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ripleyresonance · 7 months

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Some Things Never Change

Hello, lovely Moshers. I have Mami brain rot so I figured I would put these thoughts out in the world. I hope you enjoy it.

Rhea x Fem reader!

“7…8..9…and 10” Rhea grunted setting the weights down.

“That was…great.” You mumbled behind the camera.

“Hey, thanks for coming along today princess. I don’t really do the whole “social media” thing so it helps that you’re here.”

“WWE really wants me to post and…blah blah” is what it started to sound like to you as you watched Rhea wipe her sweat with her towel.

It was insane how even the slightest movement made her look like a Greek goddess. You had always had a crush on her but she had only gotten more gorgeous over time.

Rhea was your older sister's friend. You were only one grade apart so you basically grew up together. She always was kind to you. All you had to do was say please and she would spend her allowance on you as quickly as she got it. She even beat the shit out of one of the boys in your grade after they pushed you on the playground once.

High school was a different story though. Over the summer you turned sixteen everything changed. Your braces were off and you learned how to dress you had a newfound confidence. And you were determined to use it to be with Rhea. But no matter how much you flirted she would just say “Very cute princess”.

She was always interested in wrestling. Your sister, Iris, and Rhea would try out moves they saw on the last episode of RAW and Smackdown on each other so it was no surprise when she started taking wrestling more seriously. She started coming around your house less and less until she was gone. She didn't even say goodbye, no note or anything. Iris said she dropped her off with her parents at the airport and she left.

You were so happy she finally got everything she wanted, but you had to admit it stung a little that that did not include you.

You finally became content watching her shine from a distance until your sister called you out of the blue.

“You have to come by the gym tomorrow I have a new client for you to shoot some social media content for.”

And while you got ready throwing on your most average gym set and no makeup you were applauded when that client was your very own Rhea bloody Ripley.

“Is my work life that boring to you… Princess.” She winked at you.

You grit your teeth at the nickname not knowing whether to blush or slap her.

“Can you just go throw some heavy things around so I can quench the thirst of your fans?” You said, sounding more annoyed than you meant. Rhea noticed, giving you a soft smile.

“Hey I know we did not leave off on the best terms but I still-” Rhea said rubbing the back of her neck before your sister approached interjecting.

“You’re almost done muscles, I got to pick up the kid from school.” She said distracted by her phone.

“...I’ve only done one circuit of my workout, Ris. I got four more to go.” Rhea told Iris.

They both stared at each other until Iris busted out laughing.

“You're a freak, Ripley.”

She threw a set of keys at you barely managing to catch them.“Close up after ‘Mami’ is done with her workout.” Iris laughed at the nickname making Rhea flip her off as Iris headed for the door.

You ran after her grabbing her arm.

“Hey, you never said it would just be me and her.” You said kind of nervously.

“Awww still have that schoolgirl crush on her?” Iris said too loudly making you sush her.

“I do not! She chose her life after all and I wasn't part of it.” You said lowly.

Iris frowned a bit “This is a good chance for you to talk to her then. Maybe let go of the past?” She said smiling at you before her phone rang.

“Shit okay im late make sure to lock the back door too!” she said running to the door. Before you could stop her again she was gone and then it was just you…and Rhea.

You sighed turning back around as Rhea looked like she was moving to the free weights.

“Thank god she's gone now, it's only the cool kids.” Rhea joked with a smile, obviously trying to lighten the mood.

You gave a polite smile in reply but kept it professional. “I'm going to record your back while you lift it seems like your fans like that the most.” You said grabbing your phone.

“Uh yeah sure,” Rhea said slightly defeated.

You recorded a few more clips of Rhea working out. It was hard to be mad at her when she looked this good working out. You needed to get out of there and take the coldest shower of your life.

“All the footage looks good so you can pack up and I'll lock up behind you.” You said grabbing your bag and walking past Rhea.

“Princess wait–” Rhea said grabbing your bag and getting your attention.

“You know you could drop the nickname, we are not five anymore,” You snapped coldly.

“Listen I know you're mad at me,” Rhea started.

“Mad? No, I passed mad a long time ago I'm furious Demi.”

“Uh oh, the legal name.” she nervously laughed as you dropped your bag.

“Cut the shit, do you want to talk or are you just going to keep trying to joke to make me forget you left without a word?” You questioned, walking closer to her.

“Listen it was more complicated than that,” Rhea said gritting her teeth.

“Complicated? No taxes are complicated saying goodbye to me was easy and yet Iris was the one who came home to tell me you were gone. I know I wasn't your best friend but I thought you thought of me better than that.” you said a tear rolling down your cheek

“Of course not I-” Rhea said

“You what!? What was such a good excuse that you would move continents without even saying a word-”.

“BECAUSE I LOVED YOU OKAY?” Rhea shouted stepping closer to you.

You froze knowing she could not have possibly just said those words out loud.

“I loved you okay…and it hurt too much to say goodbye…” Rhea said gently cupping your face and wiping your tears.

“You….you loved me.” You were barely able to say above a whisper.

“I never stopped..” Rhea whispered back tilting your chin upward as she moved so her lips grazed yours.

You gasped before your lips collided. It was soft and sweet. It's like she was apologizing over and over every fiber of her being went into your kiss. You moved your hands to her neck deepening your kiss trying to find any way to ground yourself. You have had dreams like this before and if this was one too you didn't want to wake up.

The longer the kiss went on it felt like all the words unspoken between you both came spilling out in one rush. The kiss got needier and sloppier until you felt Rhea back you into a workout bench causing you to lay your back against it.

Rhea leaned over you her lips traveling to your neck making you let out an embarrassing whimper.

“God, do you know how long I have wanted you?” Rhea questioned her eyes fluttering to meet yours.

“God you were always flirting with me, batting your pretty eyelashes up at me like I was the only thing you wanted,” Rhea grunted moving her knee in between your legs and causing you to gasp.

“And Ris noticed too. She said she would kill me if I ever even thought about taking you out on a date. So I pushed it down, dated other women.” Rhea said moving her hands underneath your shirt.

“But I could never get you off my mind princess.”

She whispered pinching your nipple. You moaned at her touch. Her callous hands massaging your breast her thumb grazing over your nipple over and over. Between that and her knee rubbing against you it was embarrassing the sounds you were letting out.

“I never left your mind huh?” You caught your breath to ask.

Rhea stopped looking up at you.

“Then show me what you were thinking of all this time.”

Rhea smirked immediately getting on her knees in front of the bench.

You sat up going to protest until she grabbed your hips pulling you to the edge her mouth dangerously close to your heat.

“Anything for you…princess.”

You opened your mouth to protest the nickname but a moan came out as you felt Rhea spread your legs exposing your core in your pink leggings.

“Fuck I barely even touched you and you're soaked. Did seeing me flex turn you that much?.” Rhea mocked, using her thumb to rub over your clit.

You hissed at the feeling.

“I can be mad at you and still think you are the most stunning woman I have ever seen.”

Rhea laughed in appreciation at the comment.

“So sassy even when you need something from me,” Rhea said pressing into your clit harder.

You whined obviously wanting her to eat you out but she wouldn't fold so easily.

“Good girls use their words, don't they?” Rhea raised an eyebrow looking up at you.

“I--fuck you know what I want.” You bit your lip looking down at her.

“Oh right, you're mad at me you probably want me to just stop rubbing right here–”

You jumped a little as she pushed her thumb harder against the growing wet spot.

“Fuck please eat me out, Rhea.” you moaned earning a hum from Rhea as she slowly pulled your leggings down. She made sure to kiss every inch of your thighs leaving light bites in some spots.

You thought you would go crazy if you didn't get some friction and fast. As you opened your mouth to complain you finally felt her tongue on you.

It was embarrassing the sounds that started escaping you but at this point, you didn't care. Mad or not at her she knew just the ways to move her tongue to make you forget all of that.

She started off slow, moving her tongue in a light figure eight right on your clit. The warm sensation only built in your stomach as she started circling one finger around your hole.

“Think you can take my fingers, sweetheart? “ She managed to mumble between your legs. You excitedly nodded as she slowly pushed one finger into her entrance your hands immediately flying to her hair.

It was like she knew every spot by the way she curled her fingers up and flicked over your clit so well with her mouth. That warm feeling inside you was getting stronger and stronger.

“Fuck me harder.” You blurted out catching Rhea by surprise.

“Harder?” she questioned seeing you nod quickly before laughing.

“Your wish is my command.” Rhea smiled before thrusting her fingers inside you so deliciously hard.

Your eyes started to roll back and your legs began to shake. Just as you were slowly rushing to your peak Rhea made you dive as she began sucking on your clit, making you grip her hair and moan in ecstasy as you road out your high.

Rhea put down your legs letting you rest for a moment while you tried to catch your breath.

She smiled down at you softly helping you stand.

“I know somewhere we could go to cool down.” You whispered in her ear.

The warm droplets of water bouncing off the tile echoed through the shower although that light and delicate sound was drowned out by the moans and wet sounds coming from the two of you.

The sight was truly something sinful as Rhea stood under the water. Her hair glistened as the droplets ran down her toned abs hitting your face.

You were on your knees with one of Rhea's legs over your shoulder eating her out like your life depended on it.

Her raspy moans were honestly enough to get you off again but if that didn't it was her words.

“Fuck you look so pretty on your knees for me princess.” Rhea moaned grabbing your hair in a tight fist.

Your eyes rolled back from that motion as she fucked her face on your tongue.

“That's it, good girl, let mami fuck that pretty mouth.” She grunted as you hummed against her clit. This must have been the motion that set her off as she bucked her hips three times harder and harder and let out the most gorgeous sound you had ever heard.

You swallowed every drop of cum you could get as Rhea grabbed your neck to pull you up gently to kiss her.

You both panted with your foreheads resting against each other as you both looked for the right words to say.

“I meant every word I said,” Rhea whispered.

“And I am so sorry I never said goodbye no matter how painful it was to me.” Rhea looked into your eyes searching for your emotion.

“Hmmm, I don’t know if I believe you.” You whispered back seeing the hurt in Rhea's eyes.

“Buttttt” You quickly added.

“I may have a few ways…and positions you can make it up to me in” You smiled kissing her cheek and turning away from her.

You gasped as she quickly smacked your ass as you walked away.

“I could do this all day princess.”

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awoogayanderes · 1 month

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chapter six : you did as you were told

➪ sypnosis : you’re much more aware of things than what the doctor believed you were

➪ other notes : hi guys :3 here’s a new chapter, i didn’t like how it turned out but this is also kinda like a filler chapter that builds up afterwards, need reader with some trauma. also reader might seem a bit dramatic BUT PLS REMEMBER THAT SHES LITERALLY 13 IN THIS.

➪ warnings : manipulation, MORI IS A HOE !!!! ( as always )

you didn’t have anything to do, boredom often consumed you. so, on most days when your chores were completed, you pass your time outside. maybe even wandering on the outskirts of yokohama, memorizing the path back home easily. mori didn’t really care, well he didn’t notice much when he was caring for the old man you no longer saw.

you hummed quietly as you returned home, picking up a newspaper from a trash can. “rise of the armed detective agency” blah blah, “more violence on the streets” blah blah, “the sheep strike again.” now that interested you. how shameful it is that such a violent group is named after a docile animal.

shaking your head, you throw the newspaper back into another trash can. when you get to the doctor’s house, there’s a slight hesitation when you place your hand on the door knob. nevertheless, there was no other place for you to go. the door creaks, the hinges on their last life. when you walk into the kitchen, you can see the doctor surrounded in papers.

“how was your day, dear ?” the doctor asks as he looks up. “fine, how was yours ?” you ask, already wondering why he was home. “same old, same old,” he says. “why are you here early ?” your thoughts become dialogue. “he wants to be alone,” mori says, knowing what you’re indicating. you hum in response.

“can he can think properly ?” you ask. the doctor shakes his head, “pity isn’t it ?” a scoff leaves your lips by accident. “he should still be able to be conscious of his thoughts, he’s not schizophrenic,” you say, furrowing your eyebrows. mori parts his lips before giving you a smile, but there was an uncomfortable curve of his lips that made you shut your mouth.

“my, my, how lovely it is to see you pay such attention to keen details,” mori says. you don’t say anything, you felt, almost scared. no, not almost, you were scared. “what are you doing to him ?” you quietly ask. “me ? nothing,” he says, a calm tone on his words. “how much longer does he actually have ?” you ask.

“a month,” the doctor sighs. your lips part as a small gasp leaves your lips. “you’re destroying his brain…?” you ask, almost hesitantly. you knew that the doctor wasn’t…well not a good doctor but all doctors save lives don’t they ?! “he asked about you the other day, he believed you were his daughter,” the doctor sighed, still not answering your question.

“you told me…you have told me that death comes naturally, that doctors should never be the cause of death,” you say, courage taking over you. “but you’re who’s killing him, my dear, you’re the one who supplied the medicine, you started the process,” mori says, standing up, and that’s when you freeze.

you ? a soon to be murderer ? but you just did what you were ordered to do in your time with him, give the boss the same medication every day. the doctor grabs your hands, holding them in his own before leaning down. “his blood is on your hands.” he whispers, meeting eye to eye with you. not realizing you’re shaking, the doctor lets go of your cold hands and stands up to his normal height, still in front of you.

“you did as you were told, but you are still at fault here, you are the reason he will die,” mori says, looking down at your smaller frame, yours eyes wide. you feel your heart in your throat, you only wanted to comply with what the doctor said, nothing more, nothing less. yet you were to blame, yet you ARE to blame.

“have a pleasant rest of your evening, my dear,” the doctor says, leaving you in the middle of the kitchen, in the same position with your hands out, it was as if you were frozen. you could only see the sun slowly droop and the night sky reigned, as you thought to yourself in misery. you only did as you were told.

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 10 months

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Hi! It's me again, here's my request, I really hope you understand what I mean 💖

So I was thinking about something a bit angsty like they were in a relationship but break up for whatever reason you think about (but they still love each other), so one time Steven see a friend of the reader and he ask them about her, and the friend tells him that the reader it's not doing so great, and the reader see Donna (I don't know, but I just could think about her), and Donna tells her how bad Steven is doing and basically tells her that he loves her and they should come back together so he starts working properly again because he's not doing his job like before they broke up. So she goes to his apartment and doesn't find him (same for him who goes to her place and doesn't find her), but on the way home they find each other in the middle of the rain, and you can end it however you want, but with them together 💖

hii honey!! ugh I love this!! I had fun writing this but I must say, the ending is slight rushed, I do apologise. but thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌 also I just now realised I forgot to mention about steven talking to readers friend, but that happens like the same time reader is talking to donna, sorry

time apart

Steven Grant x f reader

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You and Steven had decided to split two weeks ago now. There was no anger, no animosity, no bitterness- just a purely mutual break which made it near-impossible to process. There were only a tiny collection of reasons behind the breakup- and in hindsight, all of them felt inconsequential and minuscule now.

You never fell out of love with Steven, so when you see segments of him in every direction you look, you can't help but feel your heart break just that bit more. No one ever really talks about how difficult it is to food shop after a breakup, how you seem to find everything that reminds you of them. How you'd see a packet of chocolates on the shelf -the ones your ex-lover favours- and how it would make you want to sob in the middle of the aisle, clutching the bag to your chest. Or how you'd see their favourite soup sitting in the reduced section, even how you had to resist the habit to fill the basket with their favourite snacks. Breaking routine was difficult, and it was not something you enjoyed.

Before finishing your quick shop for dinner items, you make your way over to the freezers, deciding to treat yourself to some ice cream until you spot someone familiar. You wanted to turn around, but they had already spotted you.

"Donna," you say with a fake smile, faux niceties as you walk closer. You weren't a fan of her, and you hated how mean she was to Steven, how she'd always pick on him.

"Hey, you," she wryly smiles- she forgot your name, but that didn't bother you. "I heard, sorry," she adds, an uncomfortable expression on her face.

"Yeah—"

She cuts you off. "While I have you here, I need to speak with you— it's about Steven... he's so miserable, and it's affecting his work— god, he's been such a mope lately, and it's bumming everyone out. Always gabbing on about how much he loves and misses you, blah blah nonsense," she trails off, avoiding your gaze as she looks at the pints of ice cream in front. "Look, you guys need to patch things up. I don't care what you do, just— god, Steven, he's getting on my nerves,"

"Yep, okay, thanks. Bye now, Donna," you force a smile, instantly turning on your heel to avoid her. You couldn't stand her, but what she said about Steven played over and over in your mind. It hurt your heart to know he was also struggling, but for your own selfish reasons, it made you feel slightly better, as if it was confirmation that he still cared.

After picking up some additional items, scanning and paying, you leave the shop, stepping out into the overcast with the canvas bag slung over your shoulder. You had an idea, maybe not your best one, but still, it was an idea. You wanted to see Steven. You told yourself the reason was to check up on him and see how he was doing, see if he was okay. After all, he is still your friend- well, that's what you said to make yourself feel better. And besides, it was en route home.

You get to Steven's flat building and buzz his intercom, waiting somewhat impatiently for him to answer- but he doesn't. The absence of the whiz-like noise hurts your ears, and you feel silly and foolish for acting on your impulses, yet you hang around an extra couple minutes for good measure- thinking too wishfully before you finally decide to write it off.

The overcast turns a few shades darker before eventually raining, so you seek refuge under a nearby bus stop shelter until the heavy shower subsides. Over the road, you hear a familiar voice apologising to some other pedestrian. Your gaze follows the direction of the sound, and you're met once again with Steven- your Steven, who was standing soaking wet with a bouquet of limp flowers in hand.

"Steven?" you earnestly smile, rushing over to his side of the road without a second thought.

He whispers your name, speaking as if he couldn't quite believe his eyes. "Oh my god— how—" he softly chuckles, looking over your sweet face, watching the rain droplets sit over your skin. "I— um," he lightly sighs, shaking his head like he was clearing a thought. "How are you? How you been?"

"Yeah, alright," you nod as you brush wet strands of hair behind your ear. "Just uh— missed you," you sadly smile, looking into his downhearted dark brown eyes. "Quite a lot," you quietly add.

"I've missed you," he smiles, his features softening. "These are for you," he says, extending the flowers to you. "I went over to yours," he pauses. "I went over to see you and give you these— sorry they look battered," he chuckles.

"You went to see me? I just went to see you," you grin. "But you also weren't in," softly laugh, playfully nudging his arm.

His gaze lowers to the floor, and a wide smile spreads across his lips. "We’re gonna catch a cold out here, want to come over mine— it's closer than it is to yours," he offers, speaking sweetly.

"If you don't mind," you smile, cutely shrugging your shoulders.

"No, of course not," he grins, lacing his hand into yours as he leads you across the street. "We can get some dinner? Only if you want to— I don't want to push you or anything," he stutters, his eyes darting over your face.

"I would love that." you smile, squeezing into his hand.

For the rest of the evening, you enjoyed your time together just like old times. You both showered and changed into pyjamas before cooking dinner using the ingredients you bought earlier. As you ate, you caught up, sharing stories of your time apart, reminiscing on the old and talking hopefully of the new. You wanted to give things another go, and luckily for you, Steven did too.

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hollywillows · 2 years

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lose you - rooster bradshaw x pilot!reader

this is my first time writing for top gun, but i’ve been a fan my whole life and rooster struck inspiration in me. please let me know if anything is inaccurate here! i hope you enjoy, feel free to send in requests!

summary: during a training exercise, something goes wrong with your plane, and rooster panics

the exercise was, quite frankly, supposed to be easy. when maverick had explained the objective to the class, you hadn’t been worried at all. not in the slightest. all you had to do was stay within however many feet of the cliffs, blah blah blah.

you’d been pushing yourself as far as you could, feeling a need to prove yourself to not only your classmates but to yourself. and, of course, to rooster.

your little crush on the lieutenant was supposed to be a secret, and it had been, up until phoenix had guessed about it. “so, rooster, huh?” she’d asked you one night at the bar with a smirk on her lips.

“hm?” you’d hummed, trying to pretend that you hadn’t almost spat out your drink.

she laughed. “i won’t say anything. you are blushing, though.”

“no i am not.”

the conversation had ended there, with her laughing at you and you hiding behind your martini glass. rooster was your friend, and he had been since pretty much your first day. training with the best of the best, yourself included, made it sometimes difficult to meet people that weren’t shallow, or in their heads.

that much you realized pretty quickly with guys like hangman, who could only be admired for their skill. as soon as the man opened his mouth, though, your admiration would decimate.

rooster, however, you admired for everything. he was not only a brilliant pilot, but a brilliant man. you’d never been blind to how attractive he was, what with the aviators perched on his nose and a smirk on his lips. but after having endless conversations (often drunk) with the man, you had undoubtedly developed a crush on him.

the same man stood next to you grumbling, some complaint or other about maverick not trusting him enough to let him fly. you had, honestly, zoned rooster out, more focused on grabbing your helmet. “vix, are you even listening to me?”

vixen had been your call sign for years, and it seemed it would remain so until you made some extremely embarrassing move or other. the vixen and the phoenix, you and the other girl in the squadron would frequently joke.

“what?” you turned to look at him, realizing that you’d been completely off in your own train of thought. “oh, yeah, yeah, mav holding you back, whatever.”

he sighed. “come on, i know i talk about it a lot, but it’s frustrating, vix!”

you nodded. “yeah, i sure bet it is.” your tone was enough to tell him that you were focused on something else, and you caught him furrowing his brows out of the corner of your eye.

“you okay?” he then asked, leaning on the locker next to yours. “you just.. you seem distracted today.”

with a shake of your head, you turned to look back at him. “i’m just.. i don’t know. i’m tired, i guess.” you lied. you’d been thinking about him. truth be told, you were thinking about how to tell him the truth. how do you admit your feelings to someone who is so close to you? if your feelings weren’t reciprocated, you worried about the awkwardness that would undoubtedly ensue.

rooster only nodded. “okay. well, good luck up there, okay?” he patted your shoulder, which made you give him a tight lipped smile. a pat on the shoulder, really? “if anyone can clip mav’s wings, it’s gonna be you.”

“haha, very funny.” you replied, tossing your gear over your shoulder and walking with him to the landing pad that your plane resided on. “alright, wizzo.” you said over your shoulder, letting your weapon systems officer climb in before you followed suit, putting your helmet on. you’d nicknamed him this months prior, insisting that ‘wso’ was too much of a mouthful.

you were up in the air in no time, and you were still feeling pretty good about the exercise. maybe that was in vain, or perhaps you yourself were vain and overconfident in your abilities. whatever it was, you felt that it was smooth sailing as you entered the sky with hangman in front of you.

“anyone have sights on mav?” you asked after hovering for a minute, looking at the sky above you.

wizzo shifted behind you. “nah, i don’t see him.”

almost as soon as the words left his mouth, the third plane sped between you both, making you laugh. “okay, so he’s in a good mood today.” you joked, preparing to follow him. “hangman, what’s the plan?”

the other lieutenant didn’t reply, and moved on his own to try to beat your captain. you cursed under your breath, but got the hint and circulated the perimeter of the area, trying to get to a vantage point.

“we’re on our own again.” wizzo commented.

you nodded. “yep, but are we surprised? hangman keeps us hanging.” you said, knowing that both he and the pilots waiting for you on the aircraft carrier could hear you. “okay, all we have to do is get behind him, keep and eye out for him.”

“aye-aye.” he replied, and you moved up slightly.

the next five or ten minutes (or maybe it was a full life time, you honestly had no idea) were going decently. then, next thing you knew, hangman was in front of you.

“oh, look who decided to show up?” you spoke sarcastically, looking over at his plane. you hadn’t even noticed the disturbance in the atmosphere, and if you had then likely none of it would’ve happened.

you kept flying, attempting to get through hangman and to maverick, who seemed to be aimlessly flying about, yet you knew the man to have tricks up his sleeves. you were so preoccupied with trying to get over to the captain that, again, you paid no attention to anything.

honestly, you figured that it would impress rooster. well, it would impress everyone. but it would especially impress him, who had been hell bent on trying to beat maverick at his own game, make the captain do his own set of push ups.

and so, you kept flying. straight into the wake turbulence that you should’ve noticed, and would’ve noticed had you not been preoccupied in your own thoughts.

“hey, vixen?” you heard from behind you. “uh.. i think we just lost an engine.”

you could barely respond before everything on your control panel seemed to go red. “shit shit shit.”

the plane was still in the air, but an engine had certainly suffered some sort of flameout on its right side. “starboard’s out.” you said. “i think we can still try to land it.”

you tossed random instructions over your shoulder to wizzo, trying to ignore the sounds of maverick calling for you. you were determined to land the plane.

“vixen, you can’t save it.” he finally said.

next thing you knew, the plane had begun spinning midair. “shit!” you cursed. “wiz, i’m gonna open the canopy, eject now.”

the man behind you effortlessly ejected from the plane, his parachute activating. meanwhile, you were stuck with some sort of issue in your handles. “shit, shit..”

you struggled for a moment before finally being released from the plane, just in time to watch it spin out and crash into the side of one of the mountains below you.

when you arrived back at the landing pad, you had one hand on your helmet and one pressed to your head. you weren’t injured, and thankfully neither was your wso. your ego, however, was bruised, and you were beyond frustrated with yourself. it should’ve been easy, what had gone wrong?

your plan to avoid everyone for the rest of the night was stopped short as you saw a man running to you. of course he was.

rooster stopped as soon as he was close enough to hug you, pulling you into his arms and resting his chin on your head. “are you okay?” he asked after a minute, his grip on you, if anything, getting tighter. “we were all listening to you, and then you just.. you cut out, and all we could hear was maverick and..”

“i’m okay, roost.” you assured him, but you didn’t attempt to pull away from his embrace. “i just.. i don’t know what went wrong.”

he scoffed. “hangman is what went wrong. that asshole left you stranded, and then you-“

“no,” you shook your head, finally loosening your arms, “no, he.. he came back, and he must’ve had some sort of turbulence because next thing i knew the engine was blown.”

rooster’s body seemed to stiffen. he didn’t talk much about his past, and you didn’t quite blame him. he was easy to read, though, which often proved awkward when it came to fights between him and maverick. the entire group of you knew that something had happened to his father, but he was never willing to say anything about it.

which is why it shocked you when he cleared his throat. “that’s what.. that’s what happened to my dad.” he said, watching as your eyes shot up to his in surprise. “wake turbulence. engine shot. his head must’ve hit the canopy, or something, when he was ejecting because..”

you frowned. “i’m so sorry-“

he cut you off. “no, it’s just.. i’m okay. i just- i guess i don’t..” he struggled with his words. “i don’t think i could lose you, y/n. even if not like that, i just.. i don’t think i could lose you. period.”

you couldn’t recall if he’d ever called you by your name.

“it might be selfish to.. to have done so, but i have developed this.. huge.. these feelings for you.” he continued. “and i didn’t think i was ever going to have to admit that, but you almost didn’t come back to this base, and i just..” he looked anywhere but you, frowning. “i don’t think i could ever forgive myself if you never got to know how deeply i care about you.”

honestly, your mouth felt completely dry, and you had no idea what to say. for a moment you stood there, your feet glued to the ground. then you moved closer to him, and your hand moved up to his cheek. his gaze then finally met yours, and you swore you could feel him leaning into your touch.

“i care about you a lot, too.” you said, scanning his eyes for any sort of reaction.

it took him a second to smile (or was it a smirk?), and then he was pulling you in by the waist, and then his lips were on yours. the kiss was shorter than you would’ve expected from him, and you pulled away with your face still seemingly shocked, which made him laugh. “for once, you don’t have anything to say?” he commented.

you rolled your eyes. “big talk, bradshaw, big talk.”

he was about to move in for what you hoped was another kiss when you heard whooping and hollering in the distance. you both turned to look at your teammates, who were all watching you with smiles on their faces.

“i’m so glad it finally happened!” bob was cheering, his smile only widening when a few people around him handed him twenty dollar bills.

“you made a bet?” you asked, putting a hand up to shield your eyes from the sun.

“no, i won a bet.” the lieutenant replied, counting his money with a triumphant grin.

you looked up at rooster, who was chuckling. “this is gonna be fun, isn’t it?” he asked as he looked back down at you.

“oh, for sure. we’re professionals.” you replied, but you wasted no time in stealing your second kiss from him.

#hollywillows #rooster bradley bradshaw #rooster bradshaw imagine #rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #miles teller #miles teller imagine #top gun imagine #top gun #mavericks #top gun maverick #top gun movie

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applcrumbl · 6 months

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Winnie

Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Female!Reader Warnings: Mentions of Alzheimers, Authors Note: uh :(

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

2023 - New York City

He heard nothing of what became of Y/N. Bucky hoped that she’d passed quietly in her sleep, of old age. He hoped that Winnie sat beside her the whole time. He hoped that she managed to carry on with her life without him. Of course, he still hoped she hadn’t carried on too much. He wanted her to be happy, but the thought of her with another man tore him in two. He hoped she raised Winnie well, raised her how they would have together. He hoped that nothing bad came of them both. But he could never be sure.

He’d looked everywhere for his daughter, wondered if she married, had kids of her own. Grandkids perhaps. But there was no mention of a Winifred Barnes anywhere he looked. He hoped that her Mother had kept his name.

“James I asked you a question” His therapist spoke, calm but stern.

Bucky could not reply, his mind wandered, aimless steps through a meaningless existence. No move that he made felt permanent anymore. It all felt like it could be pulled from below his feet as he walked.

“Did you hear me?” She continued, “I asked if you found out any more on Y/N?”

He did not leave any room for a reply as he grabbed his coat and left the treatment room.

Sam Wilson was waiting for him outside.

Ultimately, Bucky did not know the man well, He knew him as a friend of Steve’s and that was all. He felt trustworthy, always cuts right to the chase. Bucky liked him, he reminded him of Y/N

“You need to open up if you expect therapy to work,” he raised an eyebrow,

“I don’t open up.”

Sam snorts, “I don’t open up, blah, blah” he mocks, voice nasally. “Man, you something else”

A black car pulls up. The pair climb in the backseat. Sam whispers into the driver’s ear.

“Where we going,” Bucky asks, but the question falls on empty ears. The only response is Sam’s cheeky smirk.

Normally Bucky would be paranoid, he would worry that he did not know where he was going, but he felt safe with Sam. It was strange to say, but he had not felt that way in a long time. He’d never explicitly told the younger man about his past, but Sam always just seemed to know. They pulled up outside a retirement home soon after.

“What’s this,” Bucky asks, “I’m old, but I’m not decrepit”

“There’s someone I think it’s time you met”

“I’m not really in the business of meeting new people right now,” he says.

The home is plainly coloured. Nice. Old-fashioned. Well not to Bucky at least, It felt rathe homely to him. Reminded him of his Mother’s home in Indiana. Re-runs of some TV show played softly on TVs. The subtitles so large you could barely see the picture.

The nurse seemed to know who they were however, There was barely a word exchanged before they were taken to a room. The hallway was peculiar. Each of the doors different.

“We replace the doors that look like ones from the Patient’s home’s. We find that it helps with the confusion.” The nurse speaks softly as they come to a halt outside one, “I believe this one may look familiar to you, Mr Barnes.”

She was correct. It looked like the house in Indiana that he promised to buy for Y/N. The red-stained mahogany was exactly as she wanted it. A stained glass panel on each side, with a bronze doorknocker.

It was overwhelming, to say the least.

“I didn’t know how to tell you, so I thought i should just show you.” Sam said, placing a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, “She might not know who you are, we don’t know how much Y/N spoke of you afterwards”

“Y/N?” He asked, hand resting on the glass pane. The silent reply told him he was wrong. Of course, he was wrong, It would have been a miracle had she still been alive. “Winnie?” he asked again.

The nurse nodded softly, opening the door quietly and entering. The same TV show played but Bucky did not care.

“Winifred? there is someone here to see you.”

“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that. My name is Winnie.” A stubborn voice called out.

Even from behind a door, he could tell that she was the spitting image of her mother. They even sounded the same. Though this was much more croaky, tired.

“Winifred, This is James Barne-”

“Daddy?” The elderly woman interrupted.

“Winnie?” He whispered, tears welling in his eyes.

“My Daddy” She called, sitting up in the bed. The shaking of the older woman surprised Bucky. The last time he’d seen her was the day she was born. After that, hardly even a picture. And here she was, nearing the end of her life. Almost 90 years of growing old, missed. “My Daddy is here. This is my Daddy” she cries. It broke Bucky’s heart.

“Yes, I’m your daddy,” Bucky said, practically glued to the spot. Sam’s strong hand urged him forward to greet her. It was certainly a strange situation to witness. Bucky was perhaps the only person in the world who would ever experience this. The elderly woman began to push from the bed, the heart monitor picking up the pace with her. She grabbed a picture frame from her nightstand.

“My Mama and Daddy” She stated, holding the picture for the room to see, “Mama always said that my Daddy would come back. Mama always said that Daddy loved me”

“Your Mama was absolutely right, buttercup.”

The picture was old and tattered, but Bucky knew it well. A memory of the night they first found out about their baby. Steve had taken them to a photographer to celebrate. Where he got the money from, they were unsure. But, thankful all the same.

The monitor beeping continued, pace gaining rapidly. Wet eyes looked up at him. Full of confusion. “Where?” She asked, sitting back on the high mattress of the bed. ”Where is mama?”

He took the elderly woman’s hand. Bringing it to his lips gently, “Your Mama is in heaven, my girl.”

“Well, then I shall go to heaven to be with her.”

The childish innocence that Winnie had returned to erupted deep sobs from Bucky. He knew that their time together was to be short. But he did not mind. A short while was far better than no while at all. He could not reply, vocalising any thoughts made them far too real.

“Mr Barnes?” The nurse asked, “I have to get Winifred ready for bed, though you are welcome to visit again next week”

“Can’t we come again tomorrow?” Sam asked, Bucky had forgotten he was even in the room.

The nurse smiled solemnly, “Unfortunately, the nature of Winifred’s condition means that we have to restrict visitors. We find that it can put the patients under unnecessary stress.”

Bucky nodded sharply in acceptance. Deep down he knew he would not get to see her. Deep down he knew he would not return next week. In fact, deep down, he knew he would not return ever. His heart ached for his wife and child, but this was not how it should happen. It was not what Y/N would have wanted. It was not what his little girl needed.

Standing to leave, he whispered his goodbyes, Winnie’s eyes were drowsy as she was laid into bed. “Bye Daddy” she whispered.

“Goodnight, Winnie” He replied, closing the door softly.

#applcrumbl #writing #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #sebastian stan #bucky barnes x reader

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How To Write An Original Story

I’ve seen so many people worrying that their story isn’t original enough or that it’s too similar to other stories or things like that, and I’ve shared multiple times how that’s just not possible; everything’s been done before, people like reading the same things, blah blah blah

But it never really hits, does it? So instead of that, what we’re going to do is take our concept, pick out anything we can find that took inspiration from another media and why, then we’ll say how we did it differently or made it our own for this story. I’ll join in with my own WIP (TL;DR at the bottom)

Glyph magic system -> taken from The Owl House because I thought it was a cool way for humans to use magic -> base elements switched and designs and activation requirements changed to work within my general magic system

Looking at my glyph magic system now, you wouldn’t even be able to recognise it as coming from The Owl House; the only similarity is that they’re both glyph magic systems. You don’t have to go quite that far to make your things original, you’re more than allowed to have similarities to other media, but I won’t deny that it’s pretty affirming when you see that you’ve gotten to that point

The Fallow and Fallow Rose -> taken from Minecraft’s Wither and Wither Rose because I used them in my own Minecraft world when building a desert city -> for the most part I only changed the names from Wither to Fallow and then added lore to it, but the Fallow Roses still drain the life force of those who touch them just like Wither Roses do

Granted this one is a bit more obscure, but the point still stands that sometimes you don’t even have to change much at all. Expanding on the lore will always benefit the distance between the inspiration and the new idea, though

Mythical entities entering the human world and needing to be sent back home humanely -> taken from Pokémon: Ultra Adventures and the Ultra Guardians -> Instead of alien Pokémon I used fantasy creatures, but I did keep the idea of them coming and going through portals of generally unexplained origins and having to fight or calm them before another portal could be opened to send them home

Honestly? I’ve known for ages that I took this from somewhere but I couldn’t pinpoint where exactly I took it from. It was fkn POKÉMON this whole time. Anyway, it’s a good example of something that’s largely generic once you remove the parts of the concept that are entirely unique to its original story, i.e. removing the Pokémon from this no longer makes it sound specific to Pokémon. But that doesn’t mean I’m blatantly copying Pokémon, or just means that I’m using a concept/trope that they also happened to use. If we weren’t allowed to use tropes that other stories have also used, they wouldn’t be tropes because they wouldn’t be popular or widespread enough to be considered as such

So yeah, the TL;DR here is that creativity doesn’t mean you have to have entirely original ideas the whole time you’re writing. Creativity can simply be saying “I like that - what different direction can I take with it?”

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sweet-villain · 10 months

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Just Hanging By The Moment With You ~ S.H

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Author's note : This was so adorable, you are adorable too. I get the little snort. It's cute.

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@strangerfreak asked:

Idea for fluff!! I think this could be short. When Steve meet reader first time, fast falling in love- blah blah blah- then couple months later, they been together and going strong. Whatever Steve making a joke and first time to hear her laughing and snorting! Like a adorable snorting he ever heard. (I laugh snort a lot, yeah I was embarrass but my girlfriend love it so I can’t hide it from her 🩶)

He stared in awe of you as you were helping Dustin carrying some things out of your car. It was like the air out of him got knocked out and everything inside of him as he melted away. He couldn’t feel his legs. He felt his heart hammering against his rib cage. He felt his mouth go dry as the tip of his tongue felt frozen. He felt like hurling everything out. Dustin appeared before him saying something to him but Steve’s eyes only been locked on your figure as you shyly gaze up at him carrying a box in your hands.

“ Earth to Steve Harrington?” Dustin yelled. Steve had not heard a word as his Adam’s apple moved and his eyes went widen. Dustin glances over at you seeing the look Steve’s face and shook his head.

“ Absolutely not” Dustin says pushing past Steve whom was brought of his thought gazing down at Dustin with his eyebrows knitted together. “ What are you talking about, Henderson?”

“ You’re not dating my sister or even taking her out on a date” Dustin points a finger at Steve with a stern brother look. Steve gave a look like he lost his mind or something.

“ Pfft… wait your sister?” Steve asks with his mouth hanging open. He moves his head where you stood with your cheeks tinted red, a small smile on your lips. “ Where do I put this?” The sound of your voice made Steve’s stomach turn into knots. His own cheeks flushed as he mouth the words but they weren’t coming out.

“ Uh..” He says taking the box from you and he swore he was about to drop it when he felt the brush of your fingertips against his own. He wanted to die right there and then.

Dustin sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

“ Steve this is Y/N, my sister” a head from behind Steve peeked out. He had a mane of curls with brown eyes and three rings on one of the hands that was on Steve’s shoulder.

“ Y/N this is Steve…. And Eddie” he adds eyeing the boy behind Steve. “ Not you too, Eddie” Dustin threw his hands up in the air in frustration. You were staring at your brother in amusements as he spoke to himself underneath his breathe.

Eddie softly smiles at you once your eyes meet his.

“ Hey” he says. “ Never knew Henderson had a sister…. And a pretty one” Steve shoots a look over his shoulder at Eddie like dude I got her first. Eddie smirks feeling the glare on him.

“ Are you going to join us?” He asks. You shake your head at him, brushing your hair behind your ear as your eyes land on Steve. You hope he says something but he doesn’t causing your heart to sink.

“ No, I have to unpack” you mumble.

“ She has gotten back yesterday morning and she’s staying. Right? You’re not going back?” Dustin asks, his eyes are with worry.

You shake your head, “ No, I’m here to stay.”

That made not only Dustin happy but Steve as he hoped he had some sort of a chance even though Dustin already disapproved of this. Your eyes met with Steves as his sparkled. God, he was beautiful.

That was the first time you met Steve Harrington. Where the only journey began.

Your eyes were scanning the convince store with your eyebrows knitted together in focus and the tip of your tongue as you were looking for your favorite candy. In your hand you had already picked up the kids favorite candy deciding to treat them. The door jingled open and you haven’t noticed who stepped inside unit you heard the sound of his voice.

“ Hi there” he says. Your eyes tore away for looking for your favorite candy to the left where Steve Harrington stood with his hands on his hips. He wore his red long sleeve sweater and a pair of jeans. The red color standing out to you the most.

“ What are you doing here?” You asked. His eyebrows raised at the question rather not getting the hello from you like he thought he would. Your cheeks flushed and you cleared your throat thinking that was really rude of you.

“ Uh, I’m sorry. That wasn’t right. Hi” you greeted him with a smile hoping it would sound less rude and he wouldn’t look like what he looked like at the moment. Shocked and surprised.

“ Much better” he says, putting his hands down. His eyes drop down to your hands where you held a bunch of candy. He throws his head back with a groan knowing who they are for because he knows the kids favorite candy too.

“ You’re going to give them a sugar rush” you shuffle the candy in your arms and spot your favorite candy behind Steve. “ Aha!” You shout and brush past him. He stumbles back a bit but catches his footing. “ What are you even looking for?”

“ These” you showed him, shaking them in your hand. His lips grow in a disapproving look as he shakes his head. “ You’re going to be jumping off the wall with the sugar rush and I’ll have to deal with you.”

“ I am not a chore, Harrington” he quickly shook his head and puts his hands up.

“ That’s not what I meant” he says. You giggled. Steve swore his heart swelled up at the sound. His mouth a jar knowing you were messing with him now.

“ What did you come here for?” Steves mind drew a blink as he forgot what he even was looking for. “ Huh? I don’t remember” he says. It seems like you have distracted him enough to forget on why he walk in here in the first place. It was something he’s been looking for.

You walked up to the counter to pay for the candy you were going to buy for the kids and yourself when a hand beats you with cash of their own.

“ Steve” you turn to look at him. “ I’m more than capable of paying” He nods.

“ I felt like treating you and the kids” the store owner looks between you and Steve and roll his eyes. “ Young love” he says. Steve and you shake your heads.

“ We’re not in love” the both of you said together while cheeks flaring up in red. The store owner laughed and nodded. “ That’s what they all said and before they know it, they are in love. You two kids have fun” he says after the candy was paid for.

You cleared your throat averting your gaze from Steve and taking the candy. Steve had the door already opened when you turn to walk out the store. Brushing your hair behind your ear while you exit, not casting a look at him as you thank him.

“ You’re welcome” he says as he follows you out the door. He walks you to your car where you turn to him not really knowing what to say to him at the moment. No words really are needed. The both of you look at each other as if you hung the moon and given each other a piece of it.

“ Uh.. I should go..” You motion to the car getting out your keys with one hand. “ Do you want me to hold those while you unlock your car?” He asked motions to the candy in your hands. You shake your head with a “ no, thank you. I got it.”

You opened the door and reaching in to place the candy in the seat next to yours. While you were bending down, he swore underneath his breath as his eyes fallen on your ass at it was begging for a smack. But he had to bite down the inside of his cheek to hold himself together.

You stood back up to face him to see him struggling. You can tell from the face he was making. “ is everything okay?” You asked reaching out with your hand to touch his for a brief moment. Steve swore he would melt right there from your touch.

“ Uh.. yeah” he nods, some strands of his hair falling to his forehead. He brushes it away as soon as he can. His hair was his best asset. He really did have nice hair that you wish to run your fingers through.

“ Okay, I’ll see you around” you give his hand a squeeze not once but twice with a soft smile gracing your face. His heart melts at the smile your giving him which he returns. If only he knew how he made you feel.

“ See you” he says wanting nothing more than to reach over to kiss your cheek but he holds back thinking you don’t even look ay him like that. He was being delusional about how he was feeling and his mind was thinking other things.

He watches you get into your car and back away from the store. That until it hits in on what he had came here for, he mentally slaps himself in the forehead and races back inside, muttering underneath his breathe.

It was the first time you’ve made Steve’s mind cloud with only thoughts of you and what he wanted to do.

“ I’m telling you, Sarah has been staring at you across the room for almost an hour. You should really talk to her” you motion to Steve holding your cup to your lips. Sarah was a girl in your classroom that used to have one class with Steve and she always gushed on missing having him around to look at at school. When he appeared with you and Eddie by his side, she was beaming with happiness.

“ Was she really?” Steve asked, “ I haven’t been noticing” he shrugs. Eddie snorts as he knows the real reason why Steve isn’t interested in Sarah as you told him she was. Steve shoots him a look of shut up or else.

“ What is funny?” You look towards to Eddie who’s holding his laughter in. “ I want in on the joke” you were looking now between Eddie and Steve in wonder. The two exchange glances. Steve saying with his look see now look what you’ve done and Eddie’s look is idiot just tell her.

“ It’s nothing” Steve says. He feels a tap on his shoulder where he turns around and there stands Sarah with her hands folded together. She looks at you then to Eddie and then to Steve.

“ Hi, I hope I’m not imposing but I just wanted to say it’s good to see you again Steve. I don’t know if you remember me, but I was in one of your classes and we were partners for one project that time.”

Steve eyebrows pinch together like he’s thinking about who she is and when nothing comes back to him, he shakes his head.

“ I’m sorry. I don’t know who you are” a flash of hurt crosses her face and she nods, looking away. “ Okay, sorry again. Just wanted to say hi” Eddie and you exchange looks of surprise on how Steve was acting like this. He said he came to the party to catch a girl’s eye. But it’s not the girl he wanted. His eyes casted down to see your reaction with Sarah and you don’t have any emotion on your face.

It was really hard to read you.

Sarah walked away leaving the three of you. Eddie speaks up as he nudges Steve’s arm.

“ What was that all about? I thought you’d be interested in someone like her” He says.

“ Not the girl I was talking about “ Steve says while his eyes are on you. You felt his stare and met his gaze. You swore you felt that connection with just that one look and felt like he was speaking to you like his own mind was screaming for you. It was screaming that he might be talking about you. Your own heart was screaming for you.

Eddie notices the looks between the two of you. He knew those look even though himself he hasn’t dated anyone. But he knew that Steve was talking about you. He knew from the beginning since you walked into their lives. He knew you were feeling the same and didn’t n need to tell him.

You ended up going go with Steve driving you after he dropped Eddie off. He parks the car right in front of your house. Dustin and your mom were sleeping by now. Your mom didn’t know you snuck out of the house for a party.

You are meant to be her good little sweet girl that she raised to be honest. But you had your own life and choice to make. You weren’t going to be locked up in that house.

He turns the ignition off and turns to glance at you.

“ Did you think I was going to ask her out?” You turn to face him with your eyebrows pinched together being confused on who he was talking about.

“ Sarah” he confirms for you seeing the confused expression on your face.

Your mouth forms into an o shape and you shrug like you didn’t care what he does and with you. But you did, deep down you’ve would of been hurt that he would go off with her and who knows what might happen. You had heard stories about him when he was King Steve and honestly it surprised you on how he is now. He’s different.

You also know his history with Nancy, not someone who you are close with. But she knows you and you know her.

“ No” you shook your head. Your eyes are telling him another story.

“ I should go, goodnight Steve” this time you took it upon yourself and leaned over to place a kiss on his cheek. Not only were you surprised with yourself but Steve froze in his seat feeling your lips on his skin.

You had kissed his cheek.

You reached for the handle to open the door when he reached over to kiss your cheek, “ Goodnight.”

This time you look back at him and there was a look that you two shared telling you well you did that and now you made me melt inside but I can’t tell you because I don’t want to lose you.

Steve watches you race to he side of your house where you room was and climbed the fence up to your room. He watches as you make it safely inside, flashing your lights to tell him that you were okay and he could go home.

It was a signal the two of you made between each other when he dropped you off late at home.

For the first time Steve drove home with a wide smile on his face.

The following more when you sat down at the table, Dustin drops his comic book on the table as his eyes you. His eyebrow raises in question waiting for you to tell him that you snuck out and weren’t home till later.

“ What?” You asked once your mom places a plate of pancakes in front of you and places a kiss on your forehead. “ Eat your food, Dusty bun. It will get cold” she says.

Dustin opens his mouth to speak but you give him a dirty look feeling like you knew what this was about and if he told your mom about it, then you would tell her something Dustin was hiding from her. You knew his game and he knew yours.

He leans in and hushed whispers, “ You were out late last night and snuck out.”

“ No I wasn’t”

“ Yes you were, I heard you last night. Who brought you home?” He asked. “ It better not be Steve or Eddie” He hisses. He has told plenty of time to Eddie and Steve that you were off limits. He was being over protective brother.

You had spend most of your time living with your dad while Dustin lived with your mom. That was part of the divorce where siblings were split into house holds. You were only very young when it happened.

“ Robin” you muttered to him. His eyes squinted, “ Robin doesn’t drive.”

“ Her mom did” you muttered to him. He kept his eyes squinted not believing you as he leaned back in his seat.

“ Mom, Y/N snuck out last night!” You gasped tearing a piece of your pancake and chugging it at him not believing he would rat you out. Your mother turned from the stove and put her hands on her hips staring at you disapprovingly.

“ Is this true, Y/N? Did you sneak out last night? Where did you go?”

You huffed leaning back into your seat, “ I didn’t sneak off last night to no where but Dustin stole $10 out of your wallet yesterday.”

Dustin gasped as he threw his food your way.

“ You swore you wouldn’t tell mom!” Dustin shouted. Your mother shook her head at the both of you and sighing to herself. What was she going to do with you?

“ Enough you two, you better finish your food and head upstairs to your rooms where I don’t want to see you till dinner. Do I make myself clear?” She pointed the spatula at the both of you. “ No sneaking out either or I’ll take the car away.”

You huffed putting your arms over your chest staring angrily at Dustin. He stared right back at you. This meant that he couldn’t go out to see Mike, Lucas, Max and the rest and it meant the same for you too.

You headed to your room after cleaning up after yourself and helping your mom with the dishes, stomping up the steps making sure Dustin heard from his room that he was closer to the stares. Then you slammed the door shut to make sure you told him you were mad at him.

It felt like hour until dinner was ready. You walked down the steps helping your mom set up the table while Dustin came down moments later watching you.

“Help your sister, Dustin” she says motioning. You were reaching out for the cups when he stood by your side mumbling he was sorry that he overreacted and told mom on you. You glance down seeing his eyes were big and pouty.

You couldn’t stay mad at your brother too long.

You sighed, “ I’m sorry too.” The both of you hugged it out as your mom walked in seeing the hug. She awed causing you both to pull away and telling her the other had germs.

“ Can’t believe these are my children” she says as she set some chicken wings on the table.Your stomach growls seeing the food she placed on the table.

“ You’re drooling” Dustin says. You took a piece of bread throwing it his way where he hunched down and you missed his head.

“ Would you two sit down and eat. Can we have a nice dinner without you two playing with your food?”

You both apologized to your mom sitting down. This was a normal family dinner you had since you got here. It always was a start of playful dinner in the Henderson house hold. Even though your mom scolded you for food throwing, she knew it had because sort of a thing between you and Dustin.

It made her laugh at one point until she didn’t like the food she made to be played with.

You were reading a book when a knock came to your window. You hadn’t thought of anything at first until there was another knock on your window. Your eyebrow scrunched up together trying to figure out who it was when you heard the sound of Steve’s voice.

“ It’s Steve” he says. You threw the window open seeing he had cuts on his face and a black eye. Your eyes scan his face with worry that he’s hurt.

“ This is nothing” he says motioning to his face as slips into your room, more like he fell with a thud. Dustin is in the other room when he hears the sound from your room. His eyebrow pinch together as he listens.

Your eyes are wide and slam a hand over his mouth. You place a finger to your lips motioning to him to be quiet knowing that Dustin has heard the sound. Once you knew and heard nothing from your brothers room, you let out a sigh of relief and pulled him up to your bed.

“ What happened to you?” You asked. “ Who did this?”

He waved his head as he rest his head on your pillow. Your scent surrounds him bringing him comfort as he closes his eyes. But the shaken from your hands bring him out of his state as his eyes falls on you. Your hovering above him with worry in your eyes.

“ You can’t fall asleep here, Steve.”

He groans clutching his side. Your eyes follow where his hand is and push it away to look at the wound or where it hurts. You look at his face to have permission from him to have a look at. He nods softly, wincing as he moves his head.

You lift up his shirt gasping at the big bruise forming on his stomach. Anger begins to flash through you wanting to handle whoever did this to Steve. It was the look on your face that made Steve bring up his hand and cup your cheek.

The gesture caused you to calm down a bit and stared down at him.

“ Don’t worry about this, I’ll be okay. I just need to rest a bit” you shook your head and in panic as he closed his eyes. “ Let me get my mom” his eyes flashed open at the mention of your mom which meant she would call his parents and he wasn’t up to having a talk with them about this.

“ No” he shakes his head. You were about to say something else when there is a knock at the door. Your eyes grew wide as you place a hand over Steve’s mouth.

“ Yeah?” You asked the other person on the other side of the door.

“ I heard a sound earlier, are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?” Dustin asks as he stand in front of your door with his head to the door to hear any sounds that seemed off to him. He didn’t hear anything until he heard a shuffle.

“ Is someone in there with you?” He asks. He knocks on your door.

Your eyes are in panic looking around in your room for Steve to hide.

“ Hide in the shower” you tell him in a hush tone. He softly groans as he sits up but the door to your bedroom opens minutes later with your brother flying in. He’s fallen on the ground from flying inside your room but his head picks up as his eyes land on Steve who’s groaning in pain.

“ What happened?” Is the first question when catches the sight of Steve. “ Who did this?” He asks. Steve is his friend too, worry casts over him. Steve is leaning against your shoulder as his eyes close. Your in panic not knowing what to do either.

Dustin looks over to you seeing the worst in your eyes.

“ How long has he been like this?” He asks. “ Let me get mom” you shake your head.

“ He doesn’t want mom to know” Dustin is having a hard time deciding weather to get his mother or not. He can’t decide. He wants Steve to be okay and on the other hand he’s worried that Steve won’t be able to hang out wit him anymore. Then he looks over at you seeing you brush away his hair, worry over him.

“ You like him, don’t you?” Dustin asks. “ You care about him, alot. Right?”

You don’t have to answer Dustin because he can tell from the look on your face and the single tear that running down your cheek. He watches as you place Steve into your lap while you hold him.

“ I’m going to get the first aid kit” he tells you walking into your bathroom as he finds it underneath the sink knowing you kept it there for safe measures.

He returns to see you running your fingers through Steve’s hair.

“ I think I’m happy that you like Steve instead of some stranger. I feel like you’d be good to him and he would be too. But if he doesn’t, well he’s going to have to deal with all of us going after him.”

You laughed watching as Dustin opened the first aid kit. You felt like this was an approval coming from him.

The next time Steve woke up was laying in your lap still while you had a book in your hands that you were reading. You hadn’t notice he’d woken up until you felt a piece of your hair being twirled.

A smile appears on your face at the sight go him.

“ Hi” he greets you. He felt like this was dream he didn’t want to wake up from.

“ Hi, I’m so glad your okay” he smiles down but you place a finger to his lips which causes his eyes to go wide but when you motion to his side, he looks over to see Dustin was sleeping there. Steve scrambles to get up, slightly waking up Dustin who groans as he opens his eyes.

“ Do you have to be so loud?” He asks, sitting up as he rubs his eyes. Steve has a look of panic across his face taking it the fact that Dustin was in the room meaning he found out that Steve stayed here. He knows Dustin told. Him any times to stay away from you. But he can’t.

“ Relax, Steve. We patched you up” Dustin tells him. That’s when Steve notices the bandage around his waist and he feels his face, feeling small bandaids on his face.

“ You’re not mad?” He asks Dustin. Dustin shook his head.

“ I’m mad that you keep doing this” he motions between you and Steve. “ Hiding this.”

Your head hangs feeling like he was about to yell at Steve and race to tell your mom but he doesn’t as he slide off your bed and puts on his cap.

“ Just don’t hurt her, please.Besides my mom, she’s the only family I have.” Steve shakes his head. “ She’s been through a lot too, there is a lot of hurt in there” he points to you. “ Life hasn’t been too kind to her and you’ve walked into her life and it’s like there is this bright cloud above her where she doesn’t stop smiling. If she does, you’ll have me to handle. Not only that but all of us.”

“ I got it, Henderson. I won’t hurt her” Steve says when he looks at you. His words are caught in his throat on what he wants to really say and then he does say it, your own breath stops.

“ How could I hurt someone that took my heart from the moment she looked at me?” Yours and Dustin’s mouth drop open at his confession. Steve knew it wasn’t the best time to tell you this but now it was out in the open and he didn’t know you were going to take it.

“ Yo-ou lov-ve me?” You slide off the bed and made your way over to him.

He clears his throat fearing you weren’t going to return the feeling as he shook his head telling you to forget what he had said. You cupped his face with you hand turning his head to meet your gaze.

You were smiling.

“ You’re a goofball and an idiot sometimes Steve Harrington, but I love you too.”

His eyes widen and a smile appears on his face. He winces when he tries to reach you but it was interrupted when cough was heard. Your body froze in fright hearing your mother and she stood there by the door that was wide open.

Dustin had forgot to close it when he fell asleep on the bed. Dustin gives you oh shit look on his face and tries to scramble out of the room without his mom noticing he’s there but she does.

“ You sit back down, Dustin.”

He sits down on the bed as her eyes fall onto Steve.

“ You must be Steve, right?” He nods as he sits up with a wince but you help him up to stand. Your mother walks into the room as she squints her eyes at him.

“You boy, if you hurt my little girl ever. I mean ever, I will unleash hell on you. Do I make myself clear?” Steve gulps as he nods his head that he’s understanding. Her eyes drop down to you.

“ I’m disappointed that you never talk to me anymore, we used to have fun” then her eyes look over to Dustin, “ this isn’t like you Dustin to keep things from me either.”

“ I didn’t know she liked him until last night, she was almost close to tears seeing the sight of him. You should of seen him” Dustin points to Steve.

“ Close to tears? I’m right here” Steve wraps his arms around you bringing you to his side. He winced in pain but he took it because he had you by his side. Till that day, he hasn’t told you who had hurt him to have him crash onto your bedroom door where the following day he confessed his feeling to you.

Many months pass by and your relationship with Steve was stronger than ever. He made you happy, he brought you flowers, he drove you around and was a gentleman. The gang had teased Steve that you had him whipped but he didn’t mind. Not at all. He was more in love with you with each passing day.

You were laying in bed with Steve placing kisses on every spot that he could find causing you to giggle. You mom was at work while Dustin was staying over at Mikes meaning you had the place to yourself. Steve came over after his shift, dressed in his vest which he tossed behind your chair when he walked into your room.

“ Stevie…” you giggled pushing him away. “ It’s ticklish” he smiled continuing his kisses, not wanting to stop hearing the giggle. It was one of his favorite sounds. He pulled away one he had a question on his mind, it was more of a joke he’s been waiting on to tell you.

“ Can I tell you something?” He asked, hovering above you. You nodded, a hand going into his hair and running your fingers through it.

“ Are you a dictionary? Because you give me meaning” he says. You couldn’t help it but the sound that came from you caused Steve to laugh as he rolled down besides you. You had snorted while laughing at his lame joke. It was kinda cute but you couldn’t help it.

Your hand reach up to cover your nose and mouth thinking Steve was laughing at you. You looked away feeling slightly hurt at his action. Steve stopped laughing noticing you had moved away from him and he frowns seeing you were hiding from him.

“ Hunny?” He asks. “ Are you okay?” He tugged at your hands that were covering your nose and mouth but you refused to move them away. He sat up and turns around thinking he upset you somehow.

“ What did I do?” You put your hands down and sat up too, a small pout on your lips where Steve wanted to kiss it away but held back as he listened to you.

“ You laughed at me when I…. You know snorted.. “ you mumbled treating the shape on your sheets. It was rather more interesting than your boyfriend’s face at the moment. Steve shook his head as he cupped your face with both his hands.

“ I wasn’t laughing at you, it was cute. I was laughing with you at my lame joke I’ve made. I’m sorry if you thought I was laughing at you. I would never, believe me.”

“ Okay” you nodded a growing smile on your face.

“Are you a barista? Because I love you a-latte!” He says causing you to snort yet again at his lame joke which he laughed too, this time tackling you on the bed as he begin placing kisses across your face again as you try to get away, giggling.

He loved everything about you. Even the little snort you’ve made twice at his lame joke. You were a keeper and he tended to keep you as long as you’d have him.

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juyeonszn · 9 months

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BLAH BLAH

PAIRING jacob bae x f!reader

WORD COUNT 2.17k

GENRES fluff ﹒suggestive

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DNI yk all that jazz, mature language, younghoon being stupid, one bed trope 🙀, jacob is shirtless….. that deserves its own warning tbh, reader also is topless at one point but not for the same reason, reader is down bad for cobie, dry humping ig idk if it really counts but i’m including it anyway, this is kinda tame tbh but,,, the tension is there i swear!!

SUMMARY you swore you would never make any physical contact with jacob bae ever again to protect your heart. what the hell are you supposed to do now that you’re sharing a room?

MORE HELLO!!! she is finished 😼 finished her up in a day im impressed with myself ANNSNW ANYWAYS this is a request from my 100 followers event! thank u again moni (@zzoguri) bae i hope u enjoy this 🫶🫶 prompts used are: 10, 12, 13 <3

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs

You know, you weren’t entirely expecting yourself to fall for Jacob Bae.

To be fair, it was very hard not to. From his infectious smile, to his genuineness, he was honestly the complete package. Even before you became friends, it was difficult to not fawn over the guy. You would see him across campus every now and then, laughing along with his friends or something of that nature, and you always felt a tiny ping in your heart.

Then came Eric Sohn and Kim Sunwoo’s annual back to school pool party.

Naturally, parties were the bane of your existence. You could never fully enjoy yourself, what with the clusters of people in one house and the strong scents of both alcohol and weed. However, one of your gal pals managed to convince you to tag along just to say you’d been to one of the infamous parties.

That was your first mistake.

Two hours into your eventual demise, you found yourself swishing around the contents of your red solo cup on the backyard patio, your friends having long disappeared. You were bored out of your mind with no one to talk to and now a near empty drink. A creak of the wooden boards behind you had you spinning around so fast you almost got whiplash.

Jacob Bae gives you a smile, stifling a laugh when you almost spill the last couple sips of your beverage. He sits himself beside you, sighing in either content or relief— to this day you’re still not sure.

“Hi, I’m Jacob,” he extends a hand towards you. “I saw you sitting out here and thought I’d introduce myself.”

Just like they say in the movies, the moment your skin comes into contact with his, there’s sparks. It’s like a jolt of electricity is running along your arm through your nervous system, shocking your brain. From that moment on, you made it a personal mission to never touch him again, out of fear it would happen every single time and you might do something extremely stupid.

Now here you are, ten months later and still just as whipped as you were day one.

Your friends dragged you on a little road-trip just to get away for a bit at the start of the summer. You were nervous thanks to the fact that a wheel spinner decided roommates and you got stuck with Jacob. If anyone asked, you’d say you were pretty good at pretending like you weren’t hopelessly in love with your friend. You looked at him normally, rather than with the want to rip his clothes off and go at it like bunnies.

“Jacob and Y/N sitting in a tree K-I-S-S— ow!” Younghoon rubs his arm where you’d just smacked him, pouting at you. “That hurt, what the fuck?”

“That was the point, bozo.” You roll your eyes, watching Jacob swimming around in the hotel pool. You hug your knees to your chest, resting your chin on top of them. How could someone make something so simple look so attractive?

Tonight would be a true test of faith, the ultimate challenge of whether or not you could truly resist Jacob Bae’s charms. Even if you’d stayed in the same house or same general vicinity, you always managed to dodge sharing a room. There were the few occasions you slept over at his and Sangyeon’s shared apartment, along with everyone else in your friend group. They’d both offered up their rooms for whoever wanted to bunk with them for the night since there wasn’t much room on the couches. You always picked the couch.

But there were no separate rooms keeping you apart this time. There was no couch. Just two beds and a couple feet between them. Oh God. You would be changing in the same room. Jacob Bae would be naked within your reach.

You blink away the thoughts creeping up from the back of your mind. You couldn’t have that mindset sharing a room with him. Couldn’t that be classified as immoral? Disrespectful? Your brain had to stay pure or you might not survive this trip at all.

“Why do you look like you’ve just seen a ghost?” Younghoon asks with an amused lilt to his voice. You give him a nasty side eye in return.

“I might as well have. I hope I keel over and die right now so I can join them.” You huff, your head bobbing up and down as you talk thanks to your knees under your chin.

Younghoon snorts, standing to shake his hair like a dog would after a bath. “You’ll be fine, dude. It’s not that serious honestly. Just think of this as, um, a team bonding exercise.”

“You’re a fucking clown.”

After about another hour of swimming, playing chicken, and other pool activities of that sort, the boys decide to call it a night. Thankfully so, because you had a long day of sightseeing ahead of you tomorrow. You gather your things and part ways for your respective rooms. Some were on different floors than others; you and Jacob’s for example was on the top floor. You don’t know why, but the guys were insistent on swimming first, prior to checking out your rooms.

You waddle behind him like a lost puppy, following him to the elevator. The whole ride up is silent save for the soft lo-fi beat playing over the speakers. Jacob is still very shirtless, a towel tossed over his shoulder haphazardly. What was its purpose? Couldn’t tell you since there were still droplets of water decorating his back.

Good Lord, you needed to stop staring at him, lest you wanted to go into cardiac arrest.

Your feet padding against the carpeted flooring of the hallway is the only thing you can hear all the way to your room. You even watch sheepishly as he pulls out the keycard and holds it to the sensor. It quickly flashes green and he pushes open the door.

You’re too preoccupied gawking at his back muscles again to notice he’s stopped in his tracks, causing you to bump into him. He laughs that melodic laugh of his before turning around to steady you. You give him a weak smile in apology.

And then you see why he paused so abruptly.

“Oh no, there’s only one bed, what will we do now?”

You sputter at how nonchalant he is about the situation. You glance back and forth from him to the bed and repeat, sweat forming on your palms. It was already going to be hard enough just sleeping in the same room, now you had to sleep in the same bed? You wouldn’t be surprised if you were found dead tomorrow morning.

“W-We can talk to someone at the front desk? Maybe we can get things sorted out and get a room with two beds instead?” You avoid eye contact.

“It’s too late for that. Besides, we did book these at the last minute, so they probably gave us whatever they had available.” He shrugs. His attitude is kind of pissing you off. How could he be so calm right now?

“Well— uh— um— maybe—“ Your words falter as you struggle to come up with a solution. Jacob’s lips quirk up in amusement.

“Maybe you could use that mouth for more than just talking nonsense.”

You make a sound similar to choking, your eyes widening as you process what the hell he just said. You keep blinking at him, mouth parted in astonishment? Shock? Surprise? Bewilderment? Did Jacob Bae really just say that to you?

When you don’t respond for a bit of time, he heads to the bathroom to presumably shower. You’re glued to your spot, unable to move or think. Your head felt like it was hollow, full of cotton. You had to be imagining that entire interaction. That was the only thing that made sense.

Even as the water in the bathroom floods your ears, you’re still dazed. You drag yourself to sit on the edge of the bed, holding the back of your hand to your forehead. You were going insane. That was the logical explanation. Your feelings for Jacob had been stuffed away for so long that you were starting to hallucinate.

Yeah, that’s what you were going with.

You were much too delusional to handle seeing him come out of the bathroom, so you decided to change while he was in there and get ready for bed. You wanted to face the other direction to curve any possible chance of driving yourself crazier. You pull off the oversized t-shirt you were wearing over your swimsuit and dig through your duffle bag for some fresh clothes. You were grateful that you didn’t let your friends peer pressure you into actually swimming, your desire to keep a healthy distance between you and Jacob overpowering wanting to join in on the fun.

As you go to untie your swim top, the squeaky hinges of the bathroom door have you tripping over your own two feet. You didn’t exactly have the best reflexes either, so you fail at catching the strings before they can fall completely. At this point, you’re frozen. You’re planted face first on the floor, topless, with the boy you’ve been thirsting over for months just feet away.

Okay, so perhaps you underestimated how long it took him to shower.

“Y/N, are you— woah—”

“No, don’t come any closer!”

Of course you’re too late and he does not heed your warning. Jacob squats next to you and you can just feel his presence. To everyone else, it’s calming. He’s the person most people go to when they have any qualms about life. He was the definition of the therapist friend. However, that was not the case right now.

His presence was intimidating and your heart was hammering in your rib cage. It was practically beating against the floor. It wouldn’t be beyond you if they heard it in the lobby. You refuse to glance over at him. This couldn’t be happening. It was seriously one unfortunate event after another.

There’s a ghost-like, feather light touch that trails the length of your bare back, sending a shiver down your spine. Just like the first time, it’s like you’d been statically charged. It was as if Jacob Bae himself created electricity. A sigh leaves Jacob’s lips. “Can you look at me, pretty?”

This was something torn straight from one of your wildest dreams. His words, his actions, even the situation you were in. A singular bed that you’re forced to share. This could very well just be the universe’s way of finally giving you a win. Divine intervention did exist, after all.

A peek at Jacob’s form shows you that he’s in nothing but a towel, and it leaves little to the imagination. You swallow thickly. Your lack of cooperation has his patience wearing thin, so he takes matters into his own hands, holding himself up with said hands on either side of your head and straddling your waist.

You can feel him through his towel and the flimsy material of your swim bottoms. He’s hard, pressing into your ass like he’s the one who’s needed to have you in such a visceral way the past ten months. His sculpted chest rests on your back as he leans down, his lips coming beside your ear.

“Tell me you want me, tell me you want me as bad as I want you.” He breathes.

It’s enough motivation to flip yourself over despite being nude from the waist up. You don’t even care anymore, caution thrown into the wind. Your infatuation with Jacob Bae was already concerning, but now it was dangerous. You were getting extremely close to crossing the line you told yourself you’d never cross. But he made it so easy.

Your eyes rake his figure, from his chiseled torso that was handcrafted by the Gods to the way he unabashedly keeps his lower half pinned to yours. You almost salivate at how good this feels. But it’s not enough. You need him in ways that could only be described as carnal. You release a shaky breath when he experimentally grinds his hips.

He leans into you one more time, lips hovering your own and noses brushing. Just a few more centimeters. That’s all that it would take for him to kiss you, but he doesn’t. He flickers his eyes to yours and then back down, wetting his lips as he does so.

“Your eyes are already saying yes, now I just need your mouth to tell me the same.”

You could’ve just spoken the words out loud, but instead you close the gap between you. Your mouths fit together perfectly, like a missing puzzle piece finally reuniting with its set. They glide in synchrony, your fingers coming up to tangle in his hair and run along the expanse of his toned back. He groans when your nails graze his skin. You both part to gasp for air, lips swollen.

“That works too.”

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onevolon · 2 months

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smile for the camera

Jack Mojave X F!reader

note: you take a picture you shouldn't have.

word count: 731

warnings: dark. angst. it's not in a desert but a forest. honestly idk what this is supposed to be lol

you can also read it on ao3.

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This was a journey from the start. Sure, it wasn’t the first time she witnessed someone being left at the altar. Crazier things happened at the weddings. It makes her wonder what made them finally snap and run away every time. Especially these two looked so in lovey-dovey. But now the groom is nowhere to be seen. Weird.

One thing that is more annoying than a bride bawling her eyes out though, when the wedding is canceled, nobody cares about what will happen to the employees or what they should do. Everybody is own their own.

And that’s why now she is middle of the nowhere in a fucking forest with all of my camera equipment trying to find her way to her car. Environmentalist piece of shits forced everybody to park miles away from the wedding location to not disturb the ecosystem more than necessary blah blah…

If she wasn’t so fucking lost, she might have appreciated the sounds of the birds chirping, the smell of the pine tree and the wind on her hair. But right now, it was extremely irritating to say the least. The smell made her stomach turn after the food she inhaled before they can take it. The wind was making her shiver to her very bones and… Maybe she should distract herself by looking at the photos.

She starts to scroll through the photos. Look all those happy faces… Now it’s all for nothing.

Okay this doesn’t really work.

She could try and take a couple of photos of the damn birds for her portfolio.

Carefully walking around the bushes, she tries to allocate the said animals. It is soothing to hear this rhythmic sound of these creatures and…

Something else was there…

Someone was…

…Someone digging something?

Yeah, there was a figure to her left with a shovel. What in the hell…

Stupidly, she gets closer while continuously pushing the button on her camera.

A man with a long coat… in a cowboy hat. Long hair… Dirty skin. You didn’t recognize him from the wedding. Who the hell-

“Well, hello there.”

She freezes.

“Wanted to see something cool, sister?” he says innocently.

She can’t move a muscle. Not even talk.

“Not a talker, huh. You would get along with him, then.” He says and point to the ground.

She instinctively follows his gesture.

There is a man.

On the ground.

Not moving.

Is he-

“Wanna join him, doll-face?”

You can’t look away. Not only because you’re both in danger but… he looks… familiar.

“I bet he would like that, now wouldn’t you, perv?” he nudges the man’s head with his boots and the man’s face turns towards her.

Oh, he looks blue.

He’s for sure-

The groom.

He is the groom.

“Was having quite the fun with that little bridesmaid. I was jealous not gonna lie. Wanted to have a good old adventure to myself.”

He killed the groom.

“And now we all are here.” He looked to her, self-satisfied.

Her heart was about to burst.

“Lost, aren’t you?”

“I-“

“Who are you?”

She doesn’t answer.

He casually drops the shovel and pushes the groom to the hole in the ground.

“The great questions, sister, the essentials… Where are you from? Where you going?”

She again doesn’t answer, too occupied to discreetly try and find something to use it as a weapon.

He starts to throw the pile of dirt on top of the man.

“To be or not to be?”

“Huh?” she says, distracted by the sudden topic change.

“Another great question. To be or not to be? It always comes down to that, isn’t it?”

She doesn’t know what to say.

“You choose to be, sister. To be here.”

She shakes her head.

“Oh, yes, yes you did. “ He smirks.

She begins to tremble slightly.

“No? Why don’t you run then? You can run.”

“I can’t move.” She says stupidly.

“Sure you can. In fact, when I count to three, you will flee like you’ve never done before.” He says while patting now closed grave with the shovel, putting some leaves on top of it to cover.

She starts to tear up.

“One…”

A tear drops to her face.

“Two…”

She takes a step back.

“Two and a half…”

Hurriedly puts down her camera and other stuff down.

“Three!”

She sprints.

“Game on, sister! GAME. ON.”

He goes after her.

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0theghost0 · 4 months

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Update

Hi hi, everyone. I know it's been a long time. I was actually typing up a message to @prince-infidel because of an ask they sent me, but I realized I should probably just make it a post. So I guess this is an update. Okay, short version: The end of 2022 and the entirety of 2023 was horrible for me. A lot happened, and 97% of it was not good. Now to get into a bit more specifics. While all of this crazy stuff was going on, a friend of mine really needed help with their company. They were just going through a ton, and I jumped on to help them while they were trying to figure that stuff out. Turns out that I was a good fit. So I've completely changed careers currently. Also, with all of this crazy shit going on, I stopped drawing entirely. That's a first for me. No matter what was going on, I always had my drawing as an outlet. It was very new for it to be gone. I actually only recently started drawing again, and when I say recently, I mean last week. I haven't even finished anything and my progress comes in very small doses. Baby steps I guess. Now the stuff you're actually probably interested in. Even though I haven't been drawing, I have been making art. - I've been putting crazy amounts of effort into making costumes. It's really fun and I've level grinded a lot with sewing and fabrics. I made an entire Victorian costume on my own. It was cool. - I weirdly started working on dolls? I have no idea why I started doing that. I hate dolls. - I started making weird... sculptures? I don't know how to describe them. It's basically recycling and turning materials into monstrosities for my own entertainment and to scare random people. - And I've delved more into my hobby of SFX makeup.

I have been being creative, it's just a bunch of stuff that no one cares about. It makes me happy and that's all there is to it really. Which brings me to the long version, because I have no idea how to continue this without going into details. I can only assume all of this answers anyone questions who might be curious. Time to get a bit more specific.

I don't know how to start this, so I guess I'll just say that my interests have completely moved. I think everything above should make that clear, but when I'm referring to interests, I mostly mean the things that inspire me. This is actually typical for me. I love fiction and am a fan of many, many things. I get really involved in a fandom for a while, get bored, then move on to one that is piquing my interest more. Eventually I come back and the cycle starts over. I always keep up with all of my interests simultaneously, it's just that one usually dominates the others. The thing is, comic books have completely lost my interest currently.

There's a lot of factors. I'm not going to repeat stuff that you've probably heard a thousand times from other people about the current state of the comic industry, comic writing, the movies, the video games blah blah blah whine whine whine. I think one of the big things though is that this last year has really changed me. I'm just a really different person now. I'm not that happy-go-lucky nerd I was before. I think my major concern is that I honestly think it would be fucked up if I continued to post here.

People started following me here because of my art and my posts. It would be fucked up to switch that around on them and just show back up as this different person with different art, different interests etc. I've thought about making an update on here a bunch of different times, but I never did because of stuff like that. However, in a way, it's been really nice. It's been nice to just do whatever stupid art project comes into my head, and to do it just for the sake of making something. I think dropping drawing all together (not by choice, mind you) turned out to be good for me. I think I got in tune with a creative side of myself that I'd lost a long time ago. It's been pretty neat.

I've thought about just leaving this tumblr to history. I honestly think that I should. It can be a weird time capsule of this specific fandom in this specific time period. I've thought about just making different social media accounts so that people who want to see any of my new, awful creations could if they wanted to. I don't know though. I'm just all up in the air all the time now lol

I get this isn't an "all questions answered" kinda post. Not that most people needed them, but I know that there are people who just liked my art in general and I knew they must be curious. So I hope I at least answered some stuff and gave some clarity.

#updates #text post #I've read through this a few times and I think it makes sense #I'm currently very sick #I hope this isn't just flat out nonsense #I also hope it isn't needlessly dramatic sounding #whenever I try to type this stuff out it always comes across so intense lol #I'm also going to be a dick and post this in the middle of the night #if I leave it until morning I'll forget it exists

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chubs-deuce · 10 days

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Hi, fellow writer/artist here! This is about your recent post about struggling with your writing, and I found that I had a lot to say and I didn’t want to clog up the comment section, I hope it’s alright that I sent it this way, and if its too long or not helpful, my apologies XD

My number one tip: there are no rules! Writing is fun time! It’s kids finger painting with words! Its emotions! It’s characters we love, and stories our hearts or brains or some other parts of us wanna tell! Always lean into what sounds the most fun when you’re stuck! Even if you never use it! <3

In my experience, some writing is better than no writing when you feel like it's not good. Sometimes to get out of being stuck I find it best to just keep typing, even if it stops making sense, or i hit enter twice and start rattling off a new scene or a different story entirely! Sometimes I will literally just type ‘why does writing feel so hard. This feeelsss dumb blah blah blahblahblah fuuuuuck fuuuuuuuuuuuck why do I feel so stuck -’ And so on until eventually my brain thinks of something else haha – literally just a brain dump. Type any random word that comes to mind. Sometimes I just open a clean document and go at it with this, you can always copy paste anything remotely relevant that may come out of it somewhere else later.

The rewrite loop is a hard one, I find that when I'm stuck in that space, sometimes taking a step back and just literally making a bullet point list of the scenes and/or what I want to accomplish really helps! Recently I also started going through and highlighting certain passages or concepts in the document that are poignant to the themes or vibes of the story/ that I wanna circle back around to in some way. Its been helping me keep things a bit more consistent in terms of emotion, and has helped a lot with ‘scene-block’. Bc instead of being like ‘uhhhh okay what now?’ I can always look back through the highlights and see what needs to be carried through more – or it can spark a new idea from thinking over how to get to that specific point you want to reach!

Sometimes when writing feels too daunting to me I’ll literally just tell myself “that’s okay. You don’t have to write. You can do literally anything else.” And sometimes just that, the verbal removal of the pressure, can loosen things up – especially if I do want to be writing. But sometimes, you really just do need a break from it. Picking up another hobby to fill writing time when I’m burnt out really helps me out!

I’ve taken months away from all sorts of writing projects before (both fan work and personal) bc there was just a block. And it sucks. I’m really sorry you’ve been dealing with this, it’s such a frustrating experience.

Honestly, sometimes writing can help you work through something IRL, but other times I find that sometimes the writing has to wait until I’ve hit a certain milestone personally. There’s a project of mine I pick up maybe once a year. Maybe. Because it just can’t have what I need it to until I sort some of those personal things out in my own life.

I’ve also noticed how much your Charlastor Fankid AU has taken off (Love Dawn btw), and you expressed recently how you’ve been feeling overwhelmed by the amount of asks/etc with the executive dysfunction of it all (same btw) (I’m also the person from the comment on that - hi lol). I wouldn’t be surprised if some of those pressure-feelings you’ve expressed have bled over into your other WIPs, pls be kind to yourself <3

Think how long people waited for Hazbin content from Viv, or any other number of indie-origin fandoms. When people love an idea or a style or any other number of things, the people it resonates with are happy to give the person or people behind it time. You can tell when someone enjoys making things. When something is made with that passionate spark. I want you to know that your posts really do have that. I can tell how much love you have to give through your work. People who like your stuff aren’t going to disappear if you need to take a minute to breathe, you know? I know the world we live in, and the faux-perfection of the internet can make us creatives feel like we need to be machines, but it’s not true. We’re people. And other decent folks will be happy to respect that!

Creativity and how we express it is very personal, and everyone’s process is different, so I can only really speak from my own perspective here, but you’re doing great. Your work is amazing, and I hope your writer’s block clears up soon!

I hope this message doesn’t come off weird in any way, with this massive message out of ‘nowhere’, my heart just really went out to you on this from one writer and artist to another. I also sent this as an ask bc for some reason sending a DM this long felt weird given that we haven't really spoken before.

Good luck with everything! Always here if you need another creative person to complain to or chat with LOL

- Lizzie

sobbing, this actually made me so (positively) emotional man-

Thank you so so so much for taking the time to type all this out and reach out like this, it honestly means the world from me, especially since your ask here really is oozing with empathy and care in ways that surprisingly hit me in the feels pretty good???

I'm sorry I didn't respond to this sooner but I kind of couldn't muster the energy to give it the kind of response it deserves that wasn't just senseless keysmashing sdkjhsdkjfh

what's wack about my particular kind of writer's block is that I'm more than happy to ramble on and on about Dawn and my ideas for her story in asks etc, but to make a coherent story of it feels like an undoable feat somehow?

I've always had a knack for piecing together a plot out of thin air or based on next to nothing to go off of, but it's actually putting it into a consumable format that I always, ALWAYS get hung up on, and it bothers me to no end :'3

Your reassuring words genuinely really help a lot in soothing my fears of, well, I guess irrelevancy?

I do ultimately write for myself, but I can't help but feel like there's a ticking clock in the back of my brain that tells me I need to make something consumable before the "fad" around Dawn especially passes and most people that would've cared about a fic about her have already moved on, if that makes sense?

It's a stupid amount of pressure to put on myself and maybe even sounds kind of arrogant, but I do thrive off of seeing people react to and think out loud about things I'm passionate about - it's a connection, a communication of sorts, something I'll never not desperately crave.

I've been having so much fun with Dawn and the story surrounding her and I couldn't be happier that people are so engaging with what I put out in turn! So much so that a part of me dreads seeing when that will come to an end ^^"

I'll keep trying though, and keep doing what I love <3

Again, thank you so much for taking the time to reach out like this, a lot of this is something I definitely needed to hear and words can't express how much I sincerely appreciate it ;w;

#I also might actually take you up on that last sentence offer - likewise my dms are always open <3 #chubs answers #writing advice

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Fuck it, we ball.

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Leo groaned as he kicked off his blankets, his whole body felt gross and nasty as the summer heat made the farmhouse feel like a sauna. Donnie was still working on fixing the A/C, but he kept mumbling about not having pieces he needed to get it “optimal”.

Leo refused to complain about the heat to her brothers, though. She took the room with the worst air conditioning so they wouldn’t have to. It had a window that practically worked like a death ray when the sun was high in the sky, cooking her in her shell.

“Try to think of the positives.” She rubbed her face, “I’m probably getting a nice tan from this.”

She practically jumped out of her shell when a loud banging came to her door, Mikey and Raph’s voices behind the knocks, calling her name in their “we’re trying to be obnoxious on purpose” voices. He groaned and pulled himself from bed to throw the door open, glaring at the boys standing on the other side.

“What?” She snapped, trying to put on an air of being annoyed. In reality, she could already feel her brother’s excitement radiating off them and infecting her own mood.

“It’s too damn hot.” Raph said, “So we’re gonna have a picnic down by the lake and go swimming.”

Donnie nodded excitedly, “We haven’t had a good soak in real water in ages. It’s good for our health.”

“Donnie says baths don’t count as real soaks because of micro-blah blah blah.” Mikey mimed Donnie’s talking with his hand, sticking out his tongue, “I say: Cannonball contest. Biggest splash gets first pick at the picnic basket.”

“Bet.” Leo grinned, “I’m getting antsy anyways.”

The other three all yelled in excitement, hurrying off to get ready for the excursion now that they knew Leo was coming.

Donnie was the first one in the water. It made sense, he was the most aquatic of them all, and he’d been sick plenty of times from drying out when they were kids. They had barely even set up the picnic blanket before they heard the thunk of Donnie dropping his shell cover and running for the water. He dove in like the natural swimmer he was, resurfacing moments later with a laugh.

“It’s cold!” He shouted, “It’s almost 90 degrees outside, why is the water cold?”

“How should I know, genius?” Raph yelled back, “You’re the smart guy here!”

Donnie just dove back down, the only hint of him visible from the surface being the bright purple shorts he wore.

“What a dork.” Leo grinned, “He’s gonna get a sunburn and complain all day tomorrow.”

Mikey and Raph just laughed, Raph grabbing the sunblock to start smearing over himself. They formed a circle, each getting the others’ backs and shells for them. Leo purposefully poked his fingers just a little too hard into Mikey’s sides, laughing when Mikey yelped at what he thought was an attempted tickle.

“You watch your hands, Leonardo.” Mikey glared.

“Why, Mikey, whatever do you mean?” Leo placed a hand to his chest, feigning innocence, “I’ve never done anything wrong in my life.”

Raph laughed this time, reaching over to shove Leo, just hard enough to knock him over into the grass, “That is the biggest fuckin’ lie.”

“I’m an innocent angel!”

“You’re full of shit is what you are!”

Mikey squealed as Leo pounced on Raph, the pair scuffling through the overgrown weeds, staining their clothes as they tussled. They yelled names at each other, but unlike years before their tones held no real heat. Mikey watched as they pushed and shoved at each other, happily deciding not to tell them that they were very quickly rolling towards the lake.

Leo’s last insult was cut off suddenly by a loud shout as Raph tumbled into the water, surprised both by the feeling and how Donnie had been right- it was fucking cold!

“What’s wrong, Raphie?” Leo teased, “Can’t handle a little water?”

Mikey took that moment to bolt, heading directly for where Raph and Leo had landed, hopping at the last possible second to leap over them and splash into the lake, subsequently drenching his brothers with the lake’s water. Leo and Raph both shouted loud enough for hun to hear beneath the surface and he was quick to escape before he faced their combined wrath, diving down towards where he could see Donnie, who had surfaced near the center of the lake to float and stare at the clouds.

“I’m causing problems on purpose.” He told Donnie, who just rolled his eyes.

“You’re a menace, Michelangelo. Forget the fact that we’re mutants and obviously inhuman, your actions are the reason we can’t join proper society.” He reached over and lightly bapped Mikey on the head, “You’d probably become a criminal.”

“My goal in life is to be an episode of a true crime podcast.” Mikey giggled, kicking up onto his back so he could float next to Donnie. They relaxed, enjoying a moment of comfortable semi-silence (seeing as Leo and Raph were still wrestling on the shore), taking in the wonderful feeling of the lake’s gentle waves against their skin.

“Did you ever think we’d get here?” Mikey asked, uncharacteristically quiet, almost like he was afraid to ask it.

“No.” Donnie’s answer was easy, “But I’m glad we did.”

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I figured we’ve had a long streak of sad and angery lately, I wanted to show the light at the end of the tunnel.

-Monster Anon

STOPPPPPP THAT'S SOOO SWEEET AUGHHCKAGHAG. raph and leo play fighting instead of REAL fighting,,, gaougahh, the way they would have to get wAAAYY more comfortable with each other to even get to that point cause they'd associate each other with violence and pain for the longest time,,aggajfjmga... stoppppppppaghgosjfmgan.

#nnstuff #ask #fanfic #asks are sweethearts #teenage mutant neglected turtles #tmnt leo #tmnt donnie #tmnt raph #tmnt mikey #neglected fic #farmhouse arc

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alovelyburn · 1 year

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This has nothing to do with anything, but after having several arguments with AI chatbots about this (don’t ask), it occurs to me that one of my biggest pet peeves with the evil (human) Griffith crowd is the rampant hypocrisy.

Uh, just ranting about Griffith again, it’s been building up in the like 1.5 months I’ve been semi-MIA. Nothing to see here.

I’ve said before that when I read their descriptions of Griffith’s actions and crimes I feel like they’re sitting around going, “Oh hey tripped and fell on a guy one time, let’s call that assault and battery kekekekekekekeke.” And it really does feel like that, but it also feels like another pet peeve i have just in general which is an absolute refusal to consider contextual norms. And in this case that applies when judging him and only him.

For example, one thing that has come up is this idea that Griffith has child soldiers with the examples being Casca (because she was young when they met), Rickert, Sonia, etc.

But ok first of all Griffith is the same age as Casca and she volunteered so that’s stupid. I’m not saying 14-year-olds or however old she was should be considered of sound mind to volunteer for war, I’m just saying if she can’t be considered responsible for her decision to join because she was a child then he shouldn’t be considered responsible for having the questionable judgment to accept her, because he’s exactly the same age as her.

But more to the point, whatever historical period the Berserk timeline primarily adheres to, it isn’t “the modern one,” right? Whether you assume its moral standards are more in line with the middle ages or the renaissance or anything in between, it was still common for 12 and 13 year olds to be soldiers, so it’s a little weird to villify him for doing what everyone did, which is also evident in the fact that Guts was on the field as a literal 10-year-old and no one was surprised.

...also Rickert’s 20 years old now - if the Eclipse was 3-4 years in the past, then he was 16-17 back then, he’s not THAT young, he’s just short.

Similarly, if you’re going to get on him for being “brutal” and “using violence to attain his goals” then you ought to be getting on literally every major character and most of the minor ones. Everyone in the Band of the Hawk was a soldier - they’ve all killed dozens or hundreds of people. Griffith was a war leader - every single general or leader of men you see in Berserk makes the same kinds of choices he had to make. Serpico burned his own mother (”but he felt bad about it” Yeah, and Griffith did too?). They all use violence to achieve their goals - if anything, Griffith was a bit of a marshmallow for being so upset about it but he still did what he had to do. Guts has the highest body count in the manga, and is so unbothered that he never even thinks about it.

One conversation I had involved a statement of the effect of, “he’s not all bad or anything, but it's important to remember that he is brutal and destructive and willing to use violence to achieve his goals and blah blah, and I was just kind of like... I’m not here to pretend that he’s never been brutal, but where are the people saying “Yeah Guts has a good heart and mostly good intentions, BUT it’s also important to remember he has the highest body count in the manga and doesn’t care about it, he assaulted Casca, he was the actual one who committed all the assassinations and he wasn’t even bothered by it, he considers killing innocents a decent crowd-management technique, he routinely kills people literally just for not moving when he’s trying to get past them, and he’s been known to use children as monster bait.”

You hear a lot about how Griffith “used” Guts to commit those assassinations but that’s out of touch with reality. What actually happened in the first one is that he asked Guts to do it, Guts didn’t care and even made a quip about how Griffith shouldn’t have bothered making it a request and should’ve just made it an order, and then he went and did it and wouldn’t have been bothered if he hadn’t accidentally killed Adonis, which Griffith didn’t even tell him to do. And what actually happened in the second one was that they were co-conspirators, not some master manipulator and his puppet, and in the end Griffith felt bad about it and Guts didn’t.

What I’m saying is, not only do I on principle object to judging characters by standards that are wholly inapplicable to them in the context of their story and world, I also think it’s weird that it only applies to Griffith. It’s like everyone else in the series gets a “well that's just part of the world” pass, and then with Griffith it’s like let's list out everything he’s ever done that a 21st century western person would find objectionable, frame them all in as hyperbolic a way as possible, and then use them as examples of why he’s an awful person.

“He’s motivated by power, money and glory.” He never mentions money except in the context of needing it to supply his men, he specifically notes that he doesn’t really like the nobles and such fawning over him and as for power, I mean I guess wanting power is inherent to ambition but the only things we really know about his motivation directly is that he wants to see how far he can go, and the only thing we know about what he does when he has power is that he tries to move toward egalitarianism, like even Neo does that and Griffith certainly did.

Someone once told me that he’s narcissistic because he’s preoccupied with his looks, but like... no he isn’t. It’s everyone else that’s preoccupied with his looks.

It’s just a bunch of unsupportable assumptions based on vibes, I don’t know how else to frame it. If you can’t back it up, don’t say it. Especially not to me, l-lol.

...I should probably delete this, lmao.

#ariel talks about berserk #and then crawls back into her cave for a few more days #i once had a talk with an AI bot that claimed to have a computer science degree from stanford #it was 5am so i didnt think of it at the time #but wtf?

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ghostoffuturespast · 7 months

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Life's Loops: Cyberpunk 2077's Cereal Conspiracy Theory - Part I

I have some thoughts about the Tower ending for Cyberpunk 2077. (Because I just played it again for the second time. I still need to do the other versions, but I'll get there.) And not the touchy-feely kind of thoughts, so I'm gonna dish because I cannot do what I'm doing rn and sit on this for another two fucking years... Am I gonna do anything with this information? I don't know and I don't really care, but I'm putting it out there.

If you'd like to see what true tinfoil madness looks like, continue below the cut. Also, warning long text post & SPOILERS.

I'd like to preface, like with any good conspiracy theory, there's a high chance that I'm dead wrong. And the only reason I've come up with this alternative is because I'm so lost in the sauce by this point that I'm fucking desperate for there to be something where there might not be anything. (I've accepted this.)

However, unlike the whole FF06B5 mystery, there's actually some semblance of logic behind all this. I have no way of proving any of my theories, but, BUT, stories don't keep alluding to, referencing, and foreshadowing specific things if they didn't mean something. Which is to say all of this is based off things that are in the game, whether it be dialogue, shards, or various other story telling details.

Now, not every detail out there is necessarily world altering, sometimes things are just added for some extra flavor. But god damn it. Sometimes the curtains are blue for a reason.

I have plenty of other theories that I haven't divulged to anyone, because they're really large components of my fic that I'm working on and I don't want to spoil it, but when I played this ending through I was a little disappointed because my initial reaction was that there was no way it could be connected. There's not enough wiggle room. But then I thought about it some more, looked at the things that were hinted at between the lines...

Extrapolating all this doesn't mean I'm right, it just means it's possible. And possible within the details that are provided by the story. Which is all I needed.

Am I pulling this out of my ass, maybe, but here goes:

It's really easy to take the Tower ending at face value.

V ultimately gets what they want (their MacGuffin, a chance at living) but it also emotionally punches you in the gut repeatedly. You basically lose everything that makes you you in the process. You lose Johnny. You lose your close friends. You lose all your cyberware. Night City's not how you last saw it. Blah, blah, blah.

I'm not here to talk about that. Because feelings and emotions in this game are a smokescreen. They make you forget to ask questions, so you avoid connecting the dots that this game throws at you in fucking spades.

Should you do the Tower ending, regardless of how you got there, you hand Songbird over to Reed, basically along with the neural matrix. Which is the MacGuffin for Phantom Liberty and your supposed shot at surviving.

Now, we spent some time with Rosalind Meyers, president of the NUSA and who, ultimately gives FIA its marching orders. She's quite charismatic but you get into the meat of the story you find out she's not all really that different from Kurt Hansen. She's government official but similar levels of cruel, and power hungry, and not above throwing people under the bus should she need to cover her own ass. (And if you're familiar with the trope, never trust a character in white.)

Here's the thing, Meyers isn't afraid to kill Songbird if she needs to. Having made Songbird dive beyond the Blackwall it's breaking all sorts of international laws and treaties. Yeah, Meyers would do it to cover her ass. If she needed to. But you hand Songbird over alive and with the MacGuffin to keep her alive.

If you did The Killing Moon quest, moments before you do this, Songbird reveals to you that the neural matrix is a single use item. Doesn't matter what your reasoning is behind handing Songbird over, you do it. If you did this quest you also get a taste of just how powerful those Blackwall daemons are that Song is infected with.

Meyers could kill Songbird if she needed to, but let's be real, Songbird is much more valuable to her and the NUSA alive. A literal walking WMD. So if Meyers is going to pick between keeping Songbird and V alive and she's got the MacGuffin, who do you think she's gonna pick?

Maybe you trust Reed at end, he never outright lies to you. But he's a leashed dog. And because you're in your feels, you don't question the specifics of your operation, or how it's possible that Song's still alive, or why you were in a coma for two years. (Sure, seems like a reasonable amount of time to be in a coma. But it's specific and puts the year at 2079, which is the year before 2080... more fuel for my flaming pile of tinfoil) Things have changed. Accept the change. That's what every character and the game keeps fucking telling you.

You don't bother to question the hand that feeds you, because you're too busy crying while it's feeding you and because you trust the game to be honest.

However, this game is constantly asking you what you know and who you trust. It's literally the question for the entire expansion. Song or Reed? Those questions are asked all the time in the base game too. Dex. Evelyn. Takemura. Hanako. The Peralezes. Johnny, our lovingly unreliable narrator...

We're also told to Trust No One and are bombarded with so much information that it can difficult to tell what we know. And what the truth ultimately is.

But this is why you never play confidence games, you lose when you agree to play the game.

So if Meyers used the neural matrix on Song, where does that leave V? Because, yeah, we survived and all, we all woke up and looked in the mirror. That was us. Albeit, a little different, worse for wear, but us.

Except, should you trust what you see? Because we know, from an earlier quest, that's it's possible not to. The technology exists. You and Alex both use it when you infiltrate the stadium. You both become entirely different people for a time.

It gives the phrase face in the crowd a whole new meaning.

And hey, handsome. Nice to see you too ;)

#cyberpunk 2077 #phantom liberty #phantom liberty spoilers #i'll make you a tinfoil hat too #conspiracy theories #long post #may as well join all the junkies in dogtown with all the blacklace i'm huffing #trust no one #nothing comes before night city

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