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atinylittlepain · 11 months

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Only Lovers Left Alive

cowboy!vamp!joel miller x f!reader

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He offers her another option between life and death. How could she refuse?

warnings | 18+ smut, slight dubcon initially, gore, blood, dark themes in general, you've been warned muah hahahaha

wordcount: 4.5K

a/n | vamp!joel has me by the throat (pun intended) and though this is my last fic before my two month break, i have decided to turn this into a series that will span the decades! i already have 1920s, 1950s, and 1970s vamp bb waiting in the wings for when i get back in august :) BTW this first one is set in the 1870s ish - ALSO, @toxicanonymity posted a mind-melting vamp!joel fic last night that y'all should check out if you have a taste for the ~darker~ things in life. k, love you, bye

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A condemnation. An exile. Execution and exultation all wrapped up in one. She knew that if she rode out of town she need never look back. A white dress hanging on the bureau in her room the last thing she saw before she slipped out into the night. Her daddy’s gun and her brother’s horse and a scrawled note for her mama left behind. Do not look for me, I am already gone.

She has every intention to be dead by the time the sun unfurls over the plains. The only true escape for a woman in this world, a loveless marriage nipping at her heels on her way out. She rides hard in the inky darkness until the flickering lanterns of the town are only a blink in the distance.

Her hands are shaking as she dismounts, eyes skittering over the lip of the canyon she stands above. A bullet and a fall. If it’s so easy, why can she feel the cool slip of tears as she presses that steel mouth to her temple? Just like she learned from her daddy, thumb back the hammer to load that single, sweet bullet. And a pull, as easy as a loose tooth snapping free.

But before she can, her horse lets out a nervous chitter, head swinging side to side. A man, silent, palms open and up, comes inching toward her out from behind a copse of sagebrush.

“Don’t come any closer!” He stops dead in his tracks, lips parted, eyes wide and glinting in the moonlight.

“Easy, miss. Don’t want any trouble. Just wanted to offer my help.” It’s such a strange thing to say to a woman with a gun nosing at her temple that she finds herself letting out a humorless laugh.

“Do I look like I need any help right now?” It surprises her, the smile that softens his features, eyes crinkling up, soaked in kindness, and understanding.

“With all due respect, miss, you seem perfectly capable. But you should know that pistol of yours ain’t loaded.” She almost doesn’t want to check, a hot rush of embarrassment skittering up her spine when she does and sees that the man is right. She can already feel the tight sting of tears, something uglier and more desperate than frustration settling in her stomach.

“You probably think I’m a fool, don’t you?” The man takes another step forward, still with his hands up, still with that kind look in his eyes.

“I don’t think you’re a fool. Think you’re hurting like a lot of other folks out on these plains.” Another two steps closer and he extends his hand out to her, and for some reason, she takes it.

“Name’s Joel Miller, miss. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, even under such circumstances.” Deep, dark brown eyes that swallow her up. She finds herself telling him her name before she can even think not to.

“I ain’t gonna try to talk you out of anything. What I can offer you are some bullets, and maybe a meal if you’d like to stick around a little longer.” All charm, the quicksilver of his smile crooking in the pale light and she has to force herself to let go of his hand. She tries to take a few stumbling steps back, oblivious to the cliff-side her heel skids right over, a clipped yelp jolting through her chest before strong arms are wrapping around her waist and tugging her back from the edge.

“Woah there, miss. I think you’d prefer a bullet to a fall like that.” The way he so easily talks about it makes her stomach flip, something slippery settling that isn’t altogether unpleasant.

“I don’t have money and I ain’t that type of girl if you’re thinking you’ll get something out of helping me.” He laughs, a low thrumming thing, his palms still gripping her waist, his legs brushing against her skirts.

“Ain’t that type of man, miss, I promise. Just another lonely soul like yourself.” His hands slip away from her, stepping back, a chill running up her spine that makes her flush.

“Tell you what, I’ve got a camp a few yards ahead. A quick ride on that horse of yours. You can think on it and when we get there, I’ll get you your bullets and if you’re inclined to it, a warm meal.” She knows she can’t go home, not now, something worse than death waiting for her there. And something about this man, Joel, is making her want to say yes.

“Alright, you have a deal. But just because my gun isn’t loaded doesn’t mean I don’t know how to use it in other ways so you better not try anything.” A grin, all teeth.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, miss.”

He’s strong, she can feel it in the bulk of his thighs settling behind her on her horse, the steady, solid front of him pressed against her back. By the time they canter into a small rock outcropping, her mind is hazy with the feel of muscle pushing and pulling against her.

True to his word, the first thing he does after helping her down from her horse is to rustle around in his pack, taking out a silvery pistol and giving her two bullets from his own barrel, palms brushing in the trade.

“Those oughta work just fine in that gun of yours, though I am waiting on your answer.” That same slanted smile of his, eyes flicked up with the tilt of his chin.

“Please, miss. Pity a poor, lonely man. Just a bite.” How could she say no to that?

In the warm glow of the fire, shadows and light reveal just how handsome he is. The strong hook of his nose, the cut of his jaw beneath that patchy scruff of his. And those eyes, flickering in the flames, watching her every move.

She hadn’t realized how hungry she was, and though it’s sparse, rough fixings, she finds herself scraping up every last bite. No one to tell her to chew with her mouth closed, no table to get her elbows smacked off of, just this strange, silent man staring at her.

“Aren’t you hungry too?”

“Oh no, miss, I’m quite alright.” It makes her pause, her breath hitching, as she stares down at her already empty plate, her stomach rolling in a quick lurch.

“You– I–”

“You worried I poisoned you?” He says it with that same grin, and she’d like to scramble onto her feet and onto her horse and get as far away from him as she can. But the cool prickle running up her spine keeps her seated right where she is, trying to stammer out some sort of response. Joel is quick to silence her stumblings with another laugh though, teeth glinting in the swerving light of the fire.

“That’s alright, miss. But you should know I don’t want to harm you. I want to help you.”

“Help me?”

“Uh-huh. What if I told you that I could offer you another way out that doesn’t involve putting a bullet in that pretty head of yours?” Those eyes of his are catching her again, soothing the stilted beat in her ribs.

“W-what would it involve?”

“Well that’s a bit hard to explain, miss. But I assure you, it’s nothing you wouldn’t enjoy, thoroughly.” His hand reaches out, fingers tracing along the hinge of her jaw, brushing down the side of her neck before dipping under the neckline of her dress, flickering back and forth, back and forth along her skin.

“If you ask me, a sweet thing like you deserves more out of this cruel, cruel world.”

“M-more?” Shifting closer to her, his arm draping over her shoulders, pulling her into the haze of him, that silvery grin up close.

“Don’t you want to feel good, miss?” His lips so close she can feel the brush of them along her cheek, his fingers curling tighter around her shoulder. And then, with a stuttered nod of her head, she sinks into him completely.

She’s only had frivolous, playground kisses before. Quick, daring pecks followed by a fast dash away before anyone could catch them. This is not that. He devours her, licking into her mouth in a way that both shocks and soothes, his palm coming to hold her jaw firm in place as his lips move against hers. And she takes it, all of it, letting him move her to his will, his lips a wandering drag beneath the hinge of her jaw, lingering along the arc of her neck before dipping down to the tops of her heaving breasts pressing against the neckline of her dress.

“How sweet you are, my darlin. Sweet everywhere, ain’t you?” There’s nothing she could possibly say to that, her mind spinning in jagged gasps of sensation when he brings his hands to the front of her dress and rips clean down the front of it, corset and all, leaving her in just the thin gauze of her slip. She finds something like courage, a small ember of it smoldering enough for her to start tugging at the shoulders of his leather coat, earning a chuckle from him when he finally gets the hint and shrugs out of it.

“I need your words, darlin, else I can’t do this. Do you want this?” She’s not even entirely sure what this is, only that her mind is swimming in it, in him, and she wants more of it.

“Yes, Joel, I want this, I do.” He pulls her in for another bruising kiss, lips curled in that grin as he coaxes her to lay out on the cold desert ground, though she doesn’t mind with the way her body is burning up beneath his touch.

She’s never done this before, guided only by the sharp tug in her belly, that aching want intensifying as he rucks her slip up beneath her collar bones and begins a salacious trail down her skin. His lips close around the peak of one of her nipples, a gasp dragging through her throat as his tongue laves over the bud. But it’s a rattling shock when he dips just a bit lower, teeth sinking into the full curve of her breast before his tongue sweeps over the sting, soothing, soothing, soothing.

Lower and lower, a path of his open mouth mapped across her skin until he’s settled between her thighs, the broadness of his shoulders spreading open the hinge of her hips.

“No one’s had you like this, have they, darlin?” His eyes are blown black, unwavering, turning her shy and small beneath his question, her chin tucking into her shoulder as she shakes her head. He lets out a low groan at her response that makes her thighs clench, jolting in the wide grip of his palms.

“I’ll do all the work. All you have to do is let it feel good.” That’s about all the warning he gives her before his tongue drags a flat stripe through her cunt, her spine arching with the dizzying sensation as he settles his lips over a spot that makes her gasp. Over and over again, his tongue swirls against that aching point of pleasure, his palms turning harsh in their grip on her thighs as her muscles start to shake from it. Her eyes roll back, up to the stars in the pitch-black sky, ears thrumming with the obscene sounds of his lips smacking with her arousal. And it hits her all at once, everything going tight and hot with sensation before she unfurls for him with a sigh of his name, body languid and liquid as he continues to lap at her dripping cunt.

“Feels good, huh, darlin? Can make you feel so much better though.” She groans when his mouth meets hers again, open, wanting, receiving, the taste of herself on his lips making her mind swim. It’s primal, pre-human, the want she feels for the thick heat of him that’s settled between her legs, her hips canting up to chase that pressure.

“Please, Joel, I want to feel good.” She’s almost crying with it. Nothing has felt like this, ever. And he’s more than willing to give her what she wants.

“Gonna take my time with you, darlin. Make it feel real good.” He plants one palm next to her temple in the red earth, his other hand fumbling to unfasten his pants and shuck them down enough so his cock can rest, heavy and flushed against the soft inside of her thigh. She has to bite back a whimper just looking at the sheer size of him.

“Don’t you worry, darlin. Remember what I said, huh? Not gonna harm you, just help you. Relax for me, that’s it.” A stretch, a searing, sick pleasure as he begins to drive his cock into her fluttering cunt. But he’s gentle, so gentle, a slow spread that has her mewling beneath him.

“There you go, taking all of it. Made for me, ain’t you? My angel, all mine.” She can’t help the moan that tears through her chest when he grinds his hips deep and driving, a pulsing, aching fullness that has her digging her nails into his shoulder blades. But that ache bursts into a snarling fire of want when he drags his hips back, only to roll them forward on a much faster, much deepers thrust, already settling them into a dizzying rhythm of push and pull.

“Joel, please I– feels so good, oh my go–”

“Just my name, darlin. Say my name and nothing else.” She does, long drawn out preens of it as he fucks her, that same pleasure pulling taut up and down her spine.

“Again, darlin, just like this.” His words are murmured into her throat, that beating, pumping crook in her neck, and her body responds in kind, unraveling for him all over again as he continues the hot drag of his cock through her cunt. As she starts to come, those open-mouthed kisses snap into something else. Teeth, a graze, and then a sinking, startling pain. All she can do is hold on, her whole body going limp in his arms as that pain radiates into a burning singe. A rushing settles into her ears, dark pinpricks around her vision, barely registering the warbled moan he lets out as she feels something warm smear against her stomach.

“I think I’ll keep you, darlin.”

And then perfect darkness.

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Like fingers skittering up her throat, she wakes up to a thirst so singular, so consuming, she actually brings her hand to her neck, wincing when her fingers brush what feels like a bruise across her skin.

“You’re awake.” It startles her so badly she jumps, curling up and scrambling back until she’s pressed against a large boulder. Joel sits, crouched, studying her, face schooled and steeled.

“I– how long was I asleep?” Her voice cracks, that thirst making her words weak and warbled.

“About two days. Slept like the dead when I was done with you.” His words crackle with his grin and she has to shake her head to refocus on figuring out where the hell she is. Looking down at her body, she finds herself in men’s clothes, slacks and boots, a button up, all too big for her, most likely Joel’s. And then she remembers what he had done to her dress and her thoughts go hazy again.

“W-where are we, Joel?”

“Just a few miles west. You hungry?”

“No, I’m– I’m thirsty.” His grin goes big and bright at that, silvery slick in the moonlight.

“I bet you are, darlin. Why don’t you come over here and I’ll give you something to drink?” The promise of this need, this burning urge being slaked is enough for her to close the distance between them, letting him maneuver her shivering body into his lap.

“Just give your body what it wants. Easy as reaching out and taking it.” Her palms press against his chest, a futile struggle as he guides her face into the crook of his neck with his hand cupping the back of her head. But something else takes over in her, a fire flickering up her throat when her lips press against the thin skin of his neck. And it is what her body wants, lips parting, teeth snarling and sinking in.

“That’s it, darlin. My angel’s a natural, huh?” When she finally pulls away, eyes hooded and heavy with satisfaction, she finds herself smiling up at him, something slick and sweet simmering in her veins.

“Thank you, Joel.” Teeth, all teeth.

“Of course, darlin. Gonna be you and me from now on.”

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He offered her another option. Something between life and death. That is where she lives now. This is how she lives now. With him.

When they must, they travel in the day, wide-brimmed hats tilted down, bandanas tied over their faces, long leather coats and gloves. Otherwise, they move in the night, over the vast, whimpering plains, whetting their particular appetites whenever they can, jumping towns before their faces can be known.

A year, maybe two, maybe even three. What use do they have for time? Caught in an endless tangle, just the two of them, and that blazing thirst.

But there is one thing they have their sights set on. Making their way back, retracing their path, her path to him, until they find themselves on the outskirts of a town she swore she’d never see again.

No guns, they don’t need them. Horses set loose, they won’t be needing them either. As the sun dips down over the plains, they walk through the main drag of town. He let her call the shots, agreeing when she insisted they come for the men only. Let the women and children run so long as they stay out of their way.

It’s a long night. One that ends in her childhood home. And by the time the sun is coming up, one would find the ranch house with the front door ajar in a silent yawn, her mama and her sisters having fled. And on the porch, still holding his shotgun, her daddy’s splayed out body. Perhaps luckily, she didn’t have any brothers. Just the man she was supposed to marry.

“I’m so full, Joel. I don’t know if I can have another bite.”

“Hmm, you wanna save him for later?”

“I think I can make room.” Fear, like the cream top on a fresh gallon of milk. So, so sweet and rolling in waves off the man’s trembling body, Joel pinning him against the wall of her childhood bedroom as she paces back and forth. They haven’t had this much to drink in ages, and she feels dizzy, drunk off it, smacking her lips with the lingering taste.

“What are you people? W-what happened to yo–” Joel cuts off the man’s blubbering by jostling him back against the wall, teeth bare, something like a growl pulling from his chest.

“Now, Joel. Didn’t your mama teach you not to play with your food?” She grins, and he mirrors her in turn, looking over his shoulder at her. A hum in her throat, she glances around her old room, eyes settling on the wardrobe, her hands itching with a small want. She’s already moving over to it, opening it, and sure enough, that white dress is tucked inside.

“That’s pretty, darlin. Why don’t you put it on for me?” It’s nothing for Joel to hold the man against the wall, one forearm pinning him by his neck as he turns to watch her, her fingers already flickering through the buttons of her shirt. She strips completely bare, savoring the two sets of eyes trailing her every move as she slips the simple white frock over her body.

“Look like an angel, darlin. Doesn’t she, boy?” Joel punctuates his question with a harsh press of his arm into the man’s windpipe, making him wheeze out a stuttered yes.

“All this talk has worked up my appetite again.”

“This one’s all yours, darlin.”

Blooming red flowers all down her dress, a trail of it down her chin that Joel laps up with a satisfied groan. They turn greedy with it, desperate to get the other bare, and when every thread of clothing is in a pool around their feet, he circles around her, his lips pressing into the striped scars on her back, a mapping of her history that she finally got to repay.

“How’s it taste?”

“You were right, Joel. There’s nothing sweeter.”

“Except for you, darlin.”

She’s not that shy little girl anymore. She knows how to take her pleasure, how to pull it from her man. And tonight, both of their bodies painted and slick with their feast, she does just that. All teeth, sharp, scraping nips when her mouth meets his, her hands tangled up in his hair to tug him closer with a low groan. Push and pull, a stubborn tangle onto the bed, her hands splaying out on his chest, nails digging in enough to make him hiss beneath her. Their skin sticks and slides with all the dribbling blood. They’ve always been messy eaters.

“Look at you, darlin. Like a fucking painting in my lap. So beautiful.” He swipes his thumb over her nipple, collecting a stray trickle of red and sucking it into his mouth with a thrum in his throat. And she in turn dips down to lick up the line of his neck, salt and metal on her tongue. So perfectly sated, she feels dazed with it, a slow-flickering want rolling in her belly as she drags her dripping cunt along his cock, just a taste of the pleasure they’re both chasing. But they’re both too far gone, too full of that ache for her to tease much more, sinking down onto him slow and smooth with a preen curling her spine.

“I’m so, so full, Joel. Fuck, so good.” Her whole body hums with it, the harsh press of his fingers into the curve of her ass, his eyes watching the tight bounce of her breasts each time her hips drop against his, and his cock grazing so deep inside her, that pleasure that snarls with just a tinge of pain.

“Take it, darlin. Fucking take all of it. My angel’s so good, always so good for me.” Planting his feet into the mattress, his thighs settle against her back as he starts to meet her thrusts, a broken cry dragging from her chest as she lurches forward in his hold.

“Yes, yes, yes. I’m so close, Joel. Please don’t stop.” Words she presses against his throat, collapsed on top of him as he fucks up into her, chasing that pleasure with snarling teeth so he can lay it at her feet. It snaps all at once, her whole body going tight and taut around him, a close cry of his name as he fucks her through it. She doesn’t drink, just a simple creature comfort to sink her teeth into the curve of his neck, a lick of pain that sends him right over the edge with her.

They lay like that for a while, chest to chest, mouths sliding lazily together until sunlight starts to flicker through the window. She gets up with a sigh, his softening cock finally slipping out of her as she steps off the bed to close the shutters tight.

“I need a little taste.”

“Reckon there’s some left over, darlin.” The body is still warm, slumped on the floor. She crouches over it, still bare, flecks of red drying and flaking off her skin. His wrist, pale and perfect, untouched, just the place to sink her teeth and pull. Sweet satisfaction singing in her bones, she hums as she slips back into bed, curling up against her man and letting him lick the remnants from her mouth.

The story goes that a town lays somewhere tucked in the rolling dips of the plains that one day went dead. Women and children fleeing, and a fate far worse for the men. You can go searching for it in the daylight, when all lays still and silent, maybe catch a glimpse of a skeleton long picked over by some larger predator. Just don’t stay long enough to see the sun slip over the hills unless you’d like to meet a pair of lovers with a taste for a violence so pure, and an appetite that surely can’t be human.

“You and me, darlin. Forever.”

“Forever, Joel.”

#joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #tlou #tlou fanfiction #joel miller x you #joel miller angst #the last of us #joel miller fluff #joel miller smut #joel miller au #joel miller fic #joel miller series #joel miller imagine

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hexologh · 1 year

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“HMM... MONKEH..„

— Your monkeys reaction to you petting them.

I AM ALIVE (but dead inside,. No cap.)

Sun Wukong

Would be be confused at first but would also melt in you touch.

He would also be a cocky little shi—

"Oh?~ Is the great sage so handsome that even Y/N wants to touch him?" He would ask smugly.

But on the inside he'd be a complete mess like you got him giggling, feet swaying, tail movin' and shi.

Prepare cuz if you keep on doin that, he's never gon' let you go,. Bro is like "YOUR NEVER GETTING RID OF ME."

He purring fr, no one can tell me he's not going to., If u disagree go talk to a wall.

If you give him every single ounce of affection you got in your heart and soul (depends if you have one #Emo #brocken) oh, boy his never letting you out of his sight again Mk could always see him holdin you as you pet him, and all that romance.

Google, how do I become the real life Y/N?

When you two wake up in the morning Wukong would ask for his daily kiss and pets if you don't do it then your never be able to get out of bed.

He would pretend to cry saying; "this is neglect."

"BRUH."

Macaque

That first time you did it Macaque flinched, I mean don't get me wrong he loves you like from the bottom of his (undead) soul.

But He would be so confused, but ..feeling your body against him feeling how warm your hands are

You don't know how and why but a few minutes later he's hugging you leaning onto your touch making you blink in surprised.

you be like; "NAHH, BECAUSE HOW THE HELL DID THIS EVEN HAPPEN?!" he is attached,. If he could he would hug u until the end of time no cap.

"So like, I need to make dinner."

"Who cares."

"We're gonna starve, but slay I guess."

He groans as his grips on to you for dear life because he doesn't want to let you go., It's been so long since this monkey got even a little bit of affection so you would just sigh and continue to move your hand through his hair.

His tail would either be swaying or wrapped around you as he puts his cheeks against yours.

One day he fell asleep and you tried to escape but he immediately tackled you down snuggling his face onto your neck., Making you look at the ceiling with a dead panned expression.

"Man, dying In starvation is lame." You say.

#y/n #lmk x y/n #sun wukong #macaque x reader #slayallday #wattapd #lmk monkey king #lmk macaque #lmk fluff #petting

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diazsdimples · 3 months

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Several Sunday Sentences

*stares wistfully at Single Dads AU* I'll be back for you I promise. I have started YET ANOTHER AU, inspired by the world of Frostpunk (the video game). Basically a Buddie survival in a frozen world fic where Buck saves Eddie and Chris from the cold and brings them back to the city (known as Sector 118), takes them under his wing and eventually helps Eddie go back for his sisters, despite there being a high chance of them dying from the cold. I'll do a better synopsis at some point but please enjoy a snippet below the cut (sorry, it's a bit long and still requires a bit of workshopping but I want y'all to like this HAHA)

Buck tucks his parka tighter around his body, shivering as another arctic blast of cold buffets him, throwing his body slightly off course. “Bobby!” he yells, his voice hoarse and rough from screaming into the ferocious winds. They’ve been on the go for 22 hours, surely they must be close to the distress beacon by now. “How far is the signal?” Bobby turns to him, squinting against the harsh light of the sun on snow, and hold out the small, electronic screen in his hand. There’s a red flashing dot, the beacon, surrounded by the five green dots that are Buck, Bobby, and the 3 other members of the scout team. “Can’t be more than maybe 50 feet. We should be able to see them from here! Okay, team, I want you fan out and search the area. If you find something, radio me immediately. Meet back here in 20 minutes regardless.” Buck nods resolutely and readjusts his goggles. Snow-blindness is the last thing he needs out here. Bobby sticks an axe in the ground as a landmark, and they fan out from there. It’s not actually snowing, just windy as fuck, so chances are it’ll still be visible in 20 minutes. Buck can’t have been searching for more than 5 minutes when he spots the small body in the snow. It’s the red of jacket that catches his eye, drawn around a tight face ringed with brown curls. The face looks so young. Instantly, with trembling hands, he fumbles for his radio and alerts Bobby. “Cap, I’ve found something! Looks like a kid, can’t tell if they’re alive or dead but I-I’ll investigate further.” Bobby’s voice crackles over the radio. “Okay, good catch, kid. I’ll make my way to ya.” Buck stumbles through the snow towards the tiny figure and is halfway there when he notices a second person, a man, his arms stretched out as if trying to grasp the fingers of the person in front of Buck. They look like a father and a child. A fucking kid. Buck runs the last few steps and drops to his knees in front of the child – a boy. He tears off his glove, wincing as the cold bites at his fingers, and presses the tip to the child’s neck. Very faintly he can feel the slightest flutter of a pulse and Buck’s body sags in relief. He runs his fingertips over the boy’s face, brushing the snow out of his eyes, and grabs a heating pack from his supply bag, pressing the nodule in the top corner of the pack and feels the heat spread down until the whole pack is warm. He quickly tucks it into the kid’s jacket, just over his heart. “There you go, bud, that’ll warm you up some until Bobby arrives. I’m just gonna check on your dad real quick, but I promise I’ll be back.” The man isn’t in much better shape than his son, his skin as cold as ice, but he starts making feeble attempts at movement the minute Buck puts his heated gloves against the man’s face, melting the ice from his eyelashes and rubbing against his cheeks until a little colour returns. The man grabs Buck’s wrist, his lips moving as he tries to speak, and Buck places a hand on his shoulder, stopping him from sitting up. “H-hey, I’ve got you, man, I’m gonna take good care of you. We’re gonna get you and your boy home.”

No pressure tagging @theotherbuckley @hippolotamus @watchyourbuck @puppyboybuckley @jesuisici33 @pirrusstuff @tizniz @steadfastsaturnsrings @bucksbackwardcap @buckbuckgoose @wikiangela @disasterbuckdiaz @daffi-990 @rainbow-nerdss @housewifebuck @exhuastedpigeon @thewolvesof1998 @fortheloveofbuddie @spotsandsocks @cal-daisies-and-briars @wildlife4life @slightlyobsessedwitheverything @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @evanbegins @nmcggg

#frostpunk au #there's gonna be a lot of platonic(ish) bedsharing in this fic #it's cold ya know #two boys trying to survive in the cold #what could possibly go wrong #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 abc #911 buddie #911 fanfic #911verse #911

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love-domme · 1 year

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Repercussions

Pairing:Nightwing X fem/Gn dom!reader

CW: Edging, Overstim, Begging, Daddy k!nk, Pegging, Pet Name:Princess, Feminization Slight Degradation, Smut, Faux Blow Job, D/S dynamics, After Care

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It was late, or super early you suppose. Almost dawn and with the sun beginning to rise you hear a knock on the door as you take off your headset. Your annoyance growing by the minute due to what had just gone down. You swing the door open only to have a foolish grin meet your glare. Dick, better known by the moniker Nightwing, had just narrowly escaped a botched stealth mission that was under your command. He had strictly disregarded your orders and almost gotten himself killed. Yet through pure luck alone, he had completed the mission and gotten out of there alive. That wouldn’t stop you from killing him now.

His smile wavered a little under your gaze before widening into an ever cockier grin. Blood trickling from his forehead, a consequence of his actions. The first of many to come.

“Grayson.” You snarl before pulling him inside and slamming the door shut, throwing him onto the nearest chair. As you rummage through your cabinets you could hear him humming a tune. It quickly came to a stop as you turned around, his gaze fixed on you. You grabbed his chin, guiding his face to look up at you. Lips inches away as you inspected it for further scratches.

As you scanned his face, his lips parted slightly, inviting you to take what was already yours. The only thing stopping you was how he hadn’t stopped smiling in that way that made you want to slap him across the face. You wouldn’t though, he’d like that too much.

You pulled away and grabbed a cloth.

“Are you really that mad?” He asked, his smile replaced by a pout as he wrapped his arms around your leg in a tight hug.

“If you are……you should just punish me.” Yours eyes widened, before hardening and looking down at him only to be meet with the most conniving puppy dog eyes you’d ever seen. Of course that’s what he wanted, such a masochistic brat at the worst times.

Finally, an idea popped into your head and you quickly raked his hair with your fingers. His eyes fluttered before slamming shut when you yanked his head back, a whorish moan falling from his mouth.

“That’s all you wanted wasn’t it, for me to treat you like the slut you are huh?” You say before biting him just below the jaw. He yelps before letting out an arrogant laugh.

“Mmm yes, punish me daddy” You pulled away, trying to hide the shock that had quickly consumed your expression. Dick had never called you that before. You’d both talked about titles in the past but he’d never showed any interest in this one. It took you by surprise yet pushed your actions further.

You smiled, throwing him off a little but he had already decided this is what he wanted and he wasn’t gonna lose his ground now.

“You’ve been acting like such a brat lately and of course, this was the reason…..Hmm, I suppose this’ll be fun.” Your smile growing more devilish as you finished cleaning up his wounds. Shortly after, you found yourself pulling him into the bedroom and telling him to get on the bed.

Putting on your harness you hear mumbles from where Dick, having already stripped, was sitting on the corner of the mattress. “What was that darling?” You ask in a voice that could cut diamond.

He turns away from you, seeing you get ready already making his brattiness falter, “Hurry up and fuck me already…..d-daddy…..” The stuttered command melting your heart a little, but not enough to stop you from what you had planned.

You ignored him and sat at the top of the bed, back meeting the headrest, at last beckoning him over. He turned and crawled his way to you, every part of his body still dripping with arrogance. Finally reaching you, you gave one simple command. “Suck.”

He knew what you meant, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to tease you a little. Giving kitten licks to only the tip of the strap as his half lidded eyes met yours, waiting for you to do something, anything.

You made no movement, only watching him. Your lack of action annoyed him. He wanted to be punished. To have you guide his head until he was choking and gagging on your strap unable to breath. Yet you did nothing. So he took matters into his own hands. Engulfing the entire strap in one go, ramming it to the back of his throat causing tears to swell in the corners of his eyes as he coated it in his spit. Repeating this action a couple more time, torturing himself slowly.

Just as he pulled off, you spoke. “Putting on such a good show for me princess.” That pet name going straight to his dick. “But remember who’s in charge.” His excitement grew as he took your words to mean that you would finally stop ignoring his body and actually punish him.

“Fuck yourself on my strap, princess.” Registering what you said, he sat up, an amalgamation of confusion and shock plastered on his face, like an awestruck puppy.

“B-but daddy….touch me! I want you to touch me! Haven’t I been bad? You should punish me for it remember.” His whines getting progressively louder as he reached for your hand.

You pulled away slowly, teasing him. “Why would I touch you? Only good boys get touched, and you haven’t been a very good boy recently, so like I said. Ride my strap or you don’t get to cum.”

He glared at you, an almost silent whimper escaping him as he slowly moved himself up, his hole hovering over the tip.

Small breathy moans leaving his mouth as he teased himself with the tip before fully lowering himself onto the strap. You watched as it was completely engulfed by his walls causing him to shiver.

It took him a minute, getting accustomed to the size, before lifting himself completely and slamming back down, biting his lip at a failed attempt to hide his moans.

You continued just watching, hands at your side as he bounced on your strap. Trying desperately to get off. This was the perfect punishment for him. Being ignored when he longed for your touch drove him insane. He continued this motion before switching to rotating his hips, trying anything to reach his high.

“Please….please touch me daddy, please! Anything.” He begged, moving faster as he got closer and closer to the edge. Yet he couldn’t finish, not without your touch.

You didn’t move, didn’t say anything, just watched and with that his orgasm was ruined. He lowered his head, hiding his face in the crook of your neck to muffle his groans. After the pain resided he started planting soft kisses up and down your neck while rotating his hips on the strap yet again. Moaning as he picking up the pace.

“P-please please daddy…..I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry! Please! Just touch me! I’ll be good…..so so good mmm” His muffled moans and pleas growing louder as the failed attempt at finishing repeated itself, faster this time due to the continued toying with his prostate.

“Aw princess, you always sound so pretty when you beg, fine.” With that, you flipped him over, the rough action met with a yelp from him. Without giving him a second to think you rammed into him hard and fast. Moans spilled out of his mouth as his eyes rolled to the back his head. Wrapping his legs around you to push you deeper inside.

“Mmm yes yes yes please, use me!! Fill me up please…harder!”

His ramblings becoming more and more incoherent as you picked up your pace. Your hand quickly finding his throat as you marked his toned stomach. The mixing of so many different stimulations finally giving him his much wanted release, covering his chest and stomach in cum.

You continued to pound into him, railing him through his orgasm. Yet when it finally came to a stop, you didn’t. Your pace didn’t slow as his dick hardened again.

“D-daddy…..what are you doing?” He tilted his head as his mouth formed an “O” shape.

“Did you think it was over? Of course not princess, remember what we’re here for. To punish you.” Pulling out completely and then ramming back directly into his sweet spot over and over and over.

“Mmplease….AH” He shouted, legs trembling as they grasped you tighter. Shooting even more cum from his sensitive tip, the overstimulation causing him to blackout completely.

With that, you pulled out slowly, planting small butterfly kisses all over his face. You slowly got up, smiling as you started running a bath and cleaning up as best you could. With everything ready you went back to Dick on the bed. Making sure to be gentle as to not startle him.

“Grayson, darling” you say, gentling kissing his forehead. “Get up, we need to clean you”

“Hmmmm….what?” He said groggily. “As he looked down at himself he remembered what had just happened and turned to look at you, eyes full of love. “Was I good boy? Did I redeem myself?”

“Aw darling, you were so good! I’m sorry if I went too far, I was just worried about you” you say, stroking his hair as you pulled him into a tight hug.

“No no, you didn’t…..I….I like it when you’re rough with me……” he said burying his blushing face deeper into your chest.

“Do you now….princess? Hadn’t noticed.” Your words deepening the red covering his face as he hugged you tightly.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up now, ok darling?” Leading him towards the warm bath.

#fem!dom #domme!reader #gn!dom #gn!reader #dom!reader #Nightwing #DC Comics #smut #sub!nightwing #male sub #degredation kink #one shot #gn reader #dom reader #d/s dynamic

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a short but very specific eugene roe playlist

only twenty minutes to sleep but you dream of some epiphany, just one single glimpse of relief, to make some sense of what you've seen

hiding in the cold wind, melting down under the single ray of sunlight

but the monsters turned out to be just trees, when the sun came up you were looking at me

you do your best, act nonchalant

and i was catching my breath, barefoot in the wildest winter, catching my death, and i couldn't be sure, i had a feeling so peculiar, that this pain would be for evermore

nobody said it was easy, no one ever said it would be this hard

lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones, and i will try to fix you

if you don't wake up, i'll know you tried to

you're staring in the mirror, watching as the walls are closing in, a shadow of a figure, tryna make the best of this state that i am in

remember how it used to be, when the sun would fill the sky, remember how we used to feel, those days would never end. it was the sweetness of your skin, it was the hope of all we might have been, that fills me with the hope to wish impossible things, but now the sun shines cold and all the sky is grey, the stars are dimmed by clouds and tears and all i wish is gone away

un vaste et tendre apaisement semble descendre du firmament que l'astre irise

laying in the silence, waiting for the sirens, signs, any signs i'm alive still. i don't wanna lose it, but i'm not getting through this. hey, should i pray? to myself? to a god? to a saviour who can unbreak the broken, unsay these spoken words, find hope in the hopeless, pull me out of the train wreck. unburn the ashes, unchain the reactions, i'm not ready to die, not yet, pull me out the train wreck

i'm never gonna meet what could've been, would've been, what should've been you

beautiful strings instrumental with the most sad but comforting eugene roe energy ever please if you listen to only one track make it this one

#bc i can't listen to epiphany without thinking of him so yeah here i am #have a full playlist of my sad eugene songs #please listen to the instrumental by hoppipolla it's so so eugene and besides that it might comfort you as much as it comforts me #eugene roe #band of brothers #hbo war #playlist #there is no aesthetic way to post a playlist here #why

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Nail To The Coffin - S2 - Chapter 9

Warnings: mention of the word fag, some blood and injury description

Pairing: Steve Harrington x f!Byers!Reader

Word Count: 5086

A.N: FINALE of season 2. I hope I did Billy justice. It's hard to imagine someone with his personality having a vulnerable moment and trying to reach out but I hope I did his character justice...before the impending doom that is season 3 :') As always, please do make me know if I’ve written certain characters OOC and if you think there is something that can be corrected within the story. Thank you for reading. Hope you like it! 🖤 🥀

Masterlist || Chapter 8 || S3, Chapter 1

You woke up a few days later when the afternoon sun shone harshly on your face. For a moment there you thought you were back in your room and that it was yet another tiring school day, making you groan as you tried to get up. And then you felt the throbbing pain in your side which elicited a loud whimper.

“Y/N!?” exclaimed Steve as he and Jonathan rushed to your side and began fussing over you.

“How are you feeling?”

“Does it hurt too much?”

“Should we call the doctor?”

“I think we should.”

“Jesus…whoever said that men weren’t emotional?” you drawled jokingly and they looked at you in surprise before bursting into light chuckles.

“She’s alive and kicking, ladies and gentlemen!” exclaimed Steve and you smiled at him.

“How did the doctors even let you and your loud mouth in?” you shook your head.

“I just told them they can’t keep me from seeing my girl, that’s all,” he shrugged as a soft smile graced his features and your cheeks heated up as you stared at him lovingly.

“I’m…still here,” coughed awkwardly Jonathan and you and Steve sputtered.

“Uh, yeah, right!”

“Sorry about that…”

“Yeah, I’m just, uh, gonna get a doctor,” he excused himself before leaving the room which left you and Steve alone.

The boy sat on the edge of the bed, careful to not make contact with your torso, and took your hand in his, entwining his fingers with yours while his other hand went to stroke yours. He stared at your two hands, biting the inside of his cheek. You wanted to ask what was eating him up but chose to give him time to speak whenever he felt like it.

“I thought I lost you,” he finally muttered, gulping nervously, and your expression melted into one of guilt and sympathy.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered and he shook his head.

“It’s not your fault…I just…I just wish I was there to protect you,” he finally looked up and you could see the guilt in his eyes.

“Hey, no, you can’t do this to yourself…” you muttered as you lifted your free hand and gently placed it on his cheek. “You couldn’t have known about Will and the lab and the monsters…It all happened too suddenly…Steve, you did more than enough for me and for my family,” you reassured him and he gulped again, nodding hesitantly. “Come here,” your hand slid from his cheek to his neck as you pulled slightly and he understood what you wanted to do, lowering himself closer to your face.

You stared into his deep, brown eyes filled with regret, guilt, worry, and love and you wondered how blind you must have been to not notice that love before. You traced each bruise on his beautiful face, the hand that had been entwined with his now coming to caress his black eye. You grasped both sides of his face and brought him closer, peppering each bruise with soft kisses before halting and looking at his lips.

Before you could move, he pressed his lips against yours and you felt as if dozens of fireworks erupted inside you.

“I love you,” you breathed out in the kiss and you could feel him smiling before deepening the kiss. When you finally parted he looked at you, seeing the way your own eyes were equally as full of love and admiration as were his. He too wondered how he hadn’t noticed earlier. The two of you had been able to put on masks and restrict yourselves from doing things that were deemed inappropriate if a boy and girl weren’t together. But all you really needed to do was look at each other – properly look at each other.

As cheesy as it sounded, it was all in the eyes. They were proclaimed the window to the soul for a reason.

“I love you too,” he said with a smile as he bit his lip and you chuckled breathily. “I can’t believe that Henderson was actually right about something,” he shook his head and you lifted your brows curiously.

“About what?”

“He called us blind idiots,” snorted the boy and you guffawed.

“I mean it hurts my pride to be called out by a thirteen-year-old but…”

“Well…better late than never.”

“Alright, so, here’s the prescription of the antibiotics, probiotics, and other supplements Y/N/N will have to take for the following sixty days until she recovers fully. Uh, the doctor said he wants to keep her for at least a week before discharging her,” your brother explained everything the doctor had told him to your mother who had just arrived after Jonathan had called to tell her you were awake.

While waiting for your mom to arrive and after speaking to the doctor, Jonathan and Steve filled you in about everything that had happened after you had gotten admitted to the hospital.

Apparently, Hopper had done a good job with the stitching but some blood had still managed to seep through and when you had been suddenly jerked and moved around, some of the stitches had torn which had resulted in more blood seeping through the gashes. On top of all, it turned out that the monster had damaged some of your organs when it had slashed at you. It hadn’t been able to tear the tissue or puncture them but it had grazed the surface of the colon and the spleen, breaking some ribs in the process, and when you had been jerked around, those broken ribs had contributed to the graze by making it larger and rupturing the spleen and also digging and tearing more into your flesh which had caused more blood to gush out, hence the blood loss on top of the damaged organ. But the good news was that you hadn’t spent much time in this condition and you were brought to the hospital fairly soon so the doctors had done a blood transfusion and had treated your injuries. You had taken a couple of days to regain consciousness because your body needed lots of rest in order to gather enough energy to heal and adjust to the sudden loss and gain of blood.

A jarring experience it was.

“Ok…ok, we’ll-we’ll do that. We’ll do that and you’ll see how fast you’ll recover, honey,” smiled Joyce as she let out a big breath of relief and squeezed your hand soothingly.

“Don’t worry, mom. I’ll be ok,” you smiled at her reassuringly before your eyes flickered to Steve who was sitting on the chair behind her, legs spread, using them as armrests. He sent you a smile and yours grew even more. Then you turned to look at Will who was quietly sitting on the chair by the bed, looking at his lap and fiddling with his fingers. “I’m more worried about this guy, however. What’s wrong, sweetie? What’s bugging you?” you asked and Will chewed on the inside of his lip before he looked you in the eyes.

“I’m sorry…it’s my fault all of this happened. You got hurt…again…” he muttered and your eyes widened.

“Wha-what are you talking about!? You have no fault in this!” you shifted in your sitting position, straightening up and scooting closer to the edge of the bed so you could grasp his shoulders firmly. “Listen… Listen well. You have no fault for any of this. We’re talking about a monster from another dimension. Do you think a child stands a chance against that kind of thing? Hell, not even grown people like the scientists could handle this…Nobody expected that thing to be so powerful and smart, much less to wreak such havoc. A-and look, even if it wasn’t you, the creature would’ve surely found another victim to use in order to get to our world and do damage. I don’t want to hear you blame yourself ever again…ok?” you asked as you looked into his eyes, searching for some kind of agreement and enlightenment but there was nothing in there but guilt and sadness.

He nodded but you knew he didn’t really believe your words. At least for now. So you just pulled at him, making him sit on the bed, and brought him to your side to hug him tightly while Steve, Joyce, and Jonathan looked on with pained expressions. “We’re going to share this burden…until you realize it’s not your fault, we’re going to share the guilt,” you stated after a while and he pulled away to look at you, confusion written on his face.

“What?”

“Look, if I had brought you to Dr. Owens as soon as I wanted to, things would’ve been completely different. I just know it. We would’ve brainstormed, would’ve come up with the idea of burning this shit out of you sooner. Also? Bob died because of me. Not you,” you told him and his eyebrows furrowed as he went to protest but you beat him to it. “If I hadn’t wasted time standing there and had moved faster, the two of us could’ve escaped the monster. But I didn’t…I just wasn’t fast enough…and Bob died saving me,” you gulped as your eyes watered.

“But I led the Demo-dogs into the lab,” he sniffed.

Joyce shut her eyes, tears escaping the corners, as she listened to her children try to take the burden off each other before she clapped her hands, gaining their attention.

“Enough of this!” she voiced firmly as she looked at you both and closed the distance, placing hands on each of your shoulders. “None of you is to blame. None of you is responsible for either of this... You are not responsible for Bob’s death. The monster would’ve jumped on him b-because he was standing right t-there. You saved him by pushing him away. It was-it was his choice to come back and save you… He chose to be a hero and not a coward,” she told you wobbly as another tear slid down her face and your lip trembled. “And you are not to blame for being possessed by an alien monster and being connected to its army. Your actions weren’t yours. You were just being used,” she sniffed as she spoke to Will.

“Mom’s right…you have no fault for any of this. You were just victims of this creature. You are innocent,” joined Jonathan as he too came to sit on the bed.

You and Will could only look at each other before back at your mother and brother and the four of you got into a big, family hug. Steve smiled as he watched you hug and something akin to longing was filling his heart. He wished that his family was as tight-knit as yours. He felt all alone in the world sometimes.

But then you beckoned him over and he just stood there frozen, not knowing if he should come over but when you sent him another look he hesitantly approached you and joined the hug, being warmly welcomed not only by you but by the others as well.

You didn’t know how long all of you cried and hugged one another but with each passing second, warmth and ease were spreading in you more and more and you hoped that Will felt the same way. It might not be right now. It might take time. But you were going to overcome this together and you would come out stronger as individuals and as a family.

And now you had an additional member too.

You woke up the same night because of a rancid feeling. You felt as if your lungs were bubbling and filling with something and you couldn’t breathe as you shot up in bed and clutched your chest, taking ragged gulps of air. The hustling immediately woke up Steve and your family and they were by your side in seconds.

“W-what is going on?” exclaimed Joyce worriedly. “Jonathan, call a doctor!” she all but shouted and your brother was out of the room in an instant.

“Bathroom,” you gasped out as you struggled to get out of bed and Steve quickly unplugged all and any cables and IVs that were connected to you and helped you get on your feet.

You took ahold of his arm and clutched it tightly as you rushed as much as physically possible to the bathroom and pretty much collapsed against the sink, gripping tightly the white marble as you belched and coughed. Blood came out of your mouth and stained the clean surface, making everyone gasp as their eyes blew open in shock and panic.

And then you coughed out something that landed with a disgusting squelch. It kind of looked like a slug, but not really, and it seemed to be dead because it was unmoving. Saliva and blood dripped from your mouth as you tried regaining your breathing, the horrible feeling in your lungs now gone.

“What the hell,” mumbled Steve and Will gulped as he stared at the creature.

“It almost looks like a smaller version of Dart.”

“Fucker!” you gasped out in disbelief as realization hit you like a ton of bricks. “Now I understand why Dr. Owens said I was marked…but he was wrong. I wasn’t a host and I wasn’t building any connection…I was a goddamn incubator,” you scrunched up your face and the others mirrored your appalled reaction. “That thing used me to grow its spawn inside of me,” you spat out the remaining blood and saliva and glared at the dead creature.

“It probably used Will as well. Maybe that’s how the Demo-dogs came into existence. I mean, there’s no other logical explanation,” offered Steve and you rubbed your forehead in frustration.

“I cannot believe this.”

“Well, at least they all died after El closed the gate. This one here serves as proof that everything is good now. No more monsters,” tried to comfort you Steve as he rubbed your arms up and down and you leaned against him, nuzzling in his shoulder.

You desperately wanted to believe his words.

With the gate closed you were looking forward to peaceful times and no more monsters.

A couple of weeks later

You exited your car and let out an anxious sigh as you stared at the house that stood in front of you. For a moment there it felt much larger than it was in reality, towering over you like a gigantic predator. It was ridiculous to feel scared of approaching this and it seemed much easier when you imagined it in your head but actually coming face to face with the boy you didn’t know how to feel about was intimidating.

You drummed your fingers on the car’s ceiling a couple of times until you finally decided to close the door and march towards the house’s entrance. You rubbed your hands nervously before ringing the doorbell.

“What is it?“

“Billy, hi,” you smiled at the boy who had yanked open the door and he raised his brows.

“Byers? The hell are you doing here?” he asked, tone filled with curiosity, but before you could respond, you lost your voice when your eyes landed on his bruised cheek, split lip, and blackening eye.

“What happened?!” you exclaimed as you took a step closer and he immediately took one back.

“Got into a fight. Nothing of significance.”

“I’ve seen you get into many fights before, including the one when you almost beat my boyfriend into a coma, but you just never seem to get any physical consequences,” you chirped and he let out a huff.

“That’s only ‘cause everyone here is weak as hell.”

“Then how come this one got you that good?” you narrowed your eyes and his lips tightened.

“Billy!” an angry voice sounded from inside the house and you leaned sideways to look from around the boy, noticing an approaching figure. “How many times do I have to repeat myself about-“ the man finally came to the door and his yelling ceased the moment he saw you, angry lines melting into a charming smile. “I didn’t know we had company.”

“Uh, yeah, she was just leaving,” cleared his throat Billy and you looked on with furrowed eyebrows, eyes darting between him and his father, lip twitching and threatening to curl up in a disgusted sneer as you slowly began putting pieces together.

“It’d be rude to just send her off without inviting her, wouldn’t it? Where are your manners, boy?” smiled tightly the man and although he was trying to keep a more light-hearted tone, you could detect the sternness and the bite he was trying to suppress.

“Yeah, sure. Come in, Byers,” he nodded with his head and stepped away, allowing you to enter which you did hesitantly, mindful to not get close to the unpleasant man.

“What’s your name?�� he asked as he extended a hand for greeting. “Mine is Neil Hargrove.”

“Y/N Byers,” you grasped his hand but didn’t return his smile, causing his to falter ever so slightly.

“Oh…you’re the girl who got attacked a couple of weeks ago.”

“Indeed, I am. And Billy was the one who brought me to the hospital. Saved my life,” you revealed and Neil looked at the boy in question who only fidgeted in his spot a bit, not used to hearing you speak like this, especially because it was concerning him. He didn’t know you well but to him, it almost felt as if you were subtly trying to put off his father. Tick him off on purpose. “You must be very proud of your son, Mr. Hargrove,” you poked at him, looking him dead in the eyes and he cleared his throat.

“Of course I’m proud.”

“I was wondering if I could speak to him…in private?” you asked and he was quick to agree, telling Billy that he could take you to his room.

The boy obeyed silently and began climbing the stairs with you following slowly, observing the house of the Hargrove family with mild curiosity.

His room was almost exactly as you had thought it would be – with a big bed, vanity full of male cosmetics, cigarette boxes, and half-filled ashtrays, some strewn clothes, and workout equipment.

The moment he closed the door, you were in his face, hands grasping his chin and cheek, moving his head up, down, and sideways so you could inspect the damage and he took ahold of your wrists, prying you away from him.

“Why did you come?” he grit out. He was never going to admit it out loud but he felt threatened and vulnerable at the way you had caught him in such a moment – in the aftermath of his father’s abuse when he felt lower than the grass.

“He did this, didn’t he?” you answered his question with a question of your own and you could see his face heat up. What you couldn’t put your finger on was whether it did so because of anger or embarrassment.

“This is none of your business,” he replied curtly before gently shoving you away so he could go to the bathroom but you didn’t give him the chance to and quickly gripped his shoulder, making him turn around.

“Billy, just talk to me. I’m not exactly a stranger to this,” you stated firmly and his eyes widened as he stared at you for some time before he let out a sharp exhale and took a few steps backward, plopping down on the bed.

You hesitantly took a step forward and wrapped your arms around your torso as you observed the boy and waited for him to say something, hoping that he would decide to open up so you could lend him a hand in this battle and show him that he wasn’t alone.

“My dad’s a grade-A asshole, alright? Yeah…he does shit like that,” admitted the boy after a minute of silence as he aggressively grabbed the Marlboro box from his bedside cabinet and took out a cigarette, lighting it up. You could only look at him with sympathy.

“Is that why you asked me about my dad? Back at the diner?” you asked, already knowing the answer, and he nodded. Another moment of silence passed as you tried to gather the courage to speak candidly about your experience. “You know, he used to torment my brothers a lot,” you began as you took out your own box of cigarettes and popped one into your mouth while dragging your feet towards the bed and plopping down next to the boy. “He’d call them all kinds of bad things. He’d yell at them, belittle them, push them… He wanted to turn them into his, own sick and twisted version of a man by making them do bad things like hunt and hurt animals just for the sake of killing something. He’d say that getting your hands dirty makes you a real man, otherwise, you’re good-for-nothing trash and a…and a fag,” you shuddered at the offensive word as you took a long drag and Billy snorted.

“That’s…familiar,” he drawled with a mocking smile. “Mine would always call me useless, weak, or a fag if I didn’t perform perfectly at whatever bullshit he’d pick for me to do… At one point, seeing the disappointment on his face turned from something scary into a sick, guilty pleasure of mine. So I’d fail or refuse to do shit on purpose,” he shrugged, blowing our smoke.

“Mm, that’s a feeling I know well... Unfortunately in my case if I did that, he’d just go back to tormenting my brothers. So I had to follow through with whatever he wanted and just…try to distract him and keep him away from them,” you took a drag as you looked at the floor, mind flooding with unpleasant memories you were trying so hard to permanently bury. “Mind you, sometimes it’d become too much to handle, you know… Many times I snapped back at him, yelled at him, called him names…and I’d get my punishment for it,” you chuckled dryly and Billy looked at you intensely as if his eyes could penetrate your present-time, clean skin and see the skin of the past, filled with bruises.

“Mine wants to, uh…make me learn respect and discipline,” he spat out. “He doesn’t think of me as a son. He thinks of me as a soldier he has to train,” he drawled and you let out a long exhale through your nose, rubbing your temple with one hand while the other was busy putting out the cigarette.

When you lifted your face and locked eyes with the boy, you smiled sadly. “We’re more alike than I thought,” you muttered and he stared at you before releasing a light snort, the corner of his lips twitching into a knowing smile.

“Surprisingly we are.”

Silence engulfed you for a minute and before he could say anything, you stormed in the bathroom. He could only scrunch up his face in confusion at the sound of you rummaging through cabinets but when you came back and he saw the alcohol and cotton pads in your hands it all became clear to him.

“Look, I don’t want to be pitied or babied, ok? I’m a grown-ass man. I can take care of myself. You’ve said what you wanted to say. You can go now,” he waved his hand dismissively but you refused to listen and sat down next to him, making him groan in frustration.

“Do you remember what I told you that night?” you questioned and he lifted his brows. “That if you stop acting all tough and mighty and like a jerk and begin showing some more kindness to people you’d surround yourself with good friends who’ll do anything for you? Everyone needs good people in their life. Everyone deserves happiness and kindness to be shown to them…So why do you run from it?” you looked him in the eyes and did not let go of the iron hold you had won over him until he finally relented, his scrunched-up features relaxing as he let out a sigh of defeat.

You smiled and poured some alcohol on the cotton pad and gently began dabbing at his bruises.

“Listen, about your father,” he spoke suddenly and you ceased your movements. “I’m sorry you had to go through this shit too,” he muttered and you smiled, taking a hold of his hand and squeezing reassuringly.

“Hey…I think we’re going to be ok, you and I…we’re tough nuts to crack.”

“Pass me this.”

“Lucas, don’t touch the chicken. Wait for everyone to gather first.”

“One, two, three, four-“

“Another chair right here!”

It was a chaotic December day when you had announced that you, your mother and brothers would be hosting a gathering and the whole party gladly joined you and your family to properly celebrate the end of the horrible events, the closing of Hawkins lab, and the upcoming holidays. Everyone was there – Mike, Dustin, Lucas, Nancy, Steve, and even Hopper and Eleven had come. Speaking of the man, he was responsible for the grill.

“Hey. Hey! Make way for the sausages!” he called out as he marched to the table with two plates full of sausages and Lucas and Dustin hurried to move away.

You had done your part of the helping and cooking already and you were tired so you opted to just watch the scenery from the place by the window you had taken, nursing a mug of hot chocolate. You watched the falling snow and the way some trees swing lightly at the wind and your mind wandered off to deep waters yet again. You almost jumped when you felt arms slither around your waist and a head rest on your shoulder as warm lips kissed the side of your neck and you shifted to get a better look at Steve.

“You looked deep in thought so I came to distract you,” he muttered and you pecked his nose.

“I feel,” uncertain of the future, is what your mind screamed at you, “fine,” you told him and his hold on you tightened, the two of you choosing to stay silent and watch both outside the window and the crowd inside.

You fished out one of the swimming marshmallows and nibbled on it as you chuckled at the bustling going on around you and the multiple cheerful voices, filling the air and creating a joyous atmosphere. Will in particular was having the time of his life, trying to steal some of the fried chicken with Lucas, both of them impatient to try the food, when Hopper slapped their hands away and sent them a scolding look, making them scurry.

Your brother ran to your side and tried using you and Steve as shields which only made you giggle more. You ruffled his hair as you stared at him, eyes filling with hope and heart – with ease.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have something on my face?” asked Will in confusion as his hand immediately flew to his cheek and you chuckled, shaking your head a bit.

“It’s nothing, you’re fine…It’s just good to see you smiling again, sweet boy.”

He gave you a hug and you placed a kiss on his head but just then the doorbell rang and you had to let go and check who was at the door.

“Did you miss your favorite rock star!?” shouted out Eddie as he barged inside and did a typical pose of his, making you snort. Will and Jonathan smiled as they came to greet him and he didn’t hesitate to take Will in his hands and rub his knuckles on his head, making your brother wriggle and groan as his hair got all messed up.

“Guys! I want you to meet one of my best friends,” you announced and everyone turned to look at the boy who suddenly calmed down his erratic behavior and cleared his throat, looking at you uncertainly. You nodded and nudged him with your elbow, urging him to finally take steps forward and go meet the others.

“It was a great idea to invite him. He needs this,” said Jonathan as the two of you observed the way Eddie communicated with the kids and you smiled.

“He deserves to have a big, loving family…And I think we fit the description.”

The doorbell rang again and you and your brother shared a confused look, opening the door.

“You came,” a bright smile graced your features when you came face to face with Billy and Max.

You had told Max of the gathering that you’d be hosting and asked her to invite Billy as well. You just felt that if he was to spend some time with your party, he would begin thinking of some things differently and maybe, just maybe, he would start opening up more and letting actual good people into his life which would definitely be beneficial for his growth. So you were very happy to see the two of them standing at your doorsteps.

“I just came to drop off Max. I’m not staying,” said Billy and your smile fell.

“Well, what if…you stayed just for a while? To warm up and get some food?” you asked hopefully and he just stared at you, pondering on your offer.

“For a while,” he drawled and the smile was back on your face as you stepped aside to let him in.

“I’m sure he’s just playing hard to get. Don’t mind his distant and cold behavior,” smiled Max apologetically and you brought her in for a hug. She was a bit shocked and stood still for a moment before wrapping her arms around you.

“I’m just happy that you two are here.”

She didn’t say anything as the two of you hugged for a while and then you let go and gave her a smile that she returned before you turned to look at the huge group gathering at the table and with a last shared look, the two of you joined them.

It was the most peculiar and miraculous thing – the way your family had expanded.

And because of this outcome a part of you – a more selfish part of you – was grateful for the monsters and the events that you all had to go through. Because it was them that brought you all closer and turned you into this big family.

Life was much more fun with that many friends in it.

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theloveablesociopath · 2 years

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Mistress of darkness

Where all my goth bitches at?? Yeahhhhhh baby this is for you. 🦇got to represent my fellow, gothic Eddie simps. (Please tell me what you think!)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x goth! reader

Warnings: swearing, bullying, not much else.

(She/her pronouns used. (I think)

Summery: moving to a new school, you try to find your crowd, feeling lost, when you stumble upon a strange candlelit room.

Description: think 80s goth. Wild, teased, and hair sprayed black hair, the perfectly, imperfect Siouxsie Sioux, eyeliner. And don’t forget the beauty that is fishnets, leather, and studded belts.

Let’s not forget the very queen her self, Elvira. An iconic inspiration for style.

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You’re not sure if you where all that nervous about this new school. Sure, your style was less then typical, but in your old school their where plenty of other people who shared your love of all things dark and mysterious.

There would defiantly be people here that where the same right?

Boy how you where wrong.

The morning of your first day, your hands where still frantically pushing and pulling at a teasing pick, entangled into your dark hair and puffing it up before snapping it in place.

Hair spray misting through the air in thick clouds.

You stared at yourself in the mirror of your vanity, trying desperately not to panic when you realized one half of your eyeliner was significantly longer then the other, intern making the brows that connected them incredibly uneven.

You sat for another grueling hour, shoving face cleaner and eyeliner in and out of your pours.

Ok. Ok ok. That’s good enough, no one will notice will they? You thought surely everyone’s been there and they’ll understand

You tapped your foot violently on the floor, jittering your legs in anxious muscle spasms.

I hope they like me. Your mind flooded again. What if they think I’m just a wanna be? What if they don’t want me to join their table? Or worse What if…. Oh god… what if they think ultravox is goth?!

So maybe music was a bit important to you, more importantly the very mention of music being placed in the wrong gene categories.

You took a step from your vanity smoothing out your tinkled, fishnet sleeves. You had already gotten dressed, which was always the first thing you did. Specifically to protect the poof of your teased hair, against a flatting shirt collar.

Lastly, you jammed your foot into tall leather boots, lacing up the miles of laces against their zigzagged hooks and tightening the strap right above the knee. Insuring the right jeans you wore where tucked Nicely underneath them.

You stood up, grabbing your old cross body bag adorned with patches of your favorite things, Elvira, Siouxsie Sioux, and the evil dead. shuffling for your keys among the clatter of items they where stuffed within it.

Calm down, it’s go time.

Ripping open the door and cautiously stomping down the staircase to head to school you heard you mother call from the kitchen.

“Have a good first day! Love you!” She yelled happily, her colorful polka dotted apron smeared with flour.

“Thanks mom! Love you!” You yelled back, jolting out the door and down the sidewalk to your car.

You wished you drove a hurst, or an impala or even just any nice sleek looking ride.

Instead, you threw your bag across the sun cracked seats of an old amc pacer. The paint chipped and rusted from the outside, adorned with dents from your ‘not so easy’ driving lesson. And the worst part of it all, was the loud mustard faded yellow that covered the entire thing.

You reached in, jolting the car alive after a ton of rapid ticks and rumbles of a struggling engine.

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You swear if your speakers weren’t blown out you would have jammed all the way to school, letting your first day jitters melt into the seats.

Since that obviously wasn’t happening all you could really do was park quietly and open your creaking rusted door.

It’s fine, everything’s fine, and this is gonna be a great day.

As you walked across the parking lot, seeing the bustle of students crowding the pavement, you quickly noticed the eyes on you.

You where used to it, it’s not like stares have ever been surprising, it happened everywhere you went, but today you where having a lot harder time ignoring them.

Especially when their hushed comments were never as quite as they thought they where.

You’ll find your crowd. You told yourself. Theirs always a crowd.

Walking through the doors of school you began looking for your locker, checking a million times that it’s number matched the paper in your hands.

“766, 766” you repeated quietly, eyes trailing the metal numbers amidst the blue.

You suddenly felt yourself slam into someone, realizing in your hunt you had failed to keep your eyes on the bodies walking the opposing direction.

You stumbled in your boots catching your self on the floor as you bag skidded to the side.

“Sorry!” You shouted behind the roar of students. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Oh it’s ok I-“ he began before chuckling loudly. “Wow….Didn’t expect more freaks to roll in this year.” He jutted.

You looked up at him, green letterman jacket hanging on his body like an attention craved rag. You stood up, grabbing your bag and slinging it over your shoulder.

“Hmmm yeah, haven’t heard that one before.” You rolled your eyes.

“Do us all a favor and get a new hobby, your concern with others style is more desperate then you think.”

He scoffed, laughing with a firm scowl dampening his face.

“Style” he said sarcastically

Before pushing past you, giving a shoulder check that made your bag slump to the ground again.

Of course. Their in ever school.

You went on your way finally finding your locker and quickly fumbling through the combination.

Once you had your books all settled you happily tapped your ‘siouxsie sioux and the banshees’ magazine clipping to the inside.

My queen, may she guide me through the year.

Heading off to class you began to notice quickly you had yet to see a single person like you. Your gut starting to twist. You really missed your old friends, it was a lot easier battling snide comments when you had like minded people beside you.

The day dragged on, bringing more and more insults and back handed compliments.

“I like your costume.” A classmate sarcastically said, her lips practically dripping in malice.

Sure because that was really a compliment…

By the time lunch hit you finally came to the realization that out of all the groups, clubs,and cliques there was not a dark music lover one.

The nerds, the sporty, the plastics and the normals but even through the geeks, not one looked like they’d share your interests.

Don’t be shallow. You thought. Maybe theirs gems among you.

You pumped up your courage, letting your boots clack and clutter heavily as you walked, the chains around your belt dangling and slamming against the metal studs, as you approached a table.

You sat down in an empty seat in a low crowded table, a couple of people listening to their walk man’s and some playing chess. They looked up at you, quirking their brows befor scoffing and getting up to move.

“Wait I-“ you started before realizing it’s useless. You really shouldn’t judge people especially when this is what your met with from those who judge you.

Your not sure why people assumed the way you dressed effected your personality.

Not all nerds where shy, not all cheerleaders where bitchy, and not all goths are depressing.

You mostly thought of yourself as the snid, funny type. Sometimes mean, sometimes sarcastic, but most of the time funny and fun loving.

You sighed loudly at the empty table, pushing your tray Aside as you began to people watch.

One group stood out to you, but after hearing the screaming comments of their leader you got a little nervous to approach them.

Still you did admire that at least a couple people looked like they where outside the realm of the casually dressed.

He looked like a metal head, adorned in denim and leather, chains and patches. A twing of punk and thrasher slewed into his attire.

I’ll buck up the courage… you thought. Hmm maybe tomorrow? I just can’t Walt’s up to them, that didn’t turn out so well last time.

Your courage was smashed a little when the boy glanced at you, a confused and puzzled looked on his face before turning back to his friends and muttered something, laughing lightly.

You really hoped he wasn’t judging you, he really had no room to talk.

When lunch was over you continued with the long drowning day, finally reaching the end.

Ready to head out, you stopped at your locker before noticing your science textbook was no where to be seen.

Fuck. I can’t loose it on the first day. You thought. Iv got to keep my grades up this year.

You pondered for a moment, scanning your brain for places you’d been. Right after science was drama, a class you never wanted to be apart of but was told it looked good on your record. You sighed heading to the other side of the building, hoping the doors where still unlocked so you could grab it and get the hell home.

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Eddie slammed his fist down on the table, knocking game pieces away in his excitement. Raising his hands in the air.

“The heroes where trapped! Scanning the darkness around them in terror as the floor boards creaked.” He began.

“Undead moaning lurking in the darkness around them.”

He let out a loud guttural howl, as the group watched intently at their dungeon master.

The candles bringing soft light around his theatric form.

He put his hands in the air notching his fingers into claws as he creeped towards the table.

“Before they could run, they saw a figure emerge from the darkness-“

He was cut off, as the door to the room opened, and a dark tall figure walked in.

“MISTRESS OF DARKNESS!” He yelled, motioning to the door frame as the door slammed shut behind you.

“Ahhhh!!!” The group yelled, eyes wide with fear. As Eddie began to laugh wildly. Before quickly gaining his composure, trying to work with the sudden uninvited guest.

You stood there frozen in place hands stopped in front of you with mouth wide.

What the fuck did you just walk into. Oh god where’s your book, should you run? What the hell is this. A room filled with candles and man screaming names at you while laughing? Shit shit shit.

“The mistresses approached the table towering over the heroes as her undead fangs snarled.” He yelled out motioning you to come into the light.

You had no idea what to do, running seemed like an embarrassing option, but so did standing their silently. so you complied, taking a couple of loud echoing steps towards the boys. As they visibly tensed.

The candle light washed over you, revealing your extremely puzzled face.

“I uh- uh..” you stuttered. Say something say anything!

“Hero’s! Nows your chance! Will you banish the mistress to the shadow realm! Or let her suck your soul from your body!” Eddie continued, never breaking character and honestly you where kinda amazed that he just played along with this distribution. But you half wondered what the hell this whole charade of stories was.

Sucking souls from bodies??? What the hell. I mean cool but also why you?

“Banishment!!!” Dustin yelled! Pretending to hold a sword up in his hands as he stood.

“Roll for initiative young barbarian!” Eddie yelled back as Dustin through a d20 on the table.

Seemingly devastated as it bounced onto a 2. He slumped back in his chair as the others groaned.

“Mistress! How will you fight back against the forces of light?!” He asked motioning a hand to you.

“I uh- well I-“ you started.

Pull yourself together. Your fine (y/n). It’s some sort of game. Play along! Who knows maybe you’ll make friends!

“I’ll- uh- suck out his soul from his nimble body!” You awkwardly shouted. Pointing at dustin and raising your hand into a fist.

Eddie stopped for a moment, eyes fixed on you. She’s really playing along? He thought. No one ever plays along. He smirked

“Right! Roll for initiative!” He yelled tossing you a dice from the table.

You awkwardly fumbled with it in your hands, and threw it across the surface, landing on a beautiful 18.

You pumped your fist. Not sure what this means but you knew 18 was higher then 2 so that’s a good sign.

“The mistress extended her arms, grabbing the barbarian as he screamed. ‘Your mine now!’ She screeched pulling the soul from within his body. Delivering the finely 10 points of hit damage.” Eddie yelled

“No!!! Come on man I was so close!” Dustin yelled.

“Your the one who kept bugging the orc in the first room dustin! You have no life points left!” Mike jutted.

“Saving throw Eddie please!” He begged

“Silence, defeated hero! Your eagerness was your downfall!” Eddie finished bowing and looking up to you.

He slapped his hands together laughing.

“That was fun mistress! Didn’t think you’d play along.” He said watching as your still embarrassed form fiddled with the straps on your bag.

“Uh yeah it was kinda neat, I uh, just needed my textbook.” You said sheepishly.

All eyes where fixed on you.

“Ah! Thought it was yours.” Mike spoke up grabbing a book from under the table and handing it to you.

You noticed the bat book mark sticking out of the top and figured that might have given it away.

“Thanks.”

“Your the new girl right? Just moved here?” Dustin asked starring up at you.

“Yeah, yeah I uh, just moved to Hawkins from Indianapolis.” You confirmed scratching your neck nervously.

“Well welcome to the worst town of the state.” Eddie pipped up smirking. “Pretty brave of you to show up dressed like that your first day”

“Uh. Brave? Like that?” Your eye twitched, he may have been fun a second ago but it really ticked you off when people said stuff like that. “If I’m ‘brave’ for wearing,’this’” you motioned to himself “then your brave for playing this game… who cares if it’s what you like. I don’t think it’s all that weird to have a different wardrobe.” You scoffed.

“What’s next your gonna tell me I’m wearing a costume?” You jutted.

He laughed. “Feisty thing aren’t you?”

“Bitchy thing aren’t you?” You shot back, turning to heads towards the door.

He smirked. “Thanks for visiting mistress of the night! I look forward to your next attack!” He yelled across the room.

You put your hand on the door pushing lightly.

“Anytime metal boy.” You scoffed sarcastically. “Look forward to eating your soul!” You yelled back as you walked through the door.

((Let me know if you want a part 2 or a series form this I have some ideas))

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star-girl69 · 10 months

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Ultraviolence

Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader

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a/n: so sorry for the wait! i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: mentions of labor, mentions of death, trauma, grief, swearing, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Twenty Eight - Empty Life

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It’s barely there, but if you press your forehead against the burning cold glass of the window, you can hear the sounds of water falling. Plopping, like little raindrops, except the sun is out. It’s the icicles on the edge of the roof- melting.

But it’s still cold. That sharp kind of cold. The one that makes you want to forget fire hurts and roll around in one.

You look over towards Natalie as she loads up the gun.

“I’m gonna ask Travis to come with me.”

You glance to the open door, then back to her.

“He won’t go with you.” She looks up at you, seatbelt from the plane clicking around her waist.

“C’mon,” she mutters, but she knows you’re right.

“He hates us, Natalie.”

The word is bitter on your tongue. The entire idea of it all. You have known Travis since that plane went down and you will know him for the rest of your life.

Even if you die in the wilderness, or years later. You will know him in a way you won’t know anyone else.

You’ll always know all the girls in a way no one else ever can.

You meet Natalie’s eyes, your arms wrapped around yourself, feeling slightly ashamed like you have ever since Javi came back.

“I knew he was dead. I knew he was dead, or else I never would have let you… let you do what you did.”

She nods after a moment, standing up straight.

“We both knew he was dead. I…” she shakes her head. “I don’t know how he’s alive.”

“No one does,” you mutter, sitting back on a big wooden chest, leaning against the wall. “He stopped looking ‘cause of us. ‘Cause of what we did, Nat. And now Javi’s not even speaking? He fucking despises us.”

When you look back up at her, the tears in your eyes feel stupid.

“Oh, Y/N, don’t cry.”

Her knees creak as she kneels down in front of you, her hands on your thighs, grabbing you, squeezing once. You try to blink away the guilt in your eyes, but it’s never-ending.

“We… we did what we could to help Travis. And we did it based on logic, based on what we knew. Javi… Javi being alive is a miracle, nightshade, and we didn’t think about miracles.”

She stands up, placing her hands on your shoulders.

She doesn’t say anything else, and you don’t either, just feeling her touch, until she squeezes once and pulls away.

And a little while later, you hear her ask Travis if he wants to go down to the creek and check the gully nets. He says no, and she goes by herself.

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You watch from the table as Travis hands Javi a bowl of soup and talks to him softly, trying to coax more of an explanation out of him. But Javi doesn’t say anything.

You sigh and stare at your hands, feeling like maybe you should do something, say something, but what do you have to say? What could you do to fix this?

He walks past you and Natalie, who leans against the wall, trying to fix the three of you, and she speaks and you sigh.

“He’ll be alright. He just needs time.”

You look over your shoulder.

“Nat,” you whisper, and she doesn’t look at you.

Travis doesn’t even turn around.

“Don’t you think he got enough of that out there?”

“Travis,” she scoffs.

He stops and turns, and you can’t see his face from here, but you can see the hint of desperation on Nat’s face. The longing, for everything to go back to how it was. And she wants to fix it, you know, but she can’t. And that’s killing her.

“Quit acting like such a fucking saint.”

He walks toward her, and you can see his face now, the anger. You stand up cautiously.

“You planted the bloody clothes. Just say it.”

“I did. But only-”

“You made me stop looking for him!” he shouts.

“I didn’t think he was alive! It doesn’t make any sense that he is, Travis-”

“Well maybe he wouldn’t be so fucked up if I had found him sooner, so that’s on you.” His voice is choked up, and you feel slightly sick looking at him, just someone who wants his brother to be okay.

He locks eyes with you, a silent question.

Did you know?

“I… I really though he was dead, Travis. I’m sorry-”

He scoffs, brushing past you, and leaves through the front door.

You turn to Natalie, ignoring the stares of everyone else in the cabin. Lottie stands up and follows him.

“I told you,” you mutter, walking away, and after a moment, she follows you.

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“Do you ever wonder what it would be like if we hadn’t crashed?”

In the silence that follows, you can hear her heartbeat, feel her arm around your shoulder, splintering wood walls to your backs.

“No,” Natalie says after a moment. “Why would I?”

“You don’t miss it? Life?”

She shrugs as much as she can with you practically on top of her.

“We’re living.”

You sigh, listening to her heartbeat. She’s all you have in this moment, and the past and the future fade away, and it’s just so nice to listen to her heartbeat and know that she’s here. Not running through the mountains, not in a frozen lake.

“I’m tired,” you murmur.

She squeezes your shoulder, like she’s reminding you that she’s here, and it’s alright. “Then sleep, nightshade.”

But she knows and you know that sleep won’t fix the kind of tired that both of you are.

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Ever since the contest, everything has been moving slowly. You steal a glance over to Javi, who sits in the window, no emotion on his face. It’s like his sullen presence has spread through the entire cabin like dark mold.

Nat sits at the table, cleaning the rifle that hasn’t seen use in weeks. And if you keep going like this, it won’t ever be used again.

“What the fuck, Lottie?!”

You look up, startled, Lottie falling to the floor in the otherwise silent cabin, and you realize that Shauna pushed her down.

“What happened?” Tai asks, running over and helping Lottie stand, while rage mixes like a storm over Shauna’s features.

“She was whispering weird shit to my baby!”

“I was just talking to him,” Lottie says, dusting herself off. “It’s good to talk to them in utero.”

“Yeah. So they learn to recognize their mother’s voice.”

Taissa sighs and looks between Lottie and Shauna.

“She wasn’t hurting anyone, Shauna,” she says after a second.

Shauna scoffs. “Wow,” she says in disbelief. “Okay. Fuck this.”

And none of you can do anything as she slams the door behind her. And after a moment, Taissa follows her.

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The cabin has fallen into cliques and territories. There’s Lottie and the girls that attended her ceremonies, the ones who keep to themselves and hope to survive another night, and then sometimes- it feels like it’s just you and Natalie.

You sit on a bench by the window, the fire, but it does nothing to make the cold in your bones any better. Or the hunger. Each day in the wilderness is making you sicker and sicker, making you loose hope on ever getting out of here and doing everything that you planned to do in your life.

The fire cracks softly, and you look over to Natalie, who sits with her knees brought up to her chest. These days, you never have any comforts for her. Nothing to do, nothing to say. Because all of you know that winter is still raging. A few icicles melting won’t change that.

The door slams open, and you look up, wind rushing in for a second, Misty leaning against the wall and gasping, ripping off her mask.

“I lost her!” she yells.

“Who?” someone asks, a few of the girls standing up in shock.

“Crystal! We-we were together, and then we got separated in the storm- and it all happened so fast. I kept looking for her and looking for her. I was screaming her name, but, she just, like, vanished.”

“Well, we need to go look for her,” Akilah says, frowning.

“Oh, shit. Tai and Shauna are still out there!” Van shouts, pulling up her hood and rushing outside.

You think of Shauna and how close you were with her before the class. Working on projects for English together, waiting outside of the lockerrooms to study- and now she’s here, in the wilderness, pregnant and starving, lost in the woods during a snow storm.

“We’re never gonna find them in this,” Mari says, and you mutter bitterly to yourself about not being such a fucking bitch, tugging your jacket tighter around you and following the girls outside. You notice that Misty stays behind you, resting inside for just a moment.

“What do we do?” someone shouts, and the wind hits your face like you’ve just jumped into the water. Whipping around your harshly, blowing snow from around your feet, little swirling tsunamis.

“Tai! Shauna!” Van shouts at the top of her lungs. “Tai! Shauna!” the wind whipping around is louder.

“Crystal!” Misty screams.

“Taissa!”

“Crystal!”

“Shauna!”

Everyone shouts and screams, and you close your eyes against the harsh wind, the sharp snowflakes, but in barely even helps. Lottie has to halfway shout in order for anyone to hear her.

“Van, what do you hear?” she asks, putting her hand on the other girls shoulder.

“What the fuck does that have to do with anything?!” Nat shouts from next to you, but she’s ignored, and her words are ripped away by the wind.

The stand in silence for a little longer, and you can see them take a few deep breaths.

“I hear the wind,” Van says.

“I hear my breath,” Mari says.

“I hear the trees,” Akilah says.

“I feel our friends coming back to us,” Lottie says finally.

“I feel put friends coming back to us. I feel our friends coming back to us. I feel our friends coming back to us.”

They keep chanting and chanting, and soon, you can’t even see through the wind, and you can barely hear them. The storm is too much, too powerful.

And then, when night falls, and just as you think they’re gone, two figures emerge out of the woods. They fall, and help each other up, everyone shouting and running towards them and helping them inside, and you don’t let out a breath until the door finally slams shut, and the sounds of the storm fade away.

Everyone mutters, and you notice how Tai is practically holding Shauna up. Her face is scrunched up in pain, shes clutching her round stomach. Akilah is the first to say what you’re all thinking.

“Is she in labor?!”

Shauna looks up.

Then, she tilts her head back and screams in such pain you don’t know how she’s still standing, even with Taissa supporting her. And you know.

One storm is out there, but another is just beginning inside.

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raainberry · 8 months

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Hiii i just read that you wanted some song+idol ideas. So how about a jeongyeon and fem reader short fic with Twice's Ice Cream?

Waves

« Emotions come in waves, and the purpose of that wave is to try to create an urge to act on the emotion. »

Jeongyeon x gn!reader

Fluff (?)

synopsis - teaching your passion is all fun and games until you fall for one of your customers

word count - 1.1K

T/W - Food (mentions)

A/N - Thanks for the request! It was a nice combo, I actually enjoyed writing this one. I only made it into a gn reader bc it’s the way I write, I hope it’s alright with you. Hopefully you find the hidden references to the song ;) Also got inspired by surfer Jeongyeon, never forgot her and I’ll make sure no one does. Hope you like surfing or else this is gonna be awkward.

A whole afternoon of surfing would sound like more than enough to anyone remotely enjoying the sport, right?

For you it wasn’t even close. You would stand on your board the whole day if you could.

You liked to think your experience would allow it. Not the sea, though. Even the water needed a break from the tumbling.

You usually only stopped when it did, and sat down on your board to cool off as you floated around, appreciating the environment you were so familiar with.

Unlike the majority of Earth’s population, you’ve never been far from the sea. Your parents owned and ran a small but successful surfing school in Busan. As instructors, they happened to be a bit tougher on you, but you eventually became their proudest graduate. Your talent even allowed them to promote you to the same title as theirs.

That was about five years ago. Five years prior to your first encounter with her.

Your favorite ‘student’.

When you learned her name, the last thing you expected was for your brain to get stuck stuck on loop over it.

Jeongyeon.

You smiled to yourself at the mere thought of her.

She was all you seemed to think about. Her name alone managed to warm your chest enough, to the point you’d feel your heart melt.

She had come in for a few lessons a few months ago, always with a friend or two. However that didn’t keep you from getting closer to the woman, and it wasn’t long until you stopped using lessons as excuses to see her.

You probably would have continued for a while if it weren’t for her. She was the one to ask you out first.

“I think I’m ready to take on a few waves on my own, what do you think?”

The water was gentle that morning, carrying you the same way it did any other day. You took in your surroundings as usual, letting your eyes get pulled wherever they pleased. The scenery was particularly memorable, as if it knew about what was to come. Wanting to remember it, you pictured it all in your mind, trying to retain every little detail.

“Like… without me around?” You asked hesitantly.

She was more than ready. However, a very selfish part of you couldn’t help but feel hurt by her thoughts.

You focused on the landscape surrounding you in order to keep your emotions in check.

The moon was slowly retreating to leave room for the sun. The light color was filling the sky as the day settled itself. The early morning clouds, and the sweet, gentle breeze that came with them. The smell of iodine, and salt in the air, coming from the water surrounding you. The endless blanket of sand covering the shore. The houses hidden behind the cliff and trees bordering that same shore, no doubt sheltering people still deep into their slumber. And of course… Jeongyeon smiling at you from her own board a couple feet away.

Your eyes stopped at that last detail, just like your heart almost did before getting ahold of itself to keep you alive.

You’d only known her for a week by then.

How or why it had happened, you didn’t know, but you had grown to care about her in ways no professional should.

Every glance at her was a painful reminder of that.

Sure there were no actual rules against dating one of your customers. This wasn’t school and you quite literally ran the place, but still…

You had dealt with a fare share of attractive customers. Your own convictions and passion for the sport made it easy for you not to cross the line.

But with her it seemed to do the exact opposite.

With every lesson that passed, the air seemed to constrain with every glance you shared, making it hard for you to breathe in between the laughs she caused.

“That’s kind of what I paid for, no?” She joked once more, pulling you out of your thoughts with yet another laugh.

“Right.”

“Why, are you gonna miss me?” She teased.

Another thing of hers you liked. She hadn’t stopped since she met you. It felt as if it were her favorite hobby. Teasing you.

Oh, how you wished it was.

“Kind of.” You admitted, surprising even yourself.

She could tell that, you knew by the small chuckle that left her lips shortly after.

“What do you say we go for ice cream? As a thank you, it’ll be my treat.”

You smiled despite how much you disliked the hidden goodbye her words let transpire. You couldn’t help it when she was doing the same in front of you.

“Show me you’re actually ready. Then I’ll think about it.”

Needless to say you went out for ice cream with her that day.

And the week after.

And the next.

A four hour long train to meet her every time.

For months.

Until you couldn’t anymore.

“I’m leaving next week.”

Your eyes lifted from the banana split between the two of you.

“For tour.” She added. “We won’t be able to meet like this for a while.”

You knew that. You had known for weeks. She hadn’t kept it a secret.

Yet it hit you just as hard as if she had.

“I’m gonna miss this.” She said softly, playing around with her spoon and a bit of vanilla ice cream before bringing it to her mouth.

You bit your bottom lip. Out of worry or at the sight, who knows… A smile rested on her lips. It took you by surprise, but the reason not so much. You always had a great time on these weekly ice cream dates after all.

“I’m gonna miss this too.” You finally said, a sigh replacing the words you held back.

That was hours ago.

The night had settled after what felt like an unusally long day.

After you parted ways with her, after you left her embrace before who knew how long… The day simply felt painfully slow.

You had plenty to do, to occupy your mind with, yet the only thing on it were the words muttered by the singer at lunch.

“We won’t be able to meet like this for a while.”

You sighed at the memory. It seemed so far away now.

Was it dramatic to feel this way?

You had spent so much time with her until now.

Was it selfish to wish for more?

You sighed once more.

One thing was sure, you were going to wait for her. Whether you liked it or not, you’d be there when she’d come back.

But would she?

Was she going to miss you the way you would miss her?

The way she knew you were going to miss her?

It was obvious you were head over heels for her. She never took advantage of that, but she never acknowledged it either.

Sure, she hugged you back.

Sure, she held onto you too.

But it never felt as more than what it was.

Comfort.

Yet she would also look at you, and allow you to see parts of her she seemed to guard carefully from the rest of the world. It made you feel important. Like you mattered to her.

Was it wishful thinking or reality? A twisted mix of both?

There was only one way to know and all it took was a train ride to the capital city.

Four hours was a long time. It allowed you to think and put a plan in place.

“Close your eyes.”

That’s what you would tell her. Right before draining the mess she’d made, melting that heart of yours as easily as the sun would all those ice creams you shared.

“It’s the only way I’ll be able to tell you why I love you.”

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elvenbeard · 6 months

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It's 8:42 in the morning, I didn't sleep, I finished Phantom Liberty.

MAN. OH MAN.

I have so so so many emotions, I'm so... HHHH.

Big big big big big spoilers below the cut.

I only played through one of the expansion endings so far (siding with Songbird), and I played the new main game ending... and I'm such a fucking puddle of feels now hhhh.

What I can say is that... I still love the Sun ending a lot for Vince, and that won't ever change. But this new one now... I don't even know where to start MAAAnnn...

I started my 12 hour gaming session yesterday briefly before shit went down like... Feels like it was all in a different life (HAH). I really liked the whole prep-work for taking on Hansen, tracking down the rental car, the convo with Songbird about her past, and man, I said that before, the lil scene with Alex had me bawling. The little human moments of connection in the face of all the horrors Cyberpunk does so well that get me everytime. Vince getting up to dance with her was so fucking cute, and internally both me and him and Alex probably too knew that that would be the last moment of peace - and potentially (and he ended up being right) the last night they'd play on the same team.

Like... Even after the convo with Song, me, the player, was pretty sure I'd end up siding with Reed. He and Vince had a lot in common with their backgrounds, principles, etc etc. and Songbird seemed out of control, in a way, like Reed had said. But that whole sentiment he kept repeating ("she doesn't know what's best for her", "I gotta save her" etc etc) was beginning to creep into Vince's head and rubbing him the wrong way (having grown up with an over-bearing, controlling parent, the whole control-shit at Arasaka, etc etc) - subconsciously at first, but it got to a point where he could no longer rationalize it away.

AND THEN. FUCKING FUCK. The faceplate. I had been dreading that shit so fucking much, I knew it was coming but yeah... I think Vince would rather die than having that done on him out of his own free will. Like... the tech is insanely cool for a spy ngl. But Vince is not a spy. Not really. With his background and opinions of cyberware and everything... getting your face replaced is a step too far, a step he wouldn't wanna take, ever, unless like, he got his face melted off in a horrible accident or something like that. Not for a one-off mission, more or less, for people he didn't even fully trust. Both he and me were hoping that somehow there would be a way around it. Like you can talk your way out of taking the oath and so many other things. But no, this thing is forced on you (for plot reasons, obviously, and again, I fucking love the concept of it and the options it offers for gameplay. I'm really just speaking for my V's personal experience here XD)

That whole situation felt so fucking invasive to begin with, and I'm not even speaking about the cyberware. There was so much pressure, from Reed and the Ripper, zero explanation as to what exactly the Ripper was gonna do, just how invasive the procedure is (that it's not reversible just like that, for example). V was never shown the thing beforehand, never got an explanation what it's made of, how it works, how to maintain it. There way not a single friendly word, nocalming him down. Worst doctor expereience ever, and that's quite the achievement with Vince's trackrecord of dealing with horrible doctors in the past. The whole thing was traumatizing as hell for him, the whole experience, just being knocked out without much of a warning, then not even fully and HHHHHH.

And then he stumbles back out of there, desperately clinging onto the hope and trying to tell himself that it's all gonna be worth it, all the trauma, the pain, questioning his identity even more than he already does. But the show must go on. And so he goes on to kidnap the Frenchies, and for some reason he wants to believe these two nobodies will make it out of this mess alive somehow, against all odds. Yeah. No. But not just *that* they died, but *how* they died was the final straw. So fucking cold and brutal. Vince was shocked how Alex was suddenly so cold and brutal, although not quite as much as Reed. And then when Vince gets rightfully upset about the situation, how it was handled, how inhumane... Like, he had to kill a lot of people working for Arasaka, and as a merc, but he would always wanna make it quick, painless, if it was really necessary to kill someone to begin with. Unbekownst to the victim, bullet to the head, precise and quick. Especially if it was supposed to be an execution, not something that happens in combat. But these two kids were scared shitless, dragged out of the car and not executed but butchered, brutally. And when Vince gets upset, complains, is enraged about how unprofessional these two alleged spys are, Reed says "they were just some criminals, why would you care?" - you know, to the lowly criminal standing in front of him. That was the line that shattered the fragile trust V had left in Reed for good. Like... he didn't trust So Mi either, but she had just as many reasons to distrust Reed and the FIA and Myers as V, and he would've rather taken his chances with her instead after this final display of something he could absolutely not stand behind any longer.

Damn. I loved the whole sequence with Kurt, the convo, pretending to be Aymeric (from a player standpoint it was amazing, I also cackled later when I played Run this Town and got to use the disguise in a different context xD but honestly, Vince was hating every second of the meeting, also knowing he was just about to betray the people that hat brought him there.

Kurt's death was... maaan. Epic and a letdown at the same time. He would've deserved so much more screentime and a bigger part in all of it. I would've loved the option to side with him xD but then the DLC wouldve been even larger and even more complicated. Loved it as is though, still but yeah. Needs more Kurt!!!

Vince had no regrets about betraying Reed and putting his trust in Songbird until the very end... even when she ended up betraying him one final time with her revelation of the cure only working once. I fucking loved the confrontation with Reed on the bridge at the spaceport, I had been crossing my fingers so so hard for it to come to a showdown like that. I was so tempted for the dialogue choice of "take her, and I don't want anything for it in return". Cause like... despite everything, Vince had no desire to kill Reed. It wouldn't have changed a thing. Too many people had already died on his behalf anyway, and his hope for a cure was lost either way. So he ended up surrendering So Mi. I picked the option "deal", because I absolutely wanted to see the new main game ending, and I'm not sure if maybe with the "I dont want anything" choice you lock yourself out of it, but I will definitely test that out next time around.

The whole stuff that happened at the spaceport in general... I'm still trying to process it. And of fucking course Mr Blue-Eyes has his disgusting creepy fingers in all of it (or one of his associates) by helping So Mi, offering her this way out. I hate it (I love it). But that whole sequence of getting her to the spacecraft, I loved it so so much. Like all the boss fights and main missions, it was so nicely paced and structured, I had so much fun and I'm speaking as someone who is not good at fighting in video games.

So Mi's betrayal hurt, but letting her down in the end hurt even more. URGH. UUUURGH. But like... in that moment Vince was also like "okay... no cure. fine. But I'm not without leads, I'm just so done with all this spy crap. I should've never agreed to help her in the first place." If anything, he was sorry for things not turning out good for any of them really, but when do they do in NC.

He was glad to talk things out with Reed in the end to a degree, say his farewells. Still not getting his hopes up too high about him, still not really trusting him all that much. In a way still sympathizing, but at that point he'd be certain that he's done with the corporate world and anything like it for good. Revenge and hard feelings were pointless, Reed suffering from his decisions was punishment enough for Vince in that case.

I'm not sure if Vince would end up asking the FIA for help realistically. Like I said, I love the Sun ending for him a lot from a narrative standpoint. And Johnny's whole "please, don't do it", and him getting wiped as the price for it for good... that was at the same time not as bad as I had pictured it, but simultaneously it was awful. So yeah... I really don't know if, with all the choices present, the FIA would be number one. Realistically he'd wanna hear out Hanako first, and I think with how time-sensitive everything else is beyond that, the FIA is propbably off the table. Either way though... I wanted to see the ending.

I was bawling my eyes out during the AV ride, V and Johnny making up, talking a final time... and Johnny calling him Vincent in the end fucking destroyed me asödhjfasfasdf ;______; Doctor detected heightened emotions not just on V but on me as well that was so... HHHHHH. My feels ;__;

And then... the new main game ending. God. Like... ever since those new holocall icons of Kerry and Judy appearing a while ago, with Kerry's 2079 world tour promo... We had to get a timeskip. And I feared the cure would be tied to working for the FIA long term or some shit like that, something that would drive a wedge between V and his loved ones for good. The cure being tied to all sorts of horrible things I kept imagining...

And then the reality was so much more gentle and in a way so so fucking happy if that makes sense? Like... fuck, two years have passed. And fucking Reed and no one else in fucking Langley apparently considered even telling anyone back in NC about the complications of V's operation and all. Y'know, keep his loved ones in the loop after even telling him "tell your friends you'll be gone for a bit, a month tops". And that's the worst betrayal of the whole expansion for me cause like... it was so pointless. Did no one tell anyone cause they had no hope? Cause they wanted to sever V's ties on purpose? Was it Reed's decision, someone else's? Was it intended as punishment? Or was it downright laziness and uncaringness for V as a person, and he maybe just an interesting yet complicated experiment. That one really really hurt. And Vince could not blame Kerry or any of the others for being hurt by that and having moved on with their lives. He would've in their spot, for sure. And no, Reed, he absolutely fucking will not work for the FIA, fuck off. And then Vince fucked out of there as quickly as possible and never looked back.

The whole "your body can't tolerate implants anymore" thing... Did not really hit him that hard. Like... yeah. Netrunning, hacking, which he was always so fucking good at, is not gonna be a thing anymore in this timeline. And that he'll miss sorely. Feeling really really fucking capable about something he built a big part of his life around. That was a central part of his life for all his life, really.

But apart from that... he was always low on chrome. He wouldnt miss it nearly as much as other Vs I think. I think what he struggles with more is just recovering from the coma physically, how weak he is for sure for a while, the fact he probably will never be as fit as he used to be. But still... there's hope in that. Cause he gets to live. He never wanted to be a merc, he would make a damn good fixer for sure... but he'll find something else, something less dangerous. He won't be happy being just a nobody in the crowd, but he's also fallen from high places before and climbed back up, coming out on top every time, every time more himself, seizing new opportunities and making his way. He can make it out of that hole. Like, yeah, the timing sucks... But Kerry wants to see him again, and they can rekindle things. I'm sure they will. I'm so happy Kerry got to play at the Crystal Palace, he's so on top of his game, given how low he was when he and V first met. You know... he says he was hit hard by V's disappearance and potential death, but he's out there rocking the world. He's doing good, he didn't fall back into a spiral of depression and despair. And that makes me so happy. And Vince is gonna hold on to that thought of a future together not just not being off the table, but being so much more certain than before now.

Vince is upset about Panam being so upset, but he can understand her well. He wouldn't feel much different than her. He is sad about River not wanting to see him, but he hopes he can change his mind, somewhere down the line. He is so excited to meet Judy's wife, he is so happy she found peace and love. Hell, Vince would happily just be Kerry's useless trophy husband, if I'm being completely honest, and it's possible now. With no obligations in Night City left, no reputation to upkeep, they can do whatever they want. Rogue promises he wont be forgotten, he will be a legend of the Afterlife forever - one that actually gets to live a full life. Who can forget about all the horrors. He's gonna adapt and find his new thing and like, you know...

This little scene, and the farewell scene with Misty hit me so hard cause... remember this?

I actually... had something very very very similar planned for Vince in the long run that we get with PL now. I'm feeling extremely validated with my headcanons and ideas and concepts and just... Yeah. Not that that's absolutely necessary for fanfiction to be valid or anything, but I'm just... so happy.

I said it in a prev post, PL is the gift that gives on giving by granting me all my little wishes and confirming so many tiny random headcanons. But I didn't think it would also get me pretty much the ending I'd been working on already in the background, the one that he'd deserve. So yeah... idk. Cyberpunk can have happy (or at least bittersweet) endings, it does for me 100% now. V gets to live and survive, if you choose to, canonically.

#elven plays cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 #phantom liberty #phantom liberty spoilers #dont mind me it's just absolutely pouring on my face #I'm not crying about pixel men again noooo

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