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wanderingaldecaldo · 21 days

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Messages keep getting clearer Radio's on, and I'm moving 'round my place I check my look in the mirror I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face ▶

From the first draft of the corpo!val longfic...

“Good afternoon, welcome. Are you checking in?”

He steps forward to the counter, releasing his touch on Val at last. “Yes. Mitch and Valerie Anderson.”

“Yes, Mr. Anderson, I see your reservation here: four weeks in our lovely Morro suite. It is fully stocked one bedroom with full service kitchen and balcony with a water view.”

“One bedroom?” he falters; he’s certain Val told him there would be two.

“Yes, sir. Is that a problem?”

His eyes slide over to Val as the visual distortion increases and more hormones pump into his system. She squeezes his bicep as she steps up to the counter.

“I believe we had a reservation for your two bedroom suite. I adore my husband,” she says, pausing to look up at him with a sweet smile, and her touch grounds him somewhat. “But this man snores like a fleet of AVs. If I have to share a bedroom with him, I will be suing you to pay for our divorce, and for damages.”

Val’s face lights up as she laughs and he follows her lead, throwing his head back and guffawing.

“Please, for the sake of my marriage,” he says, still chuckling as he turns back to the receptionist. “Don’t wanna test that prenup.”

Val laughs and swats him with her other hand.

“Let me see what I can do,” the receptionist says and smiles politely. She resumes typing and moments later looks up at them. “I apologize for that oversight. I do have a two bedroom suite available. There will be a slight price difference.”

Mitch waves his hand dismissively. “Whatever Valerie wants, she gets.”

She gives a laugh that he can describe as sultry as she leans into him, and he slides his organic hand down her back to her waist, pulling her tight against his side.

“Of course, sir. We have adjusted our records. One moment please.”

A new alert pops up in the corner of his HUD, SCAN INITIATED, and it’s time for the first real test of the soft. The new deck from Vik shows the data being received by the scanner:

MITCHELL ANDERSON DOB: 2028-04-29 NATIONALITY: NUSA ....

The data flowing from his deck matches the info packet passed on by Val and he releases the breath he’s been holding. He glances over at Val who’s watching him, and he gives her a lopsided smile and presses a kiss to her forehead. The chemicals taper off and the disorientation plateaus but he continues to focus on Val, on the feel of her against his side and the soft skin of her arm under his calloused fingertips.

“Very well, you are all checked in,” the receptionist says. “Please let us know if there is anything you require, otherwise please enjoy your stay.”

“Thank you,” Val says with a warm smile, and he nods with an awkward smile.

When the valet directs them away from the desk, Mitch finally releases his grip on Val’s waist and follows her to a bank of elevators.

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southside-otaku · 1 year

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Mommy don’t know Daddy’s getting hot

At the body shop

Doing something Unholy

Lucky, lucky Rei, she married the man who is now the world’s number one hero. Lucky to have had not one, but four promising children with such a strong and handsome man. But was she still lucky when he drove her to her breaking point? Now she watches him from a tv screen in a hospital bed; yeah, a lucky girl.

She still admires him from a far, knowing not what goes on in what once was her home. No knowledge that her husband has his head in the clouds-or rather the thighs of another woman. Could you blame the man? He’s the world’s number one hero, sexual frustration doesn’t suit someone of that title now does it. Besides, his broken wife hasn’t put out in years and it’s not like they’ve even been in the presence of each other in that much time either.

Such a dirty, dirty man to have seen an enchanting young face- of consenting age- and imagined how it would contort under the shadow of his significantly larger body. How would she sound when his cock reaches places she’d never been. Dirty, dirty man for him to have gotten so personal with the found beauty taking the time to learn her favorite color, foods, and other silly little things just to buy her gifts; some lavish and some simple. How awful of him to finally have her to himself in the strappy, expensive red heels he bought her as an apology for another coworkers’ behavior.

Mommy has no clue her children are at home and Daddy is playing with his new toy, leaning on his desk full of paperwork as he watches her sway and dance to the music before he commands a quick “C’mere.” Daddy’s little helper never denies him, especially when they both know this was not the first or the last time they would play together.

A/n: totally sorry this is so late (& cringey) but here it is and I hope you all enjoy! Been a LONG time since I’ve written and it definitely shows, at least to me haha

Much love,

South xoxo 💋

#anime #breezy writes 📜#mha #mha fanfic #bnha #bnha endeavor #bnha x fem!reader #mha x reader #enji todoroki x reader #enji todoroki smut #enji todoroki #mha x y/n #endeavor smut #endeavour x reader #rei todoroki #my hero acadamia #unholy sam smith #songfic #gif not mine

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corrodedcoughin · 2 years

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Thoughts on Teacher Steve in future fics

Then in conjunction with that Steve as a history teacher and Robin as a language teacher

Couple other ideas

-Robin yelling at Steve in another language and him going " I know I know" and when his students act suprised he knows another language he responds that he doesnt but he knows both this is your fault and your an idiot in all the languages she knows

-steve drives her to school everyday and makes lunch for them

- Robin is the only reason Steve doesn't show up to school when he's sick

-most of the school is convinced that they're dating until the day that gay marriage is legalized when Robin burst into his class about how they can get married now

- this confuses so many students until they see their history teacher on the cover of a metal magazine with a rockstar

- if they teach in Hawkins steve does a project about local historical events and has trouble keeping a straight face when one of them does tthhe creel murders and finds out they have a first person source teaching the class and just down the hall

- student getting confused by Robin's jokes about Steve 'always being the babysitter' and his kids because they know he's not married (at that point)

-when asked why she learned the languages she learned she always get laughs about breaking a Russian code as her reason for learning Russian

- Robin will play music for events if asked

-Robin will wake Steve up with trumpet music if she wakes up before him which doesn't usually happen

- Steve always gives Robin yellow roses on valentines day and receives black and red roses from Eddie that he puts on his desk

Sorry to send so much I have many thoughts on this feel free to ignore if it's not your cup of tea

Especially steddie teacher Steve Rockstar Eddie where Steve is just some teacher and eddie is a well know Rockstar and then Steve's student find out and just cannot compute the guy who taught them about the dustbowl being the guy that a Rockstar was singing about being badass

Don’t you DARE apologise for sending me stuff!!! Ever!!! This is the kind of thing that keeps me going so THANK YOU!!!

Honestly I love the idea of teacher Steve and him just being ‘some guy’ but whenever it’s a dress casual day he turns up with a corroded coffin shirt under his jacket that also has some cc pins on it. The student just think he’s a fan which, not going to lie, they are seriously surprised at because he’s ‘normie harrington’. But one day the school holds a talent show and Steve lets slip that his partner is actually going to be one of the judges so everyone just expects some ‘normie harrington gf’ to give everyone a ‘that’s was great sweetheart, you really should be proud of yourself’.

So when the talent show arrives and the judges file in and one of them is The Eddie Munson? The school goes into shocked awe. And when The Eddie Munson runs up to normie harrington and jumps into his arms? The shocked awe is stunned silence for all of two seconds before absolute chaos let’s loose.

#your hc are just chefs kiss easy breezy beautiful wish I had your thought process to create such beautiful thoughts #seriously thank you for sending them to me!!!#I really can’t thank you enough!!!!#these are the things that get me through work so I’m truly grateful #and that anyone would feel inclined to share their writing w me!!!#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington

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rainymoodlet · 11 months

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Kiss Me in Komorebi+ 🌸

[Episode Five] One Last Push!

Guess who got another First Kiss whim! 💋 Ezra has by far surprised me the most: Dan seems utterly enamored with him in the sweetest ways possible! Even though they seem on the surface like they’d be polar opposites, these two have an energy with each other that is just too irresistible not to watch!

[ Part 11/?? ] 🌹

@kawaiishitty

(ezra was sweaty bc he overheated outside bc i filmed these at 8am in-game ya NASTIES)

#ts4 #ts4 screenshots #ts4 gameplay #ts4 challenge #ts4 bachelor challenge #;kmik #sim: daniel #ezra ruiz by kawaiishitty #||#i was BITING MY KNUCKLES and SCREAMING while i was posing these!!!#when i tell you they have surprised me SO MUCH #daniel just adores talking to ezra and even though #he DOES. NOT. LIKE. MISCHIEF like when i tell you this man gets TENSE whenever anyone is like #bro whats that spot hardy har #he just never ever gets mad at ezra this man laughs like his whole life depended on jt #it*** too #its just been such a delight to write daniel and ezra together ok 🥹#when his lil first kiss whim popped up i about shit my pants #they give me such an easy breezy vibe #and daniel is already incredibly physical and ezra has always come off to me #as someone who is just like #personal space can and should be respected but if you’re my friend #pet my hair like a lap cat bc i’m fallin asleep on u mofo #and i just adore him 🥹 so fcking much #this scene is so goddamn SWEET i could EAT CONCRETE AHHHH #GOING SUPER SAIYAN WITH HOW SWEET THIS IS

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breezy-cheezy · 7 months

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Whumptober Day 2: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.”

Thermometer | Delirium | “They don't care about you.”

A fic for the aftermath of the fight with Phantylia, written before I played patch 1.3. All went more or less according to Jing Yuan's planning, but even he didn't quite forsee how...difficult the fallout would be.

All relationships in this fic are purely platonic, thank you!

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Five figures stand at the edge of the Ambrosial Arbor, deep in conversation. Heavy mists float lazily in the air as one of the figures lets out a heavy sigh.

“Phantylia…a truly fearsome enemy,” Jing Yuan says, placing a hand against his ringing head in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure there. There’s a strange, faint buzzing noise…“If she hadn’t attempted to turn me into a pawn of Destruction, I’m afraid victory would have been far from certain…”

The general trails off as he sways before the others present, and Dan Heng’s arms twitch upward as if without thought. Jing Yuan notices this and removes his hand, straightening back to his full height and mustering a wry smile. “Phantylia had established a link between me and herself,” the general says, nodding toward Dan Heng. “Your well-timed strike gravely injured her —thus, her connection to the Arbor was severed.”

Read the rest on AO3!

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museenkuss · 5 months

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[onewordprompts] — Sandelholz

I. shimmering

II. composure

III. shadow

IV. mirror

V. footsteps

VI. coffee

VII. solitude

VIII. enclosed

IX. glove

X. silence

XI. bed frame

XII. hair

XIII. coromandel

XIV. leather

XV. elevated

#Museenkuss #bed frame isn’t cheating because it’s one word in German and this was translated #prompts #writing prompt #creative writing #writeblr #etc etc.#I was very desperate last night because I haven’t written anything in a while #so I wrote up very free and breezy prompts that leave a lot of room to play BUT they’re all delicately interconnected as a whole #so it was an exercise all in itself #and I wrote a completely different one first but it’s more spring like #so let’s start with sandalwood #writing

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ceph-the-ghost-writer · 2 months

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OC in Fifteen

Tagged by @autumnalwalker! (And two or three other people--I'm obviously running way behind on tags.)

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you’re free to include those as well!

Let's go with a character who only appeared in a few scenes but who I wouldn't exactly call minor: Breezy.

"Don’t take this personal, but you’re throwing off vibes about as miserable as a shipwrecked cat’s."

“Using magic for gain is asking for trouble, so don’t talk to me about payment.”

“Yeah, it’s called taking care of yourself and relaxing once in a while.”

"I don’t suppose you have any of this guy’s blood?”

“Same way most spells do: intention through a bit of symbolism and a lot of fuck-if-I-know."

"Legends say it’s the plant that scares vampires off, but I’d say the berries are the real threat. Hard to go around biting anyone when you’ve got the shits.”

"I just seem to have a knack for, hm, shooing certain energies away."

"You know, folk metal bands, witchy people, ren faire vendors, small time cult leaders. The usual suspects."

“Witching hour’s about to strike, kid. You got any last minute thoughts of chickening out, you’d best share them.”

“Well, don’t just stand there and let him cry! Get in there and give him a hug, wipe his nose—something.”

“Well, you’re all he’s got at the moment, fancy fangs. I can’t watch him and fix up a tincture at the same time. So, either you quit being such a damn weenie or I’ll go across the street to borrow my neighbor’s golden retriever. At least she’d be useful.”

“Your shadowy friend did a little redecorating on the way out. Blew the upstairs circuits too. I don’t suppose I could send them a bill?”

“What about you, fancy fangs? The label might not be fancy, but I’m still a decent vintage.”

“Yeah. That’s how they introduced themself when some friends and I picked them up along the highway on a roadtrip. Right before they stole our van.”

“Nope. The four of us all just kind of nodded off as we were cruising along. Woke up in the middle of a field on the mattress we’d had in back. All our stuff was accounted for too, including the three ounces of weed we’d brought for the festival.”

Dysthanasia Taglist: @thecyrulik @thatndginger @sunset-a-story @space-writes @scoundrelwithboba

Plus: @blind-the-winds @drawnecromancy @izzyspussy @afoolandathief @revenantlore @sarandipitywrites @kaylinalexanderbooks @tabswrites

#oc in fifteen #writing tag game #writeblr #Breezy's led an interesting life #I've promoted her to local hotel/bar owner in the new draft #the work suits her I think

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whumpinthepot · 1 year

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30 days 30 lines challenge - day 26

Abby left after that and it took Clarence a long time to move again. They were horrified at their own doing, it went against everything they were taught to do at the facility, and they felt like they were betraying Mouse.

After the shock washed away the overwhelming urge to cry took over and Clarence ended up crawling under the blankets to snuggle against August while they wept. They forced themself under his limp arms so that it would be like he was hugging them, where they felt safe and warm. They cried hard until they couldn’t breathe, and couldn’t stay awake any longer.

#Clarence hardly betrayed Mouse they just have anxiety #30 30 day 26 #breezy’s post #rats race #whump #30 days 30 lines challenge #whump snippet #breezy’s writing #and August is still unconscious here he’ll wake up to a surprise baby in his arms

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xelasrecords · 1 year

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Lovely Walk

Harry Choi x Reader

Harry has rejected you for the most ludicrous reasons with the most ludicrous attitude. So what's there to do except to pester him by asking him out again and again?

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Masterlist Read on AO3

What do you do when you confess to a man who manages to turn his insufferable demeanour into his allure, who then hurts you with that same quality? Harry's rejection of your earnest confession was harsh. It was cutting words reinforced by his belief that love doesn't exist, as if what you feel is anything less than that. He does not want to date you, yet he expects you to remain with him as it is.

It doesn't mean Harry doesn't like you. You have concrete reasons to believe that he does. It's in the subtext of him texting you every day without fail, how he remembers details about you that you didn't think would be significant, and how he treats you better than everyone else. But it's unfair that he doesn't want to end this ambiguous relationship, especially when he has callously conveyed that he has no desire to be with you. Therefore, there is no reason you should be civil either.

The only sensible thing to do is to push back.

Amidst the faint floral scent permeating the air, you catch Harry on the pavement watching the cars passing by, his back turned from the cherry blossom trees lining the path. You increase your pace, ready to strike him with your new plan. You have not been well-rested and standing tall and attractive in an ivory sweatshirt in front of you is the thief of your sleep.

Harry turns to you before you can make any noise. "I thought you'd be too offended to talk to me so soon. How did you find me?"

You ignore his first remark. On this bright afternoon, the sun is deceptive with its glare. The breeze is cool on your cheeks and weaves through your hair. Not a bad day to ambush him. "Our beloved Piu-Piu told me. An emergency meeting as compensation for your rejection."

Harry cocks his head to the side. "How come it conspires with you more than me? It never grants me that privilege."

"You didn't even want to meet me," you point out. "You said that it's a waste of time."

Harry seems to be distracted by your billowing hair, his fingers twitching slightly before he buries them in his pockets. "I'm bothered by it favouring you over me."

"And that surprises you?" You arch your brows. "Anyway, I'm here because I want to ask you something. You said you don't like me, correct?"

Harry shifts on his feet. "I don't get why you're bringing this up again. As I've said, you intrigue me, but I don't want to date you. Let's leave it at that."

You shrug. "Okay, but do you want to go out with me?"

Harry stares at you, assessing if it's another joke you tend to make around him. "What's wrong with you?"

Being rejected never gets easier, but you won't let it deter you. Eventually, his defensive exterior will crack. You just have to keep marching on.

You take a step nearer, inclining your body towards him. Up close, you hear his breath hitched and see a guarded mask shuttered over his face, but he doesn't draw back from you. "If you're worried about me, then have dinner with me later."

"I have food at home and you're not invited."

You nod grimly. "I understand. A horseman should eat his carrots alone. It's a wonder you haven't turned orange, you carrot hogger."

To your surprise, Harry chuckles at your acknowledgement. It's a low, rich sound which sends a delicious tingle down your spine. "You told me to savour my food. That's what I'm planning to do." He starts walking down the pavement. "Alone," he adds.

Alarmed, you rush to his side, sticking close and ready to sling your arm around him if he decides to bolt. It wouldn't be out of character for Harry to pull an outrageous stunt. But instead, you notice him slowing down his strides, arm briefly tensing whenever it brushes against yours. It may be a small reaction, but a small win is still a win.

Harry is not totally indifferent towards you.

"So I've rubbed off on you. Does that mean you hate yourself?" you ask.

Harry frowns. "What?"

"You don't like me, but I've become a part of you. I've influenced your decision and now you live according to my suggestion. That must mean you hate yourself."

"I didn't know a human could spew out as much nonsense as that bird," Harry grumbles. "Are you doing this because I rejected you?"

Harry may be handsome, but every time he opens his mouth, it has the unfortunate effect of making you want to deck him and then kiss him with spite. It's probably too early for the latter. If a mere confession has driven up his walls, you don't want to think how far he would run from you if you voice out your thoughts.

You swivel around to face him and resume your walk backwards. "I'm doing this because you were rude when you rejected me. Don't get me wrong, I can take rejections, but you didn't even consider my feelings when you said those things. Do you know how much sleep I've lost over you? You're always on my mind."

Harry glances at your shoes dragging on the gravel and gives a cursory check at the space behind you. "Stop confessing and go find something better to do."

"The best thing I can do is to stay beside you." It's a century-old pick-up line, but you could repeat it all day if it means rattling this insensitive hunk of a man beyond belief.

Harry lets out a long, tortured sigh. "What do I have to do to make you stop?"

"Go out with me."

"Aren't we already out right now?" Harry looks around. "And stop walking in reverse. You'll fall," he chides, pulling you back by his side. You had assumed he would be rough in exerting force, but the smooth fingers rounding your wrist are surprisingly gentle.

"Wow, you're dense," you comment, too aware that he hasn't let go of his grasp on you. Not that you mind.

Harry snorts. "Have you looked into the mirror when you called me rude?"

"I have, and guess what I saw?"

"A weirdo."

You shoot him a glare before flicking your hair at him. "A magnificent person that everyone can't help but fall for."

"Not me."

"Not yet." You hold up your wrist that Harry is still holding. "I wouldn't be so sure if I were you. Look at you, not wanting to let me go."

He drops it immediately and clears his throat. It's a shame that you lost his touch, but knocking the realisation into him is worth it. "Hah." Harry shakes his head. "You're more persistent than Big Guy."

"Thank you. I like that quality in me too."

"I never said it was a good thing," says Harry.

"Part of my charm is that I don't care about what you think," you quip.

"And yet you want me to like you back?"

"Haven't you already?" you tease. When Harry scowls at you, you dissolve into laughter. "All right, I'll stop. I'm meeting Tain there later." You nod at the cafe opposite the street. "Thank you for walking me. I'll head over there now, goodbye."

Not a second later, Harry halts in his tracks. "Wait, what?"

You get the reaction you were looking for.

You look at him through your lashes, completely innocent. "I thought you wanted to get rid of me fast?"

It must have been too innocent that Harry doesn't take the bait. "Why are you meeting my friend without me?" he presses.

Harry having a jealous side is something that he would never admit. He thinks he hides it well, but it's as blatant as day. It tends to sneak out when he notices you paying more attention to the people around him or when you insist that Big Guy is cute, a fact that he rapidly refutes.

You pretend to mull over his question, taking your sweet time to stretch the silence out. Let the tension build; Harry can afford to be on his toes for a while. "He's also my friend," you finally answer in a sing-song tone.

Harry crosses his arms and eyes you with suspicion. "Since when do you two hang out?"

"I like him a lot," you simply say. Teasing him turns out to be more entertaining than you had thought.

"More than you like me?"

Well, that was an unexpected response.

"I guess that's something you'll have to lose your sleep over." You flash him a dazzling smile. "No need to wait up for me later. So long, my friend." You accentuate your last word, reminding Harry of the line that he drew last night.

This is exactly how you want to end the meeting. An abrupt start, a long-suffering middle, then comes the abrupt end. It's sure to leave an impression on Harry. You pat his firm shoulder and leave him frozen on the spot, his mouth agape.

See if he could get a wink of sleep tonight.

Buy me a glass of something that's definitely not coffee because I can't stand it but it is the website's name if my story touches you in some way? No worries if you don't. I'm still grateful you've read all the way through here.

#my first fic of jumin is me praising him for how good he is while harry's is this LOL he deserves it #see i can write breezy stuff without overthinking it #harry choi x reader #harry choi x you #harry choi #the ssum harry #the ssum #xela writes #harry choi fluff #the ssum fanfic #the ssum imagines

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breezypunk · 4 months

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Vaughn invites Goro to join him at the Black Sapphire, also accompanied by Reed, whose less than joyful. Maybe he doesn't approve of he and Vaughn's relationship, or maybe he just wants to see where Goro's loyalty truly lies.

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

"You should be dressed by now, you know how I get when you put on a button up shirt where it is not buttoned up." Goro let out a sweet sigh from his mouth, but his eyes were still fixed on the dress shirt balled up in his hands, Arasaka logo on full display. Why was Reed making his wear this? What was the purpose?

Vaughn stood feet behind him, almost dressed. The white button up he wore was in fact not buttoned up, his toned figure showing proudly under the soft cotton, and black dress pants he was forced to wear sat just so on his waistline. He hated everything about it, he hated dressing up. He hated seeing Goro so deep into his thoughts even more, especially when it wasn't necessary.

"You don't have to wear that y'know? Reed just wants to get a rise out of you, he doesn't even know you. Wear some sparkly shit like me, we can twin it." Vaughn wasn't used to giving Goro the pep talks, it was always the opposite. He only ever knew Goro's comfort, always judging himself for not being able to give Goro the same comfort, because Goro always held in his problems.

"Oh V, that sounds wonderful, I want nothing more than to wear sparkles and sequins with you. But I.. I must do this."

Vaughn sighed so heavily it almost made him lightheaded, he was worried about this the moment Reed mentioned the word Arasaka. Goro wasn't over it, he couldn't have been, not with the dress shirt bundled so tightly in his grip as if his life depended on putting it on.

"Dammit, Goro.. You have nothing to prove. It's just a shirt, and if people recognize you, you'll be done for. People don't forget, and clearly neither do you."

For a brief moment Goro didn't say a word, but his grip loosened on the shirt until it fell onto the table, the sleeve coincidently covering the logo. He placed his hands on the table and finally opened his eyes, looking up at the ceiling. Vaughn could tell he wanted to say something, so he remained silent. If it was meant to be awkward so be it. but Vaughn couldn't leave the room until he knew how Goro was really feeling, until he knew what was really going on his mind.

"I can see how this would worry you." Goro's voice was mellow and soft, but the echo was still loud, almost too loud, it started feeling even more hot in the room. "Do not let it."

"Why not? You held onto that shirt like it was the last thing you would ever do. Reed mentioned the word Arasaka and you immediately broke out into a cold sweat. You gonna tell me what's really going on?" Vaughn tried so hard not to let his anger get in the way. But after all this time..

Finally Goro stepped back from the table and turned around. He stared into Vaughn's eyes for what felt like a lifetime. Vaughn stood there, expression blank, his arms were resting on his sides, shirt still unbuttoned and wrinkled, and he could see a slight shine on Vaughn's chest, nerves always caused him to sweat a little. The thing Goro loved the most about Vaughn was even when he looked his messiest, he was still the most beautiful man in the world.

"Your hair is a mess." Goro smirked.

"I'm leaving." Vaughn went to walk away when he felt a hand grip his bicep. He couldn't help but grin, Goro was such a sucker for him, and ditto, Vaughn definitely wasn't actually going to leave.

"You take one look at me, V, and think I see an Arasaka logo and will jump ship to go back to them. You really think this of me?" Goro kept his grip on Vaughn's bicep, but Vaughn could feel his thumb rubbing what should be his skin, not the fabric of the button up.

"Why are you letting it get to you than?" Vaughn voice was just above a whisper, the white's of his eyes glistening in the tiny light coming from the room behind them. they pierced Goro's skin. Goro realized Vaughn was genuinely scared.

"I think.." Goro paused for a moment, letting out the tiniest sigh. His grip left Vaughn's bicep and instead lay his entire hand on Vaughn's chest. "It brought me back to a bad moment in my life. Moments I did not realize were bad. Or.. maybe not so much bad, just not the life I wanted to live anymore."

"It was bad."

"Yes.."

"You're reminded of that, and so you feel like by wearing it you have something to prove, like stickin' it to Arasaka, like.. 'haha I can wear your shitty suit and not feel some type of way about it.' right?"

It was incredible to see just how much Vaughn really knew Goro and what he was feeling. He may not have thought he was the right person to take away Goro's pain, when he couldn't even take away his own without Goro's help, but Goro appreciated the way Vaughn just effortlessly knew what to do, knew what to say.

"Turns out I still hold a grudge." Goro leaned his head onto Vaughn's shoulder, Vaughn hand immediately running his hand threw his soft hair that fell on the center of his back. "Can I tell you something, V?"

"Of course." Vaughn stepped back to take in Goro's expressions, his face was so beautiful, he loved the way Goro had to look up at him, the little grins he made every time he looked into Vaughn's eyes, that no matter how shitty he felt, Vaughn's presence alone was the cure all.

"When I left for Japan, I had two options. I was given the option to stay with Michiko, remain married to her, and become head of Arasaka. Saburo-san practically begged. Michiko laughed at this, she knew.. She always knew." Vaughn's eyes widened, he knew Saburo wanted him back, after taking over Yorinobu's body, he wanted a new life, something more quiet.. But he didn't know he wanted to pass everything over to Goro of all people.

"She knew you'd what, not accept it?" Vaughn's genuine curiousity made Goro chuckle.

"Yes, exactly. She knew how I felt about you. While Saburo-san begged me to stay, she begged me to leave."

"So you left.."

"I packed all my bags and I came back to you, V. It was a no brainer. I do hold a grudge, and also.. nothing could ever make me regret the choice of coming back to you. It was the best choice I ever made. The nomad life is better for me anyway. More freedom, more room for me to breathe, more you." Goro lifted up his hand to move a strain of hair from Vaughn's eyes.

"You're such a sappy fucker, shut up and kiss me." Vaughn grabbed Goro's face as gently and forcefully as he could and pressed their lips together. They barely had time for it, but it didn't matter, nothing else mattered as long as they went through life together.

The softness of Goro's lips mixed with the roughness of Vaughn's sent sparks through the both of them, the tiniest of moans escaping Goro's mouth as they took a brief second to breathe. Vaughn could feel Goro's fingers clawing into his back, as he peppered in small kisses along the nape of his neck, what were they supposed to be doing again?

"Okay we get it you two, as if we aren't on a time crunch. Fuck later." They heard the annoyed but endearing voice of their new friend, Alex standing behind them, arms crossed, eyebrow raised but a very obvious smirk plastered on her face. The room was suddenly brighter, when did that happen?

Reed on the other hand was less than amused, but let out a deep sigh. "I still don't get it. But maybe I don't need to. Nomads and Corpos, what a wicked ass combination."

"Ex corpo, makes a better nomad anyway." Vaughn winked at Goro before turning around to face Alex and Reed. "We're almost ready. Get him a different su-" Before he could finish Reed was already throwing Goro a new suit. It sure as shit was sparkly.

"Now you two can twin." Reed's eyes rolled.

"Wait you heard that?" Vaughn asked, rubbing the back of his neck slowly.

"We heard everything." Alex started, chuckling at the redness appearing on both Vaughn and Goro's cheeks. "You're both disgustingly sweet. Reed may have a stick up his ass, but.. you're good for each other, I can see that." Alex relaxed her shoulder and stuck her hands in her pockets. "But now you have a job to do, get ready, we are still playing for time." Alex walked out of the room and left the two lovebirds alone once more.

"Red huh, it'll match my black nicely." Vaughn felt the texture of Goro's suit.

"We are a good match are we not?" Goro whispered into Vaughn's ear, than placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Let us do this and get it over with, so later I can show you how to properly take it o f f."

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#cyberpunk 2077 #goro takemura #takemura goro #oc: vaughn leblanc #takemura x v #takemura x masc v #otp: golden hues #masc v #solomon reed #alena xenakis #phantom liberty #cyberpunk 2077 fanfic #fanfic #cp77 #my writing #breezy's queue #☼#gonna post this again because it's 2024 and we aren't going to be ashamed of our writing no sir #it's been so long since I've written I always get worried when writing goro because of how differently I portray him #however I really love he and vaughn's dynamic so much they really are just so silly together #and I can see goro that way when he's with someone he fully trusts #and so I made this little thing that came to me out of nowhere and I really liked how it turned out I wrote this on the spot :3 #I thought that maybe if goro went with vaughn to the black sapphire it'd be less obvious he was there for a mission #anyways I'm learning to enjoy my work little by little so this is staying up :)#p.s I also threw in a headcanon I've had since the I started loving goro and you will know it immediately because I kept it a secret lol #those “obligations” mmhm mhmmmm ;)

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