specific. Humanoid was a good start, but it seemed like he was struggling a bit to settle on a specific shape for very long, unable to make up his mind.

    “It's okay, you can stay an orb if you want! There's no rush!” you hurry to say, though he doesn't appear to acknowledge you. The red light strains and struggles, forming Dave's face before flickering and distorting grotesquely enough that you're taken aback. He keeps coming back to his own face, but between flashes of it are things you don't recognize. Monstrous half formed things, faces that belong to people you've never met, and even several times faces you recognized. You could have sworn you saw Jade in there a few times, and Roxy. You saw your own face once or twice before it ripped itself apart to bone and reformed as malleable as clay in the vapor.

    “...Dave?” you whisper. It's the face of Dave's brother that glances at you sharp as broken glass, mouth set in a thin line as his outer edges twitched and spasmed, only to once more break apart at the seams. He looked like he was melting, and it took effort not to panic. Something was definitely wrong, it was obvious to see, but WHAT was wrong. What specifically was wrong? What could even be done about it? You wet your lips and tried to think clearly as you could.

    Be open. Be a good battery. Dave had gone through a lot of strain before coming home, maybe this reforming problem was linked to that? It had to take a lot of power to form a specific shape as opposed to just forming out of habit. You were trying to think of any reasonable explanation you could, despite the taste of bile rising in the back of your throat.

    “Dave,” you try again, keeping his attention this time. Maybe just act like business as usual? “I missed you so much. I'm sorry this happened, but.. you're here now! You're home! And I'm recovering, and everything can go back to normal now.”

    A frown lit on Dave's ever changing face, but he seemed to be starting to decide on the features you were by now familiar with. His eyes were the things that stayed in place the most, barely there hints of lashes pale on a fairly normal shaped face. At least it wasn't splitting apart at the seams anymore.. His mouth still looked too big, too sharp, too inhuman, but it was progress. You gestured with your arms wide as if expecting a hug at any time to come your way, hoping against hope that maybe, just maybe, you'd get it to happen if you wished enough.

    “I know things haven't been easy. And.. I understand if you're mad. Or scared. Or-”

    Something was wrong. Words died on your lips as, finally, Dave's features went into the right order and appeared to hold steady yet the look in his eyes didn't change in the slightest. He looked at you as if looking through you, taking in the room as a whole as if he'd never seen it before in his life. If he was strong enough to form, why wasn't he talking to you at all? Or reaching for you?

    “...Dave,” you try again, moving so your legs were over the edge of your mattress and one hand was reaching for your crutches. “Dave. Say something. Anything. Or.. uh. Knock something over. I'm listening close as I can for you, I promise, but I'm not hearing anything. Am I just not trying hard enough or are you just not talking for some reason?”

    The spirit was glancing at his hands now, wispy trails of paleness caught in reddish mist that faded in and out of view between fully formed mass and smoke. Even with a fully open link, it still took a lot of energy to do that. You weren't surprised to hear the fan of your laptop suddenly kick into high gear behind you, cooling the inner workings down as it drew more power than usual from the wall. He didn't seem interested in talking, or in doing much at all. Compared to the spirit you were used to, how Dave was acting now just gave you the creeps. He hovered gently off the ground, face grim and expressionless as a doomed man, resolute and lost. A thousand yard stare at nothing at all.

    This was Dave, but it was the least Dave-like Dave you thought you'd ever seen. And considering how much you'd learned about him so recently and all the time you'd spent together so far, you considered yourself a pretty damn good gauge of Dave-ness. An unaccounted for lack of Dave-ness with no guidance on what had caused it. Could you soft reset ghosts? Turn it off and on again till the appearance stuck right.

    No, wait, that was a stupid idea. Focus, John. You shook your head hard to clear the thought from your head to focus on the other thoughts instead, the ones that felt instinctively like they might help. After all, you'd shared a body before, two minds in one form. You'd had his voice in your head, in your ear, in your heart. Maybe he just needed that..? Needed a touch, a push, a rekindling to remember properly after the traumatic time apart like someone might take their shoes off and flop on a sofa to make a place feel like home again after a return from a too long vacation. You picked up a single crutch and forced yourself upright to your feet, leaning your weight to keep balanced before taking a lumbering step forward, one hand out beseechingly.

    “Dave. Come here for a second.”

    He stared at you, through you again, then went back to looking at his hands as if they were foreign objects. Maybe they were. The thought chilled your blood, but you lumbered forward another careful step, nearly touching him. It would be okay. It'd be fine. You could do this.

    Dave flinched when your hand went through him as if he'd not realized just how close you were. ...Wait, had he felt that? The contact had been chilly, vaguely electric, but welcome. Familiar. Just needed to keep contact up for it to be warm, right?

    “Come on.. Here. Remember when we were at the aquarium?” you asked, pausing to grin at him. “Would yoooou... want to try that again? No cars this time. It was kind of fun in hindsight. Scary but interesting to back seat in my own body?”

    Were you offering casual possession to an Not-Very-Dave-Like Dave? Yes. Yes you were. It felt important, the closest thing to a hug you could manage when all you craved was contact with someone who couldn't do the literal contact thing very well. Dave stared vacantly, but didn't seem like he was going to dart away anywhere, or at least attempt to given the limitations of the place he was still tethered to. A thought of taming timid woodland creatures crossed your mind as you held your hand out in offer, patient, quiet, smiling.

    “Come on. Come closer. I've really missed you, I can see you, you can see me. I can't hear you and I'm dying for a chat.”

    More staring. ...Okay, you weren't a very patient man in hindsight, but the attempt was still happening.

    “Dave. Come here,” you said again.

    More staring.

    Well. Now or never. Acting quickly, you moved your crutch forward and lunged for the spirit in his red haze as if you were trying to bear hug him, forcing yourself to think as openly as you could. Welcoming as an open door, trying to recreate anything you could from the aquarium as you went right through him and lurched uncoordinatedly straight into your dresser drawers. Another hard wobble as you rebounded too hard in a panic of over-correcting and started to go backwards, passing through Dave a second time directly before starting to head for the floor.

    Though you hadn't been able to see it, the first pass through Dave's body had had a definite effect, a small spark of reaction, memory, something familiar. He'd watched your graceless fumble as well as your rebound without really reacting much beyond observation, too busy trying to organize his own slowly waking thoughts to go further.

    ...Was he home? Where was this? He'd been somewhere else, right? This felt different, it looked different, there was no pink everywhere, no cat.. It felt familiar. Looked familiar. So did the person falling.

    Falling?

    Fuck, falling.

    You were wide eyed and nearly to the floor when the hand extended your direction, and without a second thought you reached up to grab it. Foolish really, trying to grab the hand of a ghost. There was nothing there to really grab, nothing to hold on to or to use to stop the inevitable crash to the ground, but what could you say? When falling the urge to grab a hand was instinctive. Your hand felt like it was numb with cold before it suddenly surged hot, heat racing up your arm and down your spine, making your head swim. You were aware you were changing position and of the world changing place around you, but kept bracing for the impact on the back of your head.

    It never came.

    You felt pressure on your elbows, forearms, and good knee instead. The brunt of the impact was taken in your healthy limbs, injured leg awkwardly elevated and hovering an inch or two above the ground before slowly lowering down.

    ...Wow. That was pretty cool! You'd never even thought of turning like that, it was kind of like a stunt man's moves or something out of a movie. Most importantly, however, you hadn't bashed the back of your head in like a total idiot who'd tried to hug a ghost! Just needed to get up then.

    …

    Just. Needed to get up.

    …

    Preferably with the moving and the getting up actions actually happening instead of just waiting. You tried again, but failed to move out of the weight bearing stance that had successfully broken your fall. Nothing felt heavy or really out of place. More like it felt like your joints were a glimpse of what life was like as the Tin Man after being left out in the rain too long, immobilized. You could feel your glasses starting to slide off your nose towards the ground but couldn't catch and readjust them. They slowly slipped bit by bit off your face before thumping to the ground, leaving your vision blurry and soft.

    ...John?

    “Dave?”

    Well, at least talking was happening. You were grateful your mouth could move, but the talking wasn't very soothing in the face of suddenly being an immobilized statue on the floor.

    “Dave, did. ..Wait, Dave, you're talking now! Where are you at, I can hear you really clearly now!” you realized, voice raising in pitch a bit as the excitement built. Shit, it'd been way too long since you last heard his voice, you hadn't really realized how great it would be to hear him again.

    JOHN

    “Yes, I can hear you! Dave, come down where I can see you, I can't move, I can't see shit at all.”

    ...Wait.

    “...Dave are you why I can't move. Where are you at. I can't see shit,” you repeated, “let me see where you are.”

    John John John John John John John

    “Dave, I'm happy to hear you too but like. Seriously, did you do this?” Had to be. In hindsight there was no way you'd be able to do a cool mid-movement flip like that to avoid damaging yourself in a fall. You were not nearly that coordinated. You felt warmth blossom in your chest and down your spine again, down either leg. You could wiggle your toes for a moment before the statue effect was in place once more.

    JOHN JOHN JOHN JOHN JOHN JOHN JOHN HOME JOHN HOME SAFE JOHN HOME

    “Dave. Dave. Let me stand up! I'm gonna get a cramp! Do whatever you were doing a second ago, I could kinda move for a moment there! You can talk and yell at me all you want but just. Can we go to the bed again? I don't want my leg to hurt.”

    The excited thrumming focused in your chest like a steady bouncing, or like one of those wacky weasel toys that wiggled the ferret on the motorized ball in random directions. You could still hear his voice as if it were getting further and further away before realizing the warmth was focusing centrally before trying to expand outward to each limb at the same time. This was very different from the experience at the aquarium but.. it wasn't bad by any stretch of the imagination. It was kind of comforting actually, especially once you started to realize where things were and could hone in on where Dave was. It had forced you to stop acting automatically and to instead focus inwards at an acute angle that got rid of the borders around your body and the world around you.

    Once again, your body housed two hearts for even a brief moment and you couldn't quite explain just how complete it actually made you feel compared to normal. Not too full but comfortable. Safer. ...Were you missing something, to feel this way? Or was it just a sign of you having a better capacity to work with others?

    Or was it just Dave?

    The warmth ran all the way to your fingertips, coursing through your veins and muscles till you could feel your arms wobble and then go limp. You face planted solidly against your glasses, mashing your nose into the frames hard enough that for a second you were scared you'd break them, pushing back up onto your hands with a sharp gasp. Okay. There was the movement again, but the warmth wasn't dissipating. You could still feel it in your chest, bouncing from side to side and up and down, spinning in circles as your own name was chanted in your ears excitedly.

    JOHN John John JOHN home safe homehomehomesafejohn JOHN SAFE HOME JOHN JOHN JOHNJOHNJOHN!

    You pushed upright to sit flat on your ass and picked up your glasses, taking a moment to rub them clean with the bottom edge of your shirt before putting them back into place. The room returned to crisp, clear outlines and familiar shapes. The pendant was all but burning at your neck, and you realized your lips were curled into a smile that was broad enough it made your cheeks hurt. You were.. happy. Absolutely happy. Whatever had happened between you and Dave, it had fixed the problem before it truly could get started and restored the world to its rightful state of reunion. This was what you'd missed last night when your worry hung in your mind as tangible as spoiled milk.

    “I missed you, Dave,” you whispered, and hugged yourself as tightly as you could. The warmth stopped bouncing around to hold perfectly still for a moment before surging into both of your arms. You realized you couldn't move them again, both hands locked firmly to your upper arms before they began to make rubbing motions, not quite numb but not quite usable. You may have hugged yourself, but you didn't exactly expect 'yourself' to hug you back.

    “Could you feel that too, Dave? Is that why you're doing this?”

    This was unexplored territory, and held plenty of implications you were sure, but in the moment you didn't give a fuck. That fulfilled sensation, the warmth, the foreign feeling of your own hands on your arms that steadily trailed up towards your throat and then your own face as if they were the hands of another? All of it was new and all of it was just memories for the making and taking. You were getting to hug Dave in a flesh and blood way, even if it were only for the moment, and nothing could ever take that away from you. Nobody could claim it was impossible.

    ... John..

    Were you. ..Were you crying? You weren't crying, were you? You were. You could feel hot trails on your face that cooled quickly, and the warmth in your chest was soon joined by a clenching that released in a huffed sob. It was relief, you told yourself. The full relief of everything being okay and returning to normal, of nothing being wrong finally, of questions being answered and of that all but overwhelming sensation of not being alone anymore in your own skin.

    Your right hand lifted to rub your nose as you snorted in an ungainly way to clear your nose. Your left hand, outside of your control, carefully rubbed some of the water from your eyes with its fingertips.

    ...Don't cry...

    “Don't tell me what to do,” you snuffed. “I'll cry if I feel like it, do you have any idea how scared I was that you were gone forever? And then I get you back and you-! And. And you acted like you weren't really there even when you were in front of me and now everything's just. Everything's okay! Everything's okay now!”

    ...Still crying...

    “Shut up and let me have this,” you mumbled. Though the one hand stayed near your face, the arm you were able to move went to hug tight around your rib cage again, trying to hold everything together in case it somehow fell apart or flew away to the breeze. “Let me have this.. Let me have you,” you murmured.

    The tension in your chest lifted and the warmth returned to your limbs, trying to spread to all four at once before it ricocheted around your rib cage again and went straight to your head. You didn't mind the dizziness or the slight ring in your ears, so long as you got to hug it out just a little bit longer.

    “Stay with me like this. Even just a while longer, Dave. ..Please.”

    The warmth stayed, solid and still as stone. You had a feeling it wouldn't be going anywhere any time soon and were grateful. You'd tell the good news to everyone else soon enough. For the time being, though, this happiness was all yours.

[intim3ate]

In the Eye of the Storm

Sombra has been keeping an eye on McCree for some time now. Long enough that she's starting to wonder if maybe he's started keeping an eye on her, too.

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The first time they meet, it’s in a bar.

She’s followed him for quite some time now. Online, on the news, on security feeds, from the higher-ups of Talon themselves. He’s interesting. Intriguing. Jesse McCree has been everywhere and done everything, both behind the scenes and plastered all over wanted posters.

He’s a mystery. A puzzle. And she’s never been able to resist a puzzle.

He sits in a booth at the back of the bar. She’s at a table nearby, watching him. Waiting. He looks around, eyes darting from face to face like he’s looking for something. When his eyes fall on her, she lifts the rim of her margarita glass to her lips, grins as him, and drinks. He watches, but looks away, dismissive.

No matter. She isn’t here to be noticed, anyway.

Hours pass. He chats up the bartender and the waitress every now and then when they bring his drinks over. He drinks more than he should, but Sombra had a feeling he would. It’s a wonder he can stand up without swaying and walk in a straight line to and from the bathroom, but somehow, he manages it, while Sombra starts to feel tipsy after two drinks. McCree has had double that and more.

It’s almost time for the bar to close when the man McCree has been waiting for appears. She recognizes him from the wanted posters, but doesn’t get the chance for a close look in the ten seconds it takes for McCree to stand up, put a bullet in the man’s brain, and leave the bar.

She puts her glass down, half-empty, and leaves the bar just the slightest bit smitten.

 -----

 He bar-hops.

Sombra goes back to the same bar the next day, and the day after that. It isn’t until nearly the end of the week that McCree shows up again. When he does, it’s even quieter than the first time. No shootouts, just amicable chatting. She isn’t close enough to hear what he’s asking about, but the way the barstaffs’ eyes dart around nervously tells her everything she needs to know anyway.

He doesn't show up the night after that, so she moves onto another bar, and then another, hoping to find him. A cowboy should have been easy to find in this day and age, especially this close to the border, but it's surprisingly tricky. Sombra finds herself cursing Gabriel Reyes and his thorough black ops training more than once over the course of her search.

But she finally finds him.

McCree is alone again, nursing a half-empty glass of Bourbon. Sombra sits nearby to watch him. Based on the way he stares through the drink, eyes hazy and unfocused, this is far from McCree’s first drink of the night. She wonders what he’s thinking – or if he’s even still thinking. He looks pretty far gone, but…

He doesn’t even finish his drink before passing out.

Sombra knows she isn’t getting anything out of him tonight, so gets up and leaves (but not before she makes sure there’s a glass of water at his table for when he wakes up).

 -----

 She finally works up the nerve to talk to him almost three weeks into her “investigation.”

They’re at the first bar again. She arrives first, and McCree hardly fifteen minutes later. Sombra watches him take his usual booth and she stands from her table to follow him to it.

“Buy you a drink?” she asks. McCree looks up from the cigar he had been about to light and watches her for a moment, curious, as if trying to figure out any ulterior motives. She doesn’t blame him.

“Sure,” he says at last, and finishes lighting up. He waves the burning tip of the cigar at the spot opposite himself. “Might as well take a seat then, if that’s what you’re after.”

She does. Sombra flags down the bartender and orders them each a whiskey on the rocks. McCree’s brows raise and he moves the cigar from one end of his lips to the other, puzzled, but he doesn’t ask how she knew his order. Instead, he asks, “You live around here? Been seein’ you a lot lately.”

Sombra shrugs. The bartender sets their drinks down in front of them and she wastes no time in taking a sip. “You could say that.”

The ice cubes clack together in McCree’s drink as he swirls it. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Sombra laughs. “It means what I said. I used to live around here. Years and years ago. 

McCree flicks the end of his cigar onto a napkin. “What brings you back, then?”

“Business.” She doesn’t feel the need to elaborate, so she quickly deflects. “I take it you’ve been here a while then?”

“A few weeks,” he admits. Sombra smiles. She already knew that.

“Vacation?”

“You could say that.” The answer is accompanied by a cheeky smile. She returns it as she takes a drink. He takes one too, mirroring her. Their eyes lock and neither of them blinks. It’s like a challenge.

Sombra isn’t quite sure who’s winning.

There’s a moment of comfortable silence where they drink, and McCree smokes. They chitchat, make small talk, and get two more rounds, both of them on Sombra. It’s almost fun. Sombra can’t remember the last time she had a chat like this with anyone, let alone someone as interesting and strange as McCree. She could talk to him for hours, and it feels like she does just that. But even so, she knows it can’t last forever. They both know that.

And so, hours later, their evening comes to an end. McCree stands up slowly, almost reluctantly, when he eyes the clock on the opposite wall. “It’s gettin’ late,” he says. “Best be goin’ soon.”

“Mm.” Sombra down the rest of her last drink, but doesn’t move. She simply watches McCree as he gazes down at her, looking from eye to eye, down to her lips, and back again. She smirks.

“Say… what’s your name, anyway?” McCree asks suddenly. There’s something intense in his gaze that wasn’t there a moment ago, something that pierces through the comfortable alcohol-haze that’s beginning to form. “Don’t feel right not knowin’ who it is that bought me all those drinks.”

Sombra smiles. “Luna,” she lies. “And yours?”

McCree smiles. It doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “You can call me Joel.”

Sombra grins and takes a step back. “Well then, Joel,” she says, “Nice meeting you. Maybe I’ll see you around?” She knows full well she will.

“Here’s hopin’.” McCree tips his hat to her as he turns around and walks out. She smiles to herself as he exits the bar and leaves her behind, trying to tell herself it’s just because she’s one step closer to picking apart the mystery of Jesse McCree.

 -----

 She cycles through the bars. He cycles through them, too. They keep running into each other and Sombra starts to wonder if he’s following her too, but she knows better. He’s here for a reason. And that reason is, ultimately, why she’s here.

But that doesn’t mean she isn’t having fun.

Nearly a week after their first real encounter they’re on their third. They’ve moved past small talk and onto bigger topics. “Joel” tells her all about a childhood spent playing in parks without supervision, and his many summers working in a grocery store as a teenager. He doesn’t mention anything about gangs or guns or anything, and when she asks how he got so good with a gun, he tells her his mother was a crack shot and he learned from the best.

“Is that so?” she asks, stirring her cocktail. “You sure that’s it? Only you look an awful lot like that Jesse McCree from all the wanted posters. You know, the one that runs with the Deadlock gang?”

McCree doesn’t miss a beat. He drinks with a smile on his face and looks her right in the eye. “You know, I do get that a lot. Maybe he’s some long-lost relative of mine.”

Sombra laughs, but doesn’t press it. McCree is a lot less talkative after that.

 -----

 She’s a little more honest with him. It’s their fourth date (when did she start calling these meetings dates?) and Sombra catches him drinking alone, as usual. When she joins him, they waste no time in getting right to it.

“So,” McCree starts, “I told you all about myself last time. You got anything for me?”

Sombra leans in and grabs his drink from him, shooting the entire glass of whiskey right before his eyes. McCree’s brows shoot up. His smile is awed and maybe just the slightest bit irritated. “Looks like you’ve got quite the tale,” he says. Sombra slams the glass down and chuckles.

“Podrías decir eso.”

McCree signals for another drink and orders one for Sombra too. “Go on, then. I got time.”

She tells him about growing up an orphan after the Crisis, about how that wasn’t unusual where she comes from. There were lots of kids without parents -- most of them ended up in gangs or in unhappy foster homes, but she managed to get by just fine. It wasn’t an unhappy upbringing at all, and she makes sure to emphasize how much that life helped her out.

“Not surprised,” McCree says. “You seem like a lady who knows how to get what she wants.”

Sombra leans in and purses her lips. “Oh, you have no idea.”

She doesn’t miss the way McCree’s eyes dart down to her mouth. But he doesn’t move forward; he just takes a puff of his cigar. She licks her lips and backs up. No idea, indeed.

She continues her story, leaving out any and all mention of her hacking. When McCree asks her about her “enhancements” -- a jab she’s sure is just in retaliation for questioning his identity -- she tells him they’re integrated into her nervous system to keep her up and moving. She lies about an accident she suffered from the Crisis, and she doesn’t think he believes her, but he doesn’t push the matter either.

“I could show you, if you like,” she teases. McCree laughs, but it takes him a few good, solid seconds before he politely declines and excuses himself.

 -----

 One night, he isn’t alone.

He’s at a table with a man she doesn’t recognize and doesn’t care to get to know. They flick the ashes of their cigars into a shared ashtray on the table as people nearby frown at them. Nobody dares to tell them they’re not allowed to smoke indoors, though, not with the guns both of them keep a hand on under the table.

She expects another shootout, but it never comes. Instead, they shake hands.

McCree gets up to leave and his eyes fall on her for a moment. She smiles at him. He turns his back and walks away.

 -----

 Sombra doesn’t know how to leave well enough alone.

She looks up the man McCree had been talking with and finds out he’s with some kind of state security agency. It’s a little flashier than most of McCree’s usual ‘business’ dealings, even if all the correspondence between the two men has been heavily encrypted. The pay seems right, though, and the man seems to be on the up-and-up, having contacted McCree about helping shut down a weapon smuggling operation. That seems more his usual forte.

She smiles to herself as she scrolls through the last e-mail. How long has she been following him to know what his usual job preference is?

It doesn’t matter. She finds where the weapons are being stored and tucks herself into bed. She’ll need her rest for tomorrow.

 -----

 She stakes the building out all day. Sombra knows it’s more likely McCree’s lone-ranger raid will happen at night, but he’s been known to be brazen enough to march right into trouble in broad daylight before. She doesn’t want to risk it.

While she waits, she pulls up blueprints and security. She finds all the most likely points of entrance and rotates between them, hoping to catch a glimpse of something interesting happening. But no, it’s all guards walking their patrol routes, all humans and omnics checking on the weapons and packing them away. It looks like they’re planning to ship out soon. 

She sits at her perch on the roof, flicking through holographic security projections. She’s so bored and so used to seeing nothing that she almost misses it when it happens.

A split-second flash of light and a guard crumples to the ground. More flashes, one after another after another. People are firing. Something runs into the field of view of the security cam, and Sombra isn’t surprised at all to see McCree pull his gun and start shooting.

She watches gleefully as he downs guard after guard, soldier after soldier. Their numbers are overwhelming, and yet somehow not a single one can put a scratch on him. It’s amazing.

Sombra bites her lip; takes a deep, steadying breath. She stirs, suddenly tense and excited. She can’t drag her eyes away.

The fight continues. Soon, McCree is the only one still standing. She knows there are more guards outside, though. Waiting for him. He probably knows, too.

But what he doesn’t know is who else is waiting for him.

Sombra watches him leave the camera’s view. She stands up, engages her thermoptic camo, and leaps from the edge of the roof.

 -----

 McCree is cornered when she finds him.

Four omnics crowd him against the wall, guns raised. McCree lifts his hands above his head with a grin, revolver still in his right. “Looks like you got me,” he says. He can’t see Sombra, but she can clearly see the smirk on his lips. He has a plan.

But she has one, too.

Her camouflage falls. She reaches her left hand out, her right gripping her pistol, and hacks all four omnics at once. They fall to the ground, twitching and sparking and convulsing, and McCree shoots them before he even really registers what’s happening. When he looks up from them, Sombra is already disappearing.

His jaw drops. “You’re--”

She laughs and winks at him. “Later, amigo.”

And with one last wave of the hand, she disappears.

 -----

 This time, he finds her.

She’s in the first bar again, half-expecting to spend the next few hours alone. But when she hears the heavy footfalls of boots and the jingling of spurs, she knows she’s in for a treat.

“Hola,” Sombra says, without looking up.  

“Buy you a drink?” McCree asks. No preamble, no small talk. No ‘fancy seein’ you here’: he’s all business. Sombra just shrugs and pretends she isn’t interested, but she’s pretty sure he can see through the act, because McCree pulls out the chair opposite her and sits down without waiting to be invited.

“You were at the warehouse,” he says. She looks up, still feigning disinterest.

“So were you.”

McCree grunts. “Smartass.” She looks up at him. There’s the slightest hint of a grin playing at his lips. Good. “That ain’t where I’m goin’ with this and you know it.”

It takes a moment for Sombra to break the silence that grows between them. She sighs and says, “Right. About that drink....”

She waves the bartender over, orders herself a beer and waits for McCree to say “Whiskey, two fingers” to speak again. Sombra leans back in her seat and watches McCree carefully. “You want to know why I was there?” she asks.

“The thought may have crossed my mind.”

She shrugs. “Same reason as you.” It isn’t exactly a lie.

McCree raises an eyebrow. He isn’t buying it for a second, and she doesn’t blame him. “Right. Fine, then,” he says. “Let’s start at the beginnin’.”

“Go right ahead.”

A waitress places their drinks in front of them. Neither of them make a move to grab it. “Your name ain’t Luna.”

“And you’re not Joel.”

His eyes narrow and she smirks. McCree picks up his glass and drains all of it in one go, and she takes a long, generous swig of hers. “Look, McCree,” Sombra says, placing the glass down again. “Why don’t we take this somewhere a little more private and I’ll tell you everything? Now that you’re onto me anyway.”

His eyes drop. Sombra wonders if he’s checking for weapons or checking her out. Probably the former, but she likes the idea of the latter, so for now she’s willing to let it slide. When he doesn’t see her hiding anything, he nods slowly. “Fine. But we’re goin’ to my place.” “Of course,” she says. She wouldn’t have it any other way.

 -----

 He brings her back to a dingy motel room with faded wallpaper and musty carpets. Sombra opens her mouth to say something, but she doesn’t have time to make a snide remark about the accommodations before McCree’s revolver’s in her personal space. She looks down the barrel and raises her hands slowly.

“You sure know how to treat a lady,” she says.

McCree doesn’t laugh. “Who are you?” he demands.

Sombra takes a step back. She lowers one hand slowly, reaching around to her back, and McCree steps forward, bringing the gun ever closer to her face. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing, nothing!” she insists, just as she gets a hold of her translocator and rolls it along the floor. Right as he turns to it, Sombra disappears and reappears where it lands. She reaches for his gun and pushes it down to aim at the floor at the same second he shoots it. It burns her hand and the shock of it stings, so she waves her hand around to try to ease the pain.

“¡Buen tiro! You almost had me there!” Her fingers wrap around his wrist and squeeze, trying to hold him in place even though she knows he could overpower her in a heartbeat. “Look. I’m not trying to cause trouble here, okay? And if you shoot again, you’re gonna bring a lot of it down on both of us. Is that what you want?”

McCree’s eyes don’t leave hers. The gun doesn’t move. “Thought so. Relajate, McCree.”

She lets him go slowly. Just as slowly, he holsters his gun. “Fine. But not until you answer some questions.”

“Sure,” Sombra says. She grins as she walks backwards, still watching him as she takes a seat on the edge of the creaky motel bed. “First question was about who I am, right? You can call me Sombra.” 

Something flashes in his eye. Recognition, maybe. He knows of her. “Next question?” 

“What were you doin’ at the warehouse?”

“Didn’t you already ask that?” She pouts.

“You never answered.”

“I told you, same thing as you. I was following you.”

“Why were you followin’ me?”

“I think you’re interesting,” she says simply.

McCree stares, brow furrowed. She can just about hear the gears turning in his head. Sombra takes this chance and pushes herself back further on the bed, right to the middle of it. She pats the spot where she had just been sitting: an invitation. His eyes dart from her to the bed, uncertain at first, but he comes over and sits down anyway.

“Interesting, huh?” he mumbles. She nods and scoots closer to him.

“Lone wolf bounty hunter, former gang member and Blackwatch deserter? What’s not fascinating about that?”

“And it has nothin’ to do with Talon?” he practically spits. Sombra flinches, and for a second her composure drops, but she shakes her head.

“I couldn’t give less of a shit about what Talon wants,” she says. “Yeah, maybe they asked me to dig up some dirt on you. But even if I did find anything, it doesn’t mean I’d tell them.”

“And why not?”

The question hangs in the air a moment. Sombra bites the inside of her cheek as she thinks about the best way to answer. “Well, first of all… you’re actually a pretty boring man, McCree.”

“Excuse me? Weren’t you the one what just called me fascinatin’?”

“Sí, pero… You’re pretty much exactly what I expected. But more than that…” She shifts over and presses herself against his side. Sombra’s arms wrap around his neck and she leans in close. “Maybe I just want to keep everything for myself.”

McCree inclines his head, pressing closer to her. She wonders if he realizes what he’s doing, but she isn’t about to stop him. “And what everything is that?” he asks, voice low and husky.

She smirks, teeth bared just a little bit, and plays with the tips of his overgrown hair. “Not much. Like I said, there isn’t much more to you than what I can already see. Even with all the lying.”

He grins right back, the echo of a laugh on his breath as he exhales. His hand slides over to rest lightly on her thigh. “Sorry to disappoint. Think I could make it up to you?”

She tries to ignore the way her heart pounds in her chest, the way her skin prickles and tingles with goosebumps at his low tone. “What did you have in mind…?”

She doesn’t get an answer. Not verbally, anyway, because at the same moment they both lean in, pressing their lips together. Their first kiss is hungry and urgent, forceful and breathtaking. Her hands tangle in his hair and his come around her waist, pulling her close. She presses into him. He presses back. She falls, back hitting the bed, and McCree twists his body to follow her down.

They pull apart to rearrange themselves, Sombra twisting into a more comfortable position and McCree holding himself above her. Her legs come up to wrap around his hips and she uses her foot to nudge his back and push him down, closer to her.

“Is this your way of making things up to me?” Sombra asks, arching her back to press herself against McCree again. He laughs and brings a hand around her to hold her in place against him.

“Figured I might as well show you somethin’ you don’t know, seein’ as that’s the whole reason you’ve been stalkin’ me. Or are you tellin’ me that suddenly you ain’t curious after all?”

“It’s the one thing I’ve been dying to find out,” she deadpans, but not even her dry tone can mask the way she shivers in his hold. She can deny it all she wants, but he’s right: she’s curious. Dangerously so.

“Dyin’, huh?” he asks. “Well, I’ve never been one to keep a lady waitin’. And I ain’t about to start now.”

Sombra chuckles and leans up to nip at his lower lip. “Then shut up and kiss me, vaquero.”

He does. She meets him halfway and they collapse onto the bed, her underneath him and grinding up against his hips. She feels the bulge in his jeans and her mouth practically waters. She moans involuntarily, and McCree swallows it down, coaxing her mouth open and slipping his tongue inside. Sombra meets it with her own, pushing back just as hard as he is and licking at the inside of his mouth.

McCree groans and his grip on her tightens. It’s a surprise to Sombra when he pulls away, and she’s got a protest ready on her lips, but it dies when he moves to kiss her jaw, her ear, her neck. She inhales deeply and lets her head fall back to give him more room to work. The whole time, her hips roll into his, and she nearly whines when he pulls away from her once more. But he tugs on the collar of her coat and Sombra sits up, following his movement eagerly.

He slides the coat down her shoulders. As he sets it aside, she lifts her arms and slips her shirt off over them. As soon as her chest is bared, McCree dives back in to kiss and nip at her now fully-exposed neck. His hand slips under her bra and she reaches behind herself to unclasp it. She peels off her gloves for good measure, too, before she tangles a hand in his hair to keep McCree in place. She relishes in the feel of it between her fingers, in the way his beard scratches lightly against her skin as he moves further and further downward.

Sombra shivers as he reaches her collarbone and cries out when he bites down. Her head falls back again and she squeezes her eyes shut, lost in the sensation. “A little rough there,” she says, breathless and desperate, and McCree laughs against her skin. It sends the smallest vibration through her, and she can feel it tingle all the way down to her cunt. She’s already wet - has been for a while. She doesn’t even notice how bad it is until she feels McCree’s hand drop down to rub between her legs.

“Somethin’ tells me you can handle it.” He grins at her, far too smug for his own good.

“Try me.” Sombra rolls her hips, trying to force more contact. To prove him right or to prove him wrong, prove that she can take even more than this, she isn’t sure, but the result is the same: McCree doesn’t miss a beat. He crooks his finger, gently stroking her through her leggings in time with the movement of her hips. But it isn’t enough, and they both know it.

“What is it, sweetheart?” he asks, tone way too light to be innocent. He knows full well what he’s doing, and Sombra hates it.

So she retaliates. She reaches down between her legs to grab McCree’s wrist and yank it away from her cunt, and although she immediately regrets not having something firm to rock against, she sticks to her plan and brings McCree’s hand to her mouth to kiss the palm of his glove. “I want this off now,” she says, and before he even has a chance to peel it off, she takes the seam of a leather-covered fingertip between her teeth and tugs, just enough to loosen it.

A puff of air falls from McCree’s lips. His eyes are wide with awe as he moves his hand down, freeing it from the glove as Sombra pulls it off with her teeth. It dangles there for a moment and McCree just stares, taking it all in. But the moment soon passes and he’s back on her, tearing the glove from her mouth and smashing his lips against hers, forceful enough to push her over. She wraps her arms around his neck more out of instinct than anything else, but it works out in the end, since it gives her a chance to tangle her fingers in his hair again and hold him to her.

Her tongue slips past his lips and his hand comes back between her legs. His fingers rub her through her leggings once again, more insistent now, and even though she still can’t feel enough, it’s still something -- still better than with the glove on. Sombra rolls her whole body into him, hips into his hand and chest against his. It’s uncomfortable with his chestplate on, though, so she slides her hands from his head down his back to clutch at it, but all she gets is a few fistfuls of serape. “Come on, take it off already,” she whines into McCree’s mouth. He laughs, a sound short and breathless and way hotter than it has any right to be, but he does as she wants and reaches around to undo the latches.

She shifts under him and lets go just long enough for McCree to tug off his serape, discard his armor, and set it aside. The second it’s out of his hands, Sombra sits up and goes to work on the buttons of his shirt, undoing them as quickly as she can. Her long nails make it only the slightest bit inconvenient, but when she slips and accidentally scratches McCree’s chest, Sombra finds she doesn’t care anymore: the guttural moan that tears from his throat makes it more than worth the wait.

But it gives her an idea. Sombra slides McCree’s shirt from his shoulders and lets him shrug out of it. As he does, she threads her fingers in his hair again and pulls, hard, forcing him to look at the ceiling. And there it is again, that perfect sound, half-swallowed by the way his throat is stretched out long and pretty for her. Sombra smirks and brings her other hand down to rest between his legs, cupping the very generous bulge in his jeans.  “Shouldn’t be surprised you like it a little rough,” she says, and she surges forward, sinking her teeth into his neck and sucking a mark into his lovely sun-kissed skin.

McCree jolts under her, thrusting his hips up into her hand unthinkingly. Sombra can feel his dick twitch under her palm. It makes her mouth water.

Impatient now, she presses the heel of her palm down and curls her fingers inward, holding him just that little bit tighter. McCree gasps. And that’s it, Sombra decides. She has to get these pants off him now.

She lifts her hand off his crotch and lets go of his hair so she can make quick work of his belt, button, and fly. As she does, Sombra moves around McCree, kissing down his neck, across his collarbones, up the other side. Her chest pressed against his, and she can tell he delights in it just as much as she does. McCree isn’t loud, by any means, but it’s clear his control is slipping a little. Sombra grins; that’s exactly what she wants.

Pants open at last, McCree shifts so Sombra can tug them and his boxers off. She wastes no time in taking hold of his exposed cock, squeezing it and pumping it slowly. She relishes in the feel of it, hard and thick in her hand.

“Oh…” she sighs. Sombra looks down to watch herself. She misses the way McCree grins and leers at her. He hums to himself and curls his body inward, close enough his lips can come to rest on the shell of her ear.

“Cat got your tongue?” he teases. Sombra swallows hard, ready to tell him ‘Never,’ but McCree doesn’t give her time to answer. He nips at her ear and laughs, sending a shiver all the way through her. “‘Bout damn time.”

“Hmph. Didn't see you complaining before,” she says. “But if you really want to shut me up, I’m sure you could find a way.”

McCree’s eyes widen, then narrow. He practically growls at her before he moves away again, shuffling back so he rests against the flimsy headboard. He beckons for her to follow him, but Sombra is already moving, already back on him, kneeling between his legs as he pulls her in for another long, desperate kiss.

Sombra sighs into the kiss as McCree’s flesh hand squeezes her breast. He flicks her nipple with her thumb and she moans quietly, shuddering with delight as he lavishes attention on it. At the same time, his metal hand roams up and down her back, slipping lower with every cycle of movement. It isn’t long before he’s running his fingertips along the curve of her ass, and when he does, she pushes back into his hands. He laughs, a harsh breath of air through his nose. He grabs her roughly. “Like that?” McCree murmurs against her lips, and Sombra nods frantically. She can feel his teeth against her lips, exposed in a cheeky grin.

“Good,” he says. And then he kisses her again, tongue licking into her mouth, and when she pushes back McCree slips his fingers underneath the waistband of her leggings to tug them down and expose her. Sombra shuffles to get them further down her legs, and soon they’re off, kicked away and forgotten. She can feel his hands now, flesh and metal both, tracing over her ass and groping it lovingly. Sombra gasps and breaks the kiss, mouth falling open and hair falling into her eyes. But it’s still not enough.

… Until, suddenly, it is. McCree lifts one hand from Sombra’s ass to thread in her hair while the other slips around to her front, right between her legs. At the same time it slips between her labia and lightly presses against her clit, McCree presses down on her head, forcing Sombra to come face-to-face with his cock. She licks her lips. He strokes her hair. With a quick, deep breath, Sombra opens her mouth wide to take in the head of McCree’s cock.

She feels him twitch beneath her, stretching his body out and arching his back. Sombra isn’t sure if it’s instinctive or if he’s purposely trying to give her better access, but the result is the same: the movement forces his cock deeper into her mouth, and she takes it gladly, pushing herself even further down onto it. It’s only when she almost reaches the base that McCree seems to remember what he was doing, and he starts to move his finger back and forth, ghosting over her clit over and over again until he decides to slip his finger into her pussy. He pushes it in and out of Sombra slowly and deliberately, feeling her out until he’s ready to add another. When he does, Sombra pops off his dick and moans loudly, allowing herself just a moment to recover.

“You good down there? Not too much for you, am I?” McCree asks, and she looks up to see him smirking down at her. But he doesn’t look nearly as composed as he thinks he does: McCree’s face is flushed a dark red, his hair is even messier and more disheveled than usual, and sweat is beginning to bead at his temples. Sombra can hardly handle it, but she knows she wants to see more, see him even further gone than he is.

“Like hell,” she says, right before she dives back down onto him with renewed fervor.

McCree jerks his hips and crooks his fingers. Sombra grunts around him. She breathes in deep through her nose and clenches her eyes shut, trying to adjust to the feeling of his thick fingers inside her and the head of his dick pressing against her palette. She feels so unbelievably full right now. It's breathtaking – intoxicating. She isn't sure she’ll ever get enough.

So she tries for more. Sombra takes McCree in all the way to the base of his dick and swallows around him. The choked groan he lets out is music to her ears, and she wants to stay, hold him right where he is, but she’s close to choking herself, so she pulls up a bit, hollowing her cheeks to suck on him as she moves up and down.

“Fuck!” McCree thrusts up into her mouth without thinking, and the hand in her hair comes up to his mouth. He bites down, trying to distract himself with some pain, and Sombra looks up at him from under her lashes. She smirks around him right as he looks down. Their eyes meet, and he quickly has to pull her off of him.

“Shit, Sombra…” His breathing comes hard and heavy. He can hardly get the words out. “I…”

She sits up and pulls herself off of his fingers. “Te callas,” Sombra says, clapping a hand over his mouth. He stares at her with hazy, unfocused eyes, and she smiles at him, toothy and wicked. “Do you want to come or not?”

He nods, but she’s already moving, not giving him time to answer properly. McCree just watches her, not quite comprehending what she’s doing until she spreads her legs, resting a knee on either side of his body. She looks down at his dick, smudged with the last remnants of her lipstick, and licks her lips. When she looks back up at McCree, his eyes go wide. He knows what’s coming, and Sombra relishes in it. She winks at him and lets herself go, sinking down onto his cock slowly.  

McCree’s head falls back. His hands come around her and he grasps her hips lightly, almost as if he doesn’t know what he’s doing. Sombra can barely comprehend it, either; McCree is big, and he stretches her out and presses against her in all the right ways. It’s almost overwhelming. But she wants him too much to stop now.

She clenches down around him, trying to adjust, and McCree’s hips jerk upward, driving his dick even deeper into her. Sombra cries out and puts a palm on his chest, splaying her fingers against it. “Wait,” she says. McCree squeezes her hips. He kisses her palm and she lifts it from his lips.

“You okay?” he asks, suddenly shockingly tender. Sombra looks up and grins at him.

“Of course,” she says. “Just… wasn’t expecting that.”

McCree laughs. “Neither was I.” He squeezes her again. It takes a second, but once Sombra adjusts enough she’s sure she won’t just come on the spot, she lifts herself up and slowly lowers herself again. McCree’s eyes flutter shut and he breathes deeply, finally letting himself get lost in the feeling of being fucked.

When she finally finds a satisfying rhythm, Sombra leans in and kisses McCree again. He groans against her lips and she slips her tongue past his, already eager and desperate for more. She speeds up her pace and the kiss gets sloppier; the faster she bounces up and down on his dick, the harder it is for her to pay attention to what her mouth is doing, so she just ends up panting and whimpering into his mouth. She can feel herself getting close. Judging by the way McCree’s thrusts get shallower and clumsier, he must be getting close too.

“Fuck!” She hisses, pulling away from McCree’s mouth and biting down on her lip. McCree’s grip tightens on her hips and he starts to move her, forcing her up and down faster and harder. He lifts his hips and she pushes down on him, one two three more times, and that’s it -- she’s coming, clenching down around him, every muscle in her body tightening. She digs her nails into his shoulders and keeps rocking her hips, trying to ride out her orgasm even further, to get everything she can --

He pushes her off of him suddenly and she clenches around nothing, writhing against the sheets and very nearly sobbing from the loss of his cock inside her. But he’s there again quickly, over top of her now, and slamming back into her. Sombra practically screams as he continues to thrust into her, harder than ever. She comes again, toes curling and fingers nearly tearing the sheets beneath her. Sweat drips from McCree’s forehead. He grits his teeth and groans one last time as he pulls out of her. Sombra lifts her head to watch as he comes, spilling himself in small spurts all over her stomach.  

McCree collapses beside her, eyes closed and chest heaving. Sombra lies there, trying to catch her breath too, turning her head to watch him. McCree cracks an eye open and grins at her. She smiles back.

They lie there for a few long minutes, each still coming down from their post-coital high. Sombra reaches for something to clean herself off and comes up with McCree's shirt. He watches and gives her a half-hearted shrug, and she goes ahead and crumples it up, wipes the cum off her skin, and tosses it away. McCree laughs and sits up, reaching over to the bedside table to grab a cigar and a lighter. He lights up and falls back onto the bed, taking a deep drag and blowing out the smoke in a dark, billowing cloud. Sombra shuffles up next to him, plucks the cigar from his mouth, and takes a drag herself.

McCree says nothing about it. He just watches her smoke until she puts the cigar back between his lips. The rest of it is finished off in silence.

He stubs the cigar out in the ashtray next to the bed, then rolls over to face Sombra. His eyes dart down to her lips. The question burns in his eyes, but he doesn’t bother to ask it: he just leans forward and kisses her. She lets him, smiling into it and wrapping her arms around his neck.

McCree hums into the kiss and moves to straddle her. Sombra doesn't quite let him; she lifts her legs and wraps them around his waist. McCree cups her cheek with his hand, and she leans into it. The pads of his fingers are a little bit rough against her oversensitive skin, but she loves it. Sombra's mouth falls open on a quiet moan and McCree’s tongue slips into it, sliding against hers.

She feels McCree's metal hand trace down her side, cold enough to make her shiver both in discomfort and delight. His fingers curl around her hip and he lifts her up just enough that he can run his finger along her slit. Sombra gasps into his mouth and he pulls back, teeth bared in a smug smile.

“I ain't finished with you yet,” he says, and all too late Sombra realizes he's starting to get hard again. He rolls his hips into hers and slips a finger inside her. No buildup and no preamble, but it does exactly what he wants anyway: Sombra arches her back and presses herself closer to him, already eager for more. It doesn't take much to get her wet again - a few well-timed strokes of his fingers inside of her and she's shaking in his grasp.

“Wasn't expecting to go again so soon,” Sombra says, voice strained with her heavy breathing. “Maybe you do have a few surprises left in you after all.”

“That's what I’ve been tryin’ to tell ya.” McCree grins, completely unperturbed by her teasing. He reaches down between his own legs and pumps himself quickly, bringing himself back to full hardness. Sombra licks her lips as she watches. It's barely been twenty minutes, and she's already dying to have his dick back inside her.

“Hurry up already,” she chides, rocking against his fingers. McCree chuckles and pulls his hand out only to flip her over onto her stomach.

“Greedy little thing, ain't ya?” He leans over to kiss down her back, one two three four and one more to the base of her spine. He lines the head of his cock up at her entrance and pushes in, torturingly slow. Sombra’s breath shudders as it leaves her. She clenches her fists in the sheet and pushes back against him, taking him in deeper. McCree laughs and gives her exactly what she wants before she can ask for it: he starts up a quick pace, moving in and out of her smoothly.

Sombra turns her head to watch him. He catches her eye and grins down at her before thrusting in sharply, adjusting the angle just enough to make her see stars. Sombra bites her lip to stop herself crying out, but to no avail; McCree slams into that spot over and over again, and she can't stop the noises she makes in response.

“Ahh! Fuck, McCree, please-” She rolls her hips, grinding back against his pelvis while she still can. Sombra can hardly see him through her lashes, but what she can see is McCree's mouth pressed shut, his face lined in concentration. He's going to come soon, she can feel it, and-

Her own orgasm takes her by surprise. Sombra cries out one last time, back curving, and McCree keeps thrusting into her, stuttered and haphazard, trying to hold on until she’s finished coming, and he only just manages to do it; he pulls out right as the last wave of Sombra’s orgasm washes over her. She hardly registers the feeling of something splattering against her ass and thighs as she collapses down onto the bed. McCree follows her half a second later, rolling onto his side so he can face her.

Sombra looks at him, not completely comprehending what she’s seeing until he reaches out, touches her face, and laughs. He pulls her to her, apparently not caring about the mess he’s made, and nuzzles into her damp hair. 

Sombra yawns and presses her back into his chest. “Just couldn’t get enough, huh?”

McCree hums. A hand comes up to cup and squeeze one of Sombra’s breasts. “Been a long time since I’ve felt like this,” he says. “Wanted to make it last.”

Sombra swallows and slaps McCree’s thigh, but with no real force or heat behind it. She can’t believe he just said that -- it’s stupidly sweet and she’s so, so glad he can’t see her face right now, because she’s sure it’s bright red. “¡Te callas!” she hisses. But she quickly settles down when he squeezes her tighter to him. 

“Sure, sure,” he mumbles, voice thick with exhaustion and contentment. “Just… lemme enjoy this for a bit, will you?” He yawns and kisses the back of her neck. Goosebumps prickle along her arms.

She takes a deep breath. “...Yeah. Okay.” Sombra closes her eyes. She can feel McCree slowly relaxing against her, and when his breathing steadies and deepens, she finally lets herself relax.

She turns in his arms and kisses his forehead. “Never took you for a cuddler,” she mumbles, knowing she won’t get a response. But it’s okay -- she’s fine with this. It’s just one surprise after another with Jesse McCree, it seems. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Sombra yawns and closes her eyes. She doesn’t know if she’ll still be here with him in the morning. But for now, she’s content to just let him hold her as she drifts off to sleep.

[clumsyclifford]

hello!! i am back and on desktop this time. the blog is just as pretty. alex + yellow = v v attractive jfc. this is a long one so buckle in.

to begin: i hope you have the most fun on your day road trip and sing your heart out to atl and taylor swift. i love driving long distances and idk just driving in general is fun. have the absolute best time MWAH

my birthday is in november!! november 23 to be specific. i share it with miley cyrus which is something i always found to be very cool when i was growing up and watching hannah montana. it also means i am a sagittarius and funny little fact i realized is that my best friend is a gemini. alex and jack are also a sagittarius and a gemini. from being 13 i know that tyler and josh from twenty one pilots are also a sagittarius and a gemini. something about sagittarius and gemini besties idk.

also yeah!! ao3 year in review!! it's a bit complicated to figure out at first and if you read a lot the finding pages thing can be pretty tedious, but it's def worth it once you figure it out. it gives you a lot of different stats about everything you read and it's pretty cool. now i am going to go look at your fics to remember my favs. you deserve the praise so i am willing to offer it. jeez you write a lot i respect the motivation sm. you write quite a bit of angst and i won't lie i try to stay away from angst so i haven't read your fics that seem super angst-y based on the tags. BUT there are still so many i recall reading and loving nonetheless. on a quick scroll-through: i usually don't read high school AUs but "paint me in trust (i'll be your best friend)" was super adorable and lovely. "thank god i'm yours" is one of my favs iirc. also i love love love "it's not always easy (but i'm here forever)" like yes please romanticize alex gaskarth i love it sm. "i won't be silent (and i won't let go)" and "i fell asleep in a city that doesn't" are both super fluffy and romantic and are favs of mine. in case you haven't picked up on it i adore very fluffy and romantic fics lmao. alright i am continuing to scroll and there are so many more i could list that i love but this section is getting quite long. just know if it's about a kitchen or hotel rooms being for lovers i probably read it and adored it and that pov is so valid.

waterparks!! will not lie i only really started listening to them about 6 months ago having been distantly aware of their existence for several years by being a fan of bands in the same genre. listen as long as you let yourself be vaguely annoyed by awsten is prevents you from being in love with him. follow him on any social media platform for like a day and you'll be sick of him typing in nothing but all caps within hours. simply do not romanticize him and you can keep yourself from falling!! so this is coming from a slightly fake parx fan, but some of my favs by them have been peach (lobotomy), crave, numb, fuzzy, violet!, you'd be paranoid too, and lowkey as hell. that is a very songs-from-their-most-recent-album-heavy rec, but whatever. i did give the disclaimer about being a fake parx fan.

yeah hayley does have 2 solo albums now!! petals for armor and flowers for vases / descansos. pfa is the one i didn't really like upon first listen but has grown on me. i haven't even listened to the second one in its entirety oops but we won't mention it. dead horse is good but simmer (pretty sure that was the other single??) just ain't it for me. the album has some lovely songs but it's just a hit or miss album all the way through. some favs of mine on it include pure love, taken, crystal clear, watch me while i bloom, and why we ever. it's sorta a storyline album about healing if that adds anything to it?? but anyways. i started listening to paramore around the time after laughter dropped and it grew to be one of my fav albums in existence. idle worship is probably one of my fav songs like ever. i def understand being slightly put off by bands with songs that make religious references (me with twenty one pilots' earlier music that makes a lot more religious references considering i'm not religious whatsoever) but i think i am blinded by being in love with hayley williams and just ignore it. idk that she's like super religious?? she's addressed believing in god and stuff a few times but she's def not the "rub it in your face" type and if she's making refs in music more recently then they're subtle enough i'm not noticing them. ik albums like brand new eyes had a lot more because it was shortly after that the band split and the songwriting process was essentially her and ex-bandmate co-songwriter arguing about their religious beliefs (turns out he ended up being super homophobic and transphobic all based on his religion so do with that what u will and thank the clown for leaving). i feel u on the "i meant to start listening to them" because that's essentially how i started listening to them. i told myself i was going to and then finally forced myself to do it. fuck falling for awsten knight what's more risky is falling in love with hayley </3

also yeah!! you've articulated my feelings towards tde. every song is so vastly different that it's hard to like it all. #1 fan is pretty decent though, and that's not just my bias about finding both ross and his gf hot and a cute couple and getting to see them together and ross half naked in a mirror in the video nope not at all. he's my fav himbo!! he has no personality!! no thoughts head empty!! i still love him and his strawberry-growing saga on twitter tho <3 the hazard of being in love with ross lynch since i was 12. girlfriend better be a fucking banger and there's quite a few already released singles in the tracklist so i have hope. i believe my show is in chicago on november 19 which is a thursday. kinda sucks since i intentionally bought the chicago tix nearly two years ago (the show was originally supposed to be april 25 2020. lol.) because the show was on a saturday and i have to drive 3 hours to get there. obviously i can't speak for them as tde but r5 shows always fucking slapped and i can vouch for them (realized i haven't seem them live since 2016?? 5 YEARS?? wtf) so if u genuinely like them. would recommend going to see them.

anyways. i have not listened to luke's solo album yet. i plan on it. this has gotten so long but i tried to respond in all areas and even organized it in different paragraphs this time (thanks being on desktop!!). hope you are well. hope you have a lovely day. hmm what's a little "going on in my life" fact. i got new glasses a few days ago and my eyes essentially said fuck off because adjusting to the new prescription has left me with eyes that hurt and occasionally slightly nauseous. here is to hoping my eyes get their shit together. mwah LOVE YOU TOO - the other bella/cubs anon/idk

okay hi hello. i have put this off because holy hell it's long but let's do it. i am putting a cut because this whole thing is long even without my answer

first: the road trip was super fun thank you!!! i am intrigued by this information regarding sags and geminis, we should do some scientific inquiry. enquiry. i don't know if there's a difference between those words.

aha! well i tried the ao3 year in review thing and i would say it had about 55% accuracy but still i agree it's fun to look back at that kind of stuff. and i feel you on the angst thing i go through phases of writing angst-heavy stuff and then writing very fluffy stuff and it is entirely based on my mental state buuuut i have lots of fluff and i'm glad you found it all and that you liked it yay <333 KITCHENS ARE FOR LOVERS i will die on that fuckin hill. hotel rooms as well but primarily kitchens.

dfgjhgdlfkhgdfmj honestly i dont use twitter enough that i would see his tweets enough that that would bother me also the fact that he tweets in all caps means that i just picture him yelling everything he tweets which i find absolutely hysterical so i don't think that would help. i have added these parx songs to my listen asap playlist and will get to them when i get a chance thank you i am excited also i already know lowkey as hell and it slaps super hard so im very much lookin forward to the rest of these. merci merci

YEAH simmer was the one i didnt vibe with. and honestly i feel zero compulsion to get into hayley williams as a solo artist. i just don't vibe enough to want to do that so i doubt i'll be listening to her anytime soon but maybe if i hear the songs in passing or get super bored one night, idk who can really say. but yeah christianity typically puts me off of music (speaking as a very jewish bitch) although there are notable exceptions in the cases of thomas rhett and the driver era. i'm just not attached to hayley enough to be like ehhh this doesnt matter. does that make sense

FAVORITE HIMBO PLEASE HGSDFGDFGKLFGJ i dont follow him on twitter but i have seen some interviews of ross and rocky and tbh they're great i love the way ross speaks like i like his speech mannerisms and i like his FACE and HAIR and. yeah. i think hes pretty. and i think he and 5sos SHOULD collab i think that would be sexy as hell. can you imagine that. oh my god can you imagine a ross lynch/luke hemmings collab. i'm not even really talking to you anymore bella because i know you haven't listened to luke yet and don't have a stake in it but if anyone else is reading this long ass answer. ross & luke collab. okay im going to move on and not think about that now. but i probably won't see tde unless i get a job this semester because i'm trying to stop spending so much money on big indulgent things like concerts likeee i was in a really good habit of not spending that much and then suddenly i got paid for one summer and i was just goin Crazy and i need to dial it back. plus i wanna see ajr and noah kahan equally bad so like. i have to make some calls about priorities here. it's Much to think about

good luck to your eyes i'm sure your new glasses are hella cute tho!!! LOVE YOUUUUUUU

[capracornia]

concept time;

Star of the Butterfly Dynasty was the Queen of Mewni, after meddling in the dark arts which led to the death of her own mother (yup, she’s a straight up killer guys). Her practices in the dark arts eventually led to varying transformations– her butterfly form horns became a pale red and permanent, her pupils dilated and eyes gave off a yellow glow, her ears grew pointed, and her mouth was filled with sharp teeth. Additionally, her body was covered with purple veins, traces of the dark spells (yeah Eclipsa’s spells). Basically evil star, but she’s still queen, and has enslaved or killed most monsters (and Mewmans). Toffee is the reptilian prince of monsters, hidden away from Star, and only a teen. He’s sent to Earth for his protection along with a pair of magical scissors (from Heckapoo, ex-member of the high commission), where he meets a girl named Moon, who lives with her father, Marco, in a small town. He quickly becomes her best friend, and gets in plenty of trouble despite them being relatively cautious kids (trouble just happens to find them). And basically the normal plot things happen. Instead of Ludo it’s a hunter named Ruberiot, who’s kind of equally incompetent, and The Resistance as lackeys (99% of the time they can’t along long enough to capture Toffee). Jackie is switched with River, the boy of Moon’s dreams since, like, kindergarten. Moon learns she is the daughter of Star, and that Marco took her to Earth to escape Star’s tyranny and unethical practices in dark magic. Moon steals Toffee’s scissors and flees to Mewni, to confront her mother. Using Marco’s scissors (also given to him by Heckapoo), Toffee chases after her, and he has a scuffle with the guards. Moon speaks with Star, who’s surprised to see her daughter after over a decade, and tries to persuade Moon to “join her”, but Toffee interrupts and Moon refuses. Toffee fights Star with his scissors, when Moon steals Star’s wand, her birthright, and it transforms. Moon blasts Star away, and flees with Toffee back to Earth. Back on Earth, Toffee praises Moon for being “absolutely, stunningly incredible!” causing Moon to have a slight, m a s s i v e crush on him (which is quite conflicting to her River obsession). Marco asks what happened, knowing fully well what happened, and they explain. Marco’s like 100% d o n e . But he’s a good dad and supports his daughter through this (“I had a mom all this time, and you never said anything??”) and tries his best to make her understand what he needed to do (“Moon, you saw it yourself. Your mother’s unstable”). Of course Moon has a “we can help her” mindset, but she’s not entirely sure they can herself. Marco gives her the Book of Spells, which he’s had since he left Mewni (Glossaryck’s been hibernating for years and only comes out for pudding). Then it’s something along figuring out how to use her new wand, processing she’s a princess, and that Toffee’s got a pretty price on his head. Plus she gets to go through Mewberty at some point (“Wait… Toffee’s a boy 😍😍😍” “MOON NO”). Moon gets asked by River to the dance (to Toffee’s distaste), during which Star comes to Earth and hunts down Toffee. She doesn’t come to kill him though, only give him a warning to stay out of her way and stay away from her daughter. When he refuses to stop his contact with Moon, she uses Eclipsa’s spell to cut off his finger, which he’s unable to grow back (and is terrified she can cUT FINGERS OFF). When Moon finds out, she insists Toffee leave her, pointing out she’s the reason Star did that. They’re living life pretty normally, a guy (like, equivalent of Oskar and Ruberiot) at the Song Fest™ (an indie rock festival that comes to town) and they get that blood moon ball vibe where they’re in a “couple spotlight”. Song Day: Happen. So it’s abbot awkward between them but they’re tryna be mature abt it (they can’t they failed). Then Marco goes disappearing for a couple days, the end of school party happens, and Toffee is told that his family is dead at the hands of the Queen (who still possesses magic, just not a wand). Toffee decides to return to Mewni, but before that, finds Moon, kisses her, and admits “I do like you, Moon Diaz, very much in fact”. And then l e a v e s . Smooth. Moon’s totally pissed and hunts him down on Mewni, where they gain help from Janna, an old friend of Star’s. She explains that the darkness Star’s using is from the spells and incantations in the Eclipsa chapter, and that if they wanted to stop her, they’d have to talk to Eclipsa herself. They find Rhombulus, who (hesitantly tbh) frees part of Eclipsa, and basically young moon and Eclipsa scene y'know, only this time she gets to go and say, “I need a spell to kill my mother.” They make the deal that when Star falls, Eclipsa would be freed. Toffee finds Marco in the dungeon and frees him, when they hear a loud explosion. They look to see that Star performed the whispering spell on Moon’s wand, which destroyed itself and took Moon along with it (u know where this is goin). Toffee becomes so enraged he flat out murders Star this ain’t a kids au no more. Moon does the whole dipping dooooooowwwwnnnnnn thing and revives with a new wand (new designs, yay!) and the crushing news her mom’s dead but it ain’t that crushing. Eclipsa’s freed, and takes over as “Queen of Mewni”, saying since she was when she left off she should still be now, which tbh the people are fine with because sure she’s been dead for hundreds of years and yeah she ran off with a monster lover but she’s better than Star so. Moon doesn’t mind so much since she doesn’t want to leave Earth so soon, especially her father, and knows nothing about being queen anyways (Jesus Christ, she realizes, she’s going to have to be a queen one day). Toffee’s hailed as Monster Savior, but tbh he just wants to go home. To earth. even tho moon’s still angry abt the kiss she wants aNSWERS DANGIT. And they get to live happy (for now).

[star-maiden-fufu]

1-37 for the LL ask~ :p

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Welp this is goin under cut for bein fuckin massive then lol

cept the first 3, ill keep them above the read more

1. Maki for u’s, You and Mari for Aqours (Yoshiko used to be one of my Aqours best girls, but she’s slipped a lil, mostly due to lack of appearances in SIF =_=)

2. I really like Yuu Aizawa, the sleepy stargazer. Her cards are really cute too ;3;

3. Nobody in PDP really sticks out for me right now, while I do still like them. If i had to choose tho, either Ai or Rina, just for both of them bein interesting

4. Only been playing since about October I think. More around the latter half of October just cos I vaguely recall not finishing the daily login calendar before it started fresh for November. But hey, I’ve stuck in longer w/ this than i have most things lol, maybe ill be able to make it to a year played!

5. Only on EN, though I have 2 accounts; my main, which was actually given to me by a friend who didn’t use it anymore, so I technically started from something that already had some progress to it, and my side account, which is more for casual playing

6. As of right now and what songs are available on EN, I’ve cleared nearly every song available. I’ll admit ive gotten a little lazy with my Easy and Normal songs since I mainly play Expert now, but with the current limited time goal to full combo 75 times, im goin back to my Easy and Normal songs and I’m clearing them to also fulfil that goal. 

Masters tho, lol I don’t touch those. Maybe a couple, but I dont count (not that I can anyway since they leave rotation after a while lol)

7. Admittedly, mostly Hard songs, just cos they still feel kinda fun but cos they’re slightly easier than Expert songs (obvs) they feel a little less stressful to play. :’D Some stand outs include Zurui yo Magnetic Today, Strawberry Trapper and Kimeta yo Hand in Hand.

(Which as a lil bit of bonus trivia, are all also songs I struggle w/ on EX :’D)

And a few Dailies as well (still on Hard) like Kohaku Biyori and Otome Shiki Renai Juku

8. Currently on my main i have the Aqours 3rd year badge (I think I equipped it as a good luck thing when I was scouting for V-day Mari) and my background is the UTX cafeteria to fit v-day Mari, who’s also my partner :’D

My side account, I just have the BiBi badge and I’m using the recent Aqours boat background

9. Shit :’’)

nah but seriously, I am Smile cursed like fuck (yet mostly w/ SSRs, haven’t gotten a Smile UR yet aside from Fruits Eli who came with my account), but my Pure luck w/ u’s is terrible. My Cool luck is alright tho, given that I’ve got a few SSRs and two of the 3 Cool URs I have are scorers :’D

My side account is much more Cool cursed tho, and once again, my Pure team seems to be suffering rip

Eternally anti-Pure cursed no matter the account

10. I have one example that I can list for the next point on this list, so I’ll list the other story I have;

I was scouting for Christmas You back when she came to EN, and the first scout I did (with a 10+1 ticket) crashed my game 8′’) so I didnt get to see the box open

So i booted my game up, kinda panicking in case I lost the scout after saving that ticket (that i’d bought w/ actual money). Went to the scouting screen first; red ticket option wasn’t available. Went to my member list and ordered by newest.

And You’s Initial UR was just sitting in my inventory 8′’D

(I’m still kinda salty I didn’t get Christmas You, but I still got a UR of her so… eh? 8′D Hopefully her Cyber card comes home when I scout for it!)

11. Literally all the best scouting luck I have seems to go toward my side account, cos I have 2 URs on there, and they’re both idolised 8′D

Like I’ve told both these stories on here before but fuckit, I’ll tell em again briefly;

I once used the green ticket you get w/ a new account just to scout and get a goal done w/ plus get another ticket; out comes Devil Nico

Later I had enough blue coupons to do a blue coupon scout; its a UR envelope, and its Devil Nico again 8′D

and now recently, I did two scouts for Animal Yoshiko; got her in both scouts, and she’s idolised as well.

12. Okay, so obvs anyone would say getting a single SR or SSR pull, and I’ve had those before, but I might as well talk about a scout i did on my main, back when Job Kanan was on EN

Ive got some 10+1 tickets and Im saving them to scout for both Angel Mari and Cyber You, but i decided to use one for the Job set, cos I could get another one when the start of the month packs came out

It was a single SSR

and it was Initial Mari

whom I already have, and idolised as well 8′D not even any rate up cards

the only plus side was that it meant a skill up for her and an SS seal for me

13. Completely caught up on my main lol

Side account, I’m up to ch16

14. Aside from scouting goals, cos I know there’s a point for that specifically, I’m mainly focusing on trying to improve playing Expert songs :’D and get Full Combos

15. Pretty much any You UR just cos I love her so much ;3; But specifically, her Christmas UR

As for Maki, I don’t care if its a super old card and that it might not be as good anymore, I really want her November/Cooking UR ;3;

And Mari…I already have her Valentines UR, which I love :’D But I’d also like her Angel UR ;3;

16. You’s Valentines SSR *3* People joked when it first came out that it looks like Maki’s Cooking UR, but tbh, i both don’t care, but I’m also amused considering I love that card as well :’D

Also just every You card in general :)

I’d say every Mari card, but I’m ridiculously Mari blessed so I’m honestly expecting to get them lol

17. Maki’s Cafe Maid SR ;3; That was the first card I’d idolised myself, and she looks so gorgeous. This one card is part of the reason why the Cafe Maid set is my favourite.

Also, Mari’s Halloween SR~

And I’m gonna leave it at those two cos they stand out most, cos otherwise I’d be here forever talking about every card I love :’D Also keeping it just to SRs for the same reason lol

18. I’ve tiered in every event since the YouMaru Token Event. Cos You at the time was the tier reward :’D

a few events I got kinda lazy and only hit T3, but otherwise, I’ve tiered for every one 

(Well, I got a little too lazy during New Year Nozomi’s event, so I didn’t actually get her ;3; not even her points card. Doesn’t help that it was my first score match, and I’ve hated them since)

19. =_______=

YohaRuby Token

I tried to get into T1 since I was so close, but i was also wary about spending loads of gems cos Christmas You was literally coming out as soon as the event was done and I was saving for her.

But I risked it

and didn’t make it =_=

I think it was the update to include the LP multiplier that made that event a lil more competitive

20. Either YouMaru for bein my first time tiering or YohaRuby since that’s the 1st time - and currently only - that I cleared all the points rewards :D

21. I’ve taken part in every event since I started playing SIF, so aside from the obvious answer of “Events that happened before I started” (Like the School Idol Diary events, or most of Maki’s events, she has some really pretty event cards ;3;), I’d say the event going on when I started, which was the DiaRuby Tanabata Score Match

Granted, when I started I didn’t know the game so I figured I’d take my time with it and take part in the next event, plus at the time I didn’t really know Aqours

Still feel a lil bad I didn’t try :’D

22. The recent YohaMari new years cards~ Told myself when the event came out on JP that I’d tier for it, and so I did :D

they’re both so pretty!

I also really like the DiaRiko ice skating cards, even if I didn’t properly take part in that event ;3; (I got T3 so I still got a copy of Dia)

And finally, partially just cos OTP, I’m fond of the Helper ChikaYou cards :3

And I’m gonna leave that list there for now, cos I actually like a few others, but this entire thing is already long enough 8′D

23. Probably Token events, cos they feel a little more chill?

I also quite like Challenge Festivals; the lil chibis are nice :D

24. I have no clue. I’m seen other people say SIF could do a thing like what FE Heroes does with its gauntlets, and while I do think it’d be interesting, I also see how FEH’s gauntlets turn out, and I feel like a popularity contest would just turn into a mess in SIF given how “best girl” opinions get.

Not to mention there’s a possible risk of what happens in FEH as well; that some people might not actually back their favourite and instead back whoever’s doing the best.

25. Mari for Aqours, Nico for u’s :’D

Kanan’s a close 2nd for Aqours and I thiiiink Nozomi might be 2nd for u’s??

not nearly as much of You or Maki tho ;3;

26. I don’t have an awful lot of cards from one particular set, but from what I can count, its a tie between Aqours’ swimsuit set and Valentines set; 5 each

27. Mostly Aqours cos I love them so much, plus its a little easier to scout them since they come out after events while u’s come out during events, and any gems I have are goin toward the event or bein saved

As for girls, mostly You and Mari (tho like ive said, I’m seriously Mari blessed, so I almost expect her to come home lol), and if I do scout u’s, it’d probably be for Maki

28. I have a fair few now, and they’re all from login bonuses, aside from a handful which I got from the sticker shop

I’ve gotten all the login promos for EN since Cherry Pana

And I also got Christmas Maki when she was added to the sticker shop for a limited time :D

As for non-UR promos, I have nearly all the Angelic Angel promo Rs, plus Maki’s SoreBoku R (to match a figure I have of her :D)

29. Solos :’D

Genuinely tho, my gems mostly go toward events, since I tend to stick in at them. But I can still save (I saved for Christmas You after all)

Rn, i’m trying to save. I’m telling myself it’ll either be for Angel Mari or Cyber You, but if I don’t gem scout either of them, then I’ll basically keep saving till whenever for whatever

30. Either idolise SRs (since I tend to save my pink N stickers a lot more, tho im currently trying to save my silver S stickers) or buy SR skill level teachers from the shop for my cards

31. Probably half the full combos I’ve gotten, since i’d either been struggling to FC them for ages, or I wasn’t expecting to do it lol

32. Planning to do an additional scout for Valentines Mari (I already had her at that point, but I wanted to see if I could get a 2nd copy to idolise her), but I hadn’t paid attention to when rate up would be finished on the set, so by the time I sat down to maybe get ready to scout, rate up was done. :’’’(

33. Nowhere particularly weird? Maybe in the car once, cos I thought I’d be sitting for long enough to get through a song while mum was off doing something, so when she came back i was still playing.

And then she started driving, so I was playing while the car was going :’D

missed a lot of notes I did ;3;

actually, this was during the last event, and I was playing a match

I think i came last, I cant remember lol

34. I have no idea :’D i see so many others come up with interesting ideas for SIF sets, but I have no real ideas myself. Maybe a fantasy set? Princesses and knights and wizards?

35. (ooft, gonna have to think on this one :’D and look at a whole bunch of cards)

Honoka - Circus - I actually quite like the Circus set in general; the tutu-d leotards in the unidolised, and the details in the idolised, like the hats and the frills~Eli - Rock - I skipped mentioning this one under the event cards point since that bit was gettin busy as it was, But I can cheat and mention it here~Kotori - Pajama Party - So plush~ her little braid in the idolised looks so cute~ especially peaking out of her fluffy birb hoodUmi - Seven Lucky Gods - It looks so elegant and pretty ;3;Rin - lilywhite default - So this is a promo card that came w/ lilywhite’s final single (The other members had similar cards and the other singles had similar releases), so its never coming to EN unless KLab adds it to the sticker shop :’’) But I still really like this one, just for how dainty and elegant it is. It suits Rin~Maki - Cafe Maid - I could technically use this opportunity to pick another card of Maki’s that i really love but...bruh I can’t. Cafe Maid ;3;Nozomi - Fairy - the Fairy set in general is really pretty ;3; I love the little details and flowers, and I like that Nozomi’s ear is actually kinda pointed as well~Hanayo - Cherry - Another promo, but this one just looks so shiny and sparkly, and again, just the little details in this~Nico - Dancer - Another really elegant looking one. Bonus points for having Nico’s hair down, cos I really do think she looks nice like that~

36. (Aqours might be easier, just cos less cards lol)

Chika - Initial UR - She looks so happy, and honestly the lighting in both versions looks so nice!Riko - Ice Skating - Genuinely couldn’t think of one that I really liked :’D So I’m listing the event card againKanan - Yukata - I own this card, she was my first UR :D So I do have a bit of a soft spot for it. Helps that she looks so pretty in it~Dia - Job - I’ll admit,she looks gorgeous as fuck! damn beautiful card!You - all of them Animal - okay, i legit love all of You’s cards, and I was half tempted to say her Aquarium R cos my genuine reaction to idolising her for the first time was “She’s so pretty!”. But Animal You tho... ;3; Tho if I’m honest, I genuinely do love all of her cards!!Yoshiko - Animal - She’s a shit scorer, but damn her card looks amazing, particularly the idolised. I love the pastelle colours of her dress (and the other girls in the set) and I love her dynamic pose, and her hair and how its floating in the water~Hanamaru - Angel - She looks so cute w/ her sleepy expression in the unidolised, hugging that lil star pillow. Plus Angel just as a whole is a nice set.Mari - Circus - Another case like with You where I could easily say “all of them”, but something about her Circus card. I love the post of the unidolised with her doing the rope climbing, and then pink corset of her dress in the idolised~ And that lil puppet~~Ruby - Time Traveller - I quite like this set in general; Ruby’s outfit is so cute in both versions~

37. I have no fucking clue :’D As of right now on EN, i’d like some of the features that JP has since they’re just straight up practical (song sorter, easier practising and team management), but as for anything new, I don’t know.