#gingerwrites

[fakegingerrights]

Bloody knees and bruised cheeks

[Crosshair brainrot go brrrrr. TW: Alcohol, bar fights, questionable attitudes towards cloning, blood and broken glass. And Crosshair being a flirt in his own way. Crosshair x gn!Reader]

“This seat taken, Sunshine?” The obviously drunk man’s breath hot on your cheek as he leaned in far too close for comfort.

“It is.” You bit back, glancing nervously at the bartender and hoping he’d get the creep off you. You knew your boyfriend had said he might be running late, but an hour and a half was pushing it.

“Well, I don’t see a name on it. Lemme buy you a drink.” The man cajoled, swirling his own cheap beer in his glass.

“I’m fine, thank you.” You leaned as far away as the barstool let you without tipping over. “I’m waiting for someone. And he wouldn’t like you hovering like this.”

“Is that a threat, Sweetcheeks?” The man growled, leaning even farther into your space. A cold voice snarled behind him, sending a ripple through you as you turned back to look at the newcomer.

“Yes.” Crosshair snarled, standing there in all his dusty and carbon stained, red and black armored glory as he placed himself between you and the drunk.

“That’s what you’re waiting for? A labgrown meat droid? I should take you home anyways and show you how a real man fucks.” The drunk slurred, lurching to his feet and squaring up to Crosshair. Cross didn’t budge, but you could tell he was too tired for this.

“She’s not going anywhere with you.” Crosshair’s voice was flat and cold, a hard promise. The drunk snarled, smashing his glass of half full beer against Crosshair’s pauldron, shattering it and sending shards everywhere. As soon as Cross was in the clear for self defense he grabbed the drunk and had him pinned on the bar.

“Care to-“

“Corascant guard is already on the way. Uh… sir.” The bartender fumbled, glancing at the bouncer for the bar. Crosshair grunted at the title. “We’ll take it from here if you want to take your girl home.” The barkeep offered. Even he could see the exhaustion in Cross’s shoulders.

“Great. Next time don’t let creeps get that close to an uncomfortable lady.” He hissed, passing the swearing drunk to a beefy looking zabrak. The greasy man took the opening and broke free, swinging wildly and connecting with Crosshair’s jaw just as he was turning away. As he did, you caught sight of a dripping red line cut into the side of his cheek just under his eye, presumably from the glass shattering.

He staggered but was quick to break the man’s nose and send him sprawling. The zabrakii bouncer got ahold of him now, pulling the drunk away.

Gingerly, you slipped your hand into Crosshair’s, getting his attention. “Let’s go home. Tonight’s a bust anyways. Unless you want to wait for the guard to get here and haul you to a hospital to patch your cheek up?” You murmured lowly, already knowing his answer and pulling towards the door before he even grunted a negative. There was a fine tremor in the very tips of his fingers as he tightened his grip on your hand.

The bar you two had planned to meet at for drinks was only a few blocks from your tiny shoebox of an apartment. Crosshair hissed and stepped away from you only a minute into your walk, shaking like a dog and sending residual splinters of glass tinkling to the ground.

“Bastard got glass in all the chinks of my armor. I’ll have to have Tech send it through a scrub cycle again.” He growled sourly. “Damn stuff got everywhere.”

“I can scrub it out when you get home. Call it a thank you for taking care of that guy.” You fumbled with the keys as he hovered behind you.

“I’m your boyfriend. That’s my fucking job.” Crosshair hissed softly, a hand finding your chin and lifting it so you met his eyes. He had taken his glove off to rid it of splinters. His hand was cool against your skin, fingers still trembling slightly in his exhaustion as he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips, nipping at them a little with a smug quirk of his mouth. He tasted like blood and ozone.

“My stars get a ROOM!” One of your helpful neighbors yelled from the apartment next to yours. You flipped them off without looking, dragging Cross inside and hardly even pausing the kiss.

His hand shifted from your jaw to curl protectively around your neck, the motion making you sigh into the kiss as you reach up to cup his cheek, only for him to hiss and pull away as your fingers meet the unpleasantly warm and tacky sensation of half dried blood from the cut on his cheek.

“Let’s get you out of your armor and blacks.” Your murmur, your voice slightly throatier than normal. At this close you could see the dark circles under his eyes and the rapidly darkening bruising along his jaw where he had been punched. He just grunted an affirmative as he fumbled with the catches, carefully removing each piece.

After he got all of it but his boots, there were several small shards even still that littered the floor. He took off the top of his blacks too, shaking the garment out. You gasped at the sight of bruised ribs and a row of neat stitches above his hip covered in thin medical film to keep them dry.

“It looks worse than it is.” Crosshair filled in the silence. He dropped the top of his blacks in the pile with the rest of his armor and gingerly flopped down on the couch, throwing an arm over his eyes as he sighs, tension slowly seeping out of his body as he relaxed.

“Don’t fall asleep yet, let me look at your cheek. And don’t get blood on that couch, it was my grandmother’s.” You call over your shoulder, grabbing a bag of frozen peas for his jaw and looking for the medistrips in the first-aid kit.

“Ah. So that’s why it smells like mothballs and old lady perfume.” He groused from his sprawled position.

“Har har har.” You rolled your eyes, catching his soft smile at the banter and grinning to yourself.

“I’m stealing your shower when I’m done.” He grunted, carefully sitting up and blinking as he took his arm off his eyes.

You sat on the tiny coffee/dining table in front of him, armed with a damp rag, first aid kit and your frozen vegetables. He took the peas and pressed them against his jaw, sighing at the contact as you dabbed at the bloody mess on the other side of his face.

“This is gonna sting a bit.” You warned as you doused a clean corner of the rag with hydrogen peroxide once you got the blood mostly cleaned up.

“When does it not.” Cross hissed rhetorically, his grip tightening on his knee as you cleaned the cut and made sure there was no glass embedded in his skin before carefully applying the medistrips and butterfly bandages you found. The cut wasn’t deep and you didn’t think it needed stitches, so it probably wouldn’t scar either.

“There you are. Now go shower, you smell like beer and a teen boy’s lockerroom.” You tease, helping him to his feet as he took the peas off his jaw, working it a few times to check for stiffness. Crosshair pouted at the insult but went, ducking into the small bathroom as you went through your drawers to come up with a pair of sweats and an oversized teeshirt for him to wear.

You knocked on the bathroom door before walking in, setting the clothes on the toilet glancing at Crosshair as he stood under the hot spray, rolling his neck appreciatively.

“You’re gonna send my water bill through the roof.” You tease, grabbing him a toothbrush and mint paste and passing it to him.

“That’s your fault, giving me access to the shower.” He snarked right back, sighing as he washed his hair, fingers combing through suds and silver curls. “Want to join me and make the most of it?” He offered, but you shook your head.

“Don’t think me joining will get you any cleaner. Might even do the opposite.” You wink as he rinses off again.

“Worth a shot.” He shrugged, turning the water off and motioning for a towel. You passed it to him with a fold exasperation as the two of you brushed your teeth and he got dressed, forgoing the shirt and toweling his hair off.

As you changed into nightclothes yourself and slipped into bed next to him, he seemed happy. Content. You pressed your face into the spot just above his sternum and sighed as one arm wrapped around you and the other tucked under his head, propping him slightly above you. You relaxed into the embrace, missing the words as they rumbled in his chest.

“What was that?” You mumbled sleepily, looking up at him.

“I said thank you.” He murmured right back, kissing your forehead. “And you’re out of conditioner.”

“Ass.” You accuse, snuggling closer.

“Proudly.” He agreed, a smile tugging at his lips. You were silent for a long moment and he almost thought you were asleep when you spoke up again.

“Why were you late?” You whisper into the darkness. Crosshair rumbles sleepily.

“Got jumped by vulture droids as we changed hyperspace lanes. Tech outflew them, as always.”

“And the mission?” You ask, listening to his slow heartbeat as he replies.

“Successful. Can’t say much else, unfortunately. Not sure when I leave again, before you ask.” He presses another kiss to your temple and tucks your head under his chin. “Go to sleep already, I’m tired.”

“Fine, fine.” You grumble. “Hey Cross? I love you.”

“I…” He paused, feeling stupidly off guard at the phrase even though you’ve said it a dozen times.

“I know.” You whisper, before he can doubt himself. “You don’t have to say it for me to know.”

“I love you too.” He whispered back, smiling sheepishly at the rush of elation and nerves he got even now every time he did. “I always will.”

[renon4224]

By the way, TDTG is written with @fakegingerrights, and two others I can't name, so....

[interstellarflare]

Don’t Blame Me || Homelander

-COMING SOON-

Summary: After several long and uneventful months since John’s abrupt departure, Vought’s plan to present the Cerberus project to the public as a superhuman taskforce roughly forces you back into working with The Boys. This time, things will be more difficult as new threats arise, and former friends turn against each other. And all for what? Love makes people crazy, and John will stop at nothing to protect you.

Authors Note: ATTENTION BEND AND BREAK FANS! The second installment of the series is in development and coming soon! This is your chance to be added to the tag list (if you haven’t already) in order to be notified of future parts. Trust me when I say, you are not prepared. Gif by @preakr​

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[fakegingerrights]

THERE IS NOT ENOUGH MAYDAY LOVE ON THE INTERNET WHO WANTS COMMANDER MAYDAY X READER???

[fakegingerrights]

As an impressionistic lover who borders on abstract time to time, (and a writer) yes! This!

abstract and modern art haters are sooo snobby like klein literally Created an entirely new pigment and then painted a canvas in a way where the brush strokes wouldn't be visible. the insinuation that people with no skill could reproduce that is so annoying because unless you are skilled at color mixing and painting you definitely couldn’t lmao

[ginger-danica-snapps]

A drabble with manipulation. No time or planning to continue the drabble, but couldn't get it out of my head without putting it down on paper. I'll eventually add it to my short collection on AO3.

Sansa stood before the heart tree and sighed.

She looked down at her dress and pulled her cloak tighter around her. Her head was already aching from the steel pins embedded with rubies stuck all over her piled upon hair that was twisted and turned with coils and ribbons.

The valyrian steel knife was tucked into the silk belt at her side. She felt Ghost saddle closer to her as the wind picked up even more. She turned her head as the chill crept down her spine to meet Bran's, or whoever it was inside of him, eyes.

"Are you sure this is the only way?" She murmured quietly.

"Yes. We were not prepared and the downfall started where you must go," the response was succinct but Sansa still could not bear to not argue one last time.

"If I succeed, Jon very well might not be born," she murmured.

"Then it will be another, but in this time, we have lost. Now, go make another song and see if it is right," Bran responded immediately.

Sansa nodded finally and walked to the heart tree as she had previously been instructed. She laid her hand to the side of the face and yelped when it felt as if the tree bit her. Blood began to pour from her palm as sap trapped her to the tree.

Blood and sap combined to pour down the white bark in stuttering rivers of red, trapping where the pieces were cracking and pooling into the opened mouth carving of the face.

Sansa felt her heart twist and she buried her hand in Ghost's fur and prayed he truly traveled with her. No longer did she doubt as her body felt as if it was being torn in a million pieces.

Looking back one last time, her mouth quirked as a simple, flighty though crossed her mind. She glanced down at Ghost and then to the summer silk beneath her heavy coat.

The vivid and deep color shine against her paler skin and her eyes closed as she felt herself collapse.

Moments, but year before, they opened again in the sunlit courtyard of a place she'd sworn never to return. Her head rested upon Ghost's belly and she struggled to stand before noticing the woman, several years her senior, standing wide eyed looking at her. She had the oddest feeling she had just appeared in front of them

Sansa felt her heart take courage from the fact she now stood beneath a heart tree where there had not been one years ahead of her now. She could feel the old gods eyes burning into her back and the sun burning down onto her hair. She allowed the cloak to fall from her shoulders.

Her eyes drifted to a man, younger than the woman, with hair long and silver like the mad dragon queen's had been, a patch over one eye.

Her lips quirked in the irony of what she felt as her path forward began to form.

Green was always her best color.

[zoloftandzelda]

Really wanna lose weight. My goal is to lose 30lbs for now. I really wanna feel better about myself and get healthier. Sometimes I don't even want to eat and I have to make myself. I'd rather have something bad for me. I'm tired of feeling this way.

[fakegingerrights]

More references!

tw: bruises

reference for my fellow whump writers out there

[honeygingergemini]

I have a really bad habit of starting pieces with interesting ideas and i’ll write the middle the good parts but the beginning and end are non existent should i just post it still?

[pavanisingh]

(untitled) :: kyra chiller

[fakegingerrights]

Speaking of this post who’s up for some naruto fics filled with me fixing canon how I see fit?

“I’ll just write this short little fic”, the author says, not realising they’re doomed by the narrative

[fakegingerrights]

Started writing a new fic (don't ask about the wips they don't exist ok-) but if any of yall are interested with an angsty Kakagen TLOU AU fic, here you go. Ongoing fic, we'll see how far I get with this one.

Summary:

"Genma's world is ending. He's a time bomb waiting to go off, inoculations given over a decade ago only serving to extend his ever ticking clock longer than normal. Already entangled in a massive cross country trip to look for a cure up at a northern Heike compound, he follows one of his oldest friends a in a bid to get the ingredients of the cure to the facility in one piece. Unfortunately, said ingredients are sporting ludicrously pink hair and an attitude to match that makes their job that much harder, for all he that he's fond of her. Grappling with his own mortality and looming undeath, Genma just wants to get the payday that would ensure his partner's continued success, for all he may not live to see it.

And maybe, if he lets himself indulge in wishful thinking, someone over there will be able to help him before the 'shrooms finally get to his mind."

[ginger-danica-snapps]

New One-shot: Sansa the Blessed

A What if story of an alternate timeline.

Arya returns to rescue Sansa, Gendry helps, and Sansa has very good luck.

Some would say she was even blessed.

Or the one where Sansa kills the Mountain...on accident...but Dorne doesn't really care how it happened.

Notes:

So, this is crack that turned serious then turned mushy. It happened like this. My sister and I were arguing (as we often do) about how the Mountain could have died in the show. The ideas got more and more ridiculous until I said Sansa could have done it. Then Ames laughed and I got pouty and finally said I would write it. So, here you have it, Sansa killing the Mountain. Maybe I will write more. This already went on for a ridiculously long time for something that started out as crack.

[elucien22904]

shoutout to fanfic writers who don’t depict elain, gwyn, vassa, lucien or azriel as awful, evil ppl just to further their story. u all deserve a hug <3

[fakegingerrights]

Another thing for the reference list

List of Ways to (FICTIONALLY) Torture Someone

I genuinely have no idea how to make a content warning for this- just don't do this stuff irl ig

Click here to look for part 2

Caning

Electrocution

Stress Positions

Sensory Deprivation

Degradation

Water boarding

Strangling

Choking

Flaying

Skinning

Nailing

Drugging

Sleep Deprivation

Nudity

Shaving away the hair off their head

Plain ol' beating/manhandling

Public humiliation

Keeping them in a cage

Keeping them in a small dark place

Cutting off a body part

Carving them out with a knife

Whipping

Breaking their bones

Burning them with cigarettes

Poking holes into them with needles

Burning them in general

Forcing them to drink alcohol

Burning off their soles and forcing them to walk

Starvation

Dehydration

Sensory Overstimulation

Forcing them to scream their throat raw

Gagging them

Muzzling them

Crushing them w/ a hammer/mallet

Killing off their loved ones in front of them

Torturing their loved ones in front of them

Burying them alive

Hypothermia

Hyperthermia

Forcing them to hurt a stranger

Forcing them to hurt their loved ones

Forcing them to stay completely silent

Chemical burns

Chinese water torture

Forcing them into dangerous addictions

Forcing them to quit said dangerous addictions with zero support

Overfeeding them

Only feeding them food they are allergic to

Forcing them to vomit

And then punishing them for it

Forcing them to hang from the ceiling by their wrists while

Forcing them to walk on and on on the treadmill (and if they slip, they fall into the-)

Meat grinder. Enough said.

Carve degrading names into their skin

Pierce their body without their consent

Tattoo their body without their consent

Force them to wear humiliating clothes

Dislocate their joints

Dowse them in hot water and force them into a cold environment

Forcing them to get/remain sick so that they can only rely on YOU

Sewing their mouth shut

Only feeding them through tubes

Sewing degrading words into their skin

Branding them with a sign of your ownership

Branding them with degrading words

Forcing them to wear a collar with bells

Forcing them to wear a shock collar

Crucification

Keelhauling

Drag them behind the fast moving transportation of your choice <3

Stabbing them

Vivisection

Cannibalism

Almooost drowning them

Poking holes into their eyeballs with a needle

Ripping out their eyeballs

Ripping out their teeth with a pair of pliers... one by one

Attaching a strong cord to their teeth and ripping them all off at once

Pouring melted glass down their throat

Replacing their organs

Removing their organs

Slowlyyy pulling their limbs apart

Putting heavy objects on them over time

Force feeding

Forcing them to betray a loved one

Denying them medicine

Rubbing salt/other irritant into their wounds

Pouring alcohol/other irritant over their wounds

Rubbing their skin off with sandpaper

Forcing them to clean themself up when they're sick/injured

Denying them medicine

Forcing them to earn their 'privileges'

Denailing (slowly peeling off their nails)

Apply leeches onto their body

Force them into a tub of disgusting bugs (bonus points if they're naked)

Paralyzing them

Trapping rats on top of them and then forcing the rats to escape through their body

Dehumanization

Forcing them to shoot someone, except the barrel turns out to be empty

Feel free to suggest additions! I will try to update it whenever I find/think up of something new

Tysm @electrons2006 and @lettherebepain and @aliencatwafers for your ideas :)

[interstellarflare]

Bend and Break || Homelander

MASTERLIST

Gif by @tennant​

People can only bend their morals so far before they break. Homelander is the world’s greatest superhero, and you, a tech analyst, somehow become entangled in his world when he learns that you provide intel to The Boys. He makes it his personal mission to find out exactly what you know, but he never expected such resistance from someone as damaged as you. But broken things can be mended, sometimes in the most unexpected ways possible.

|PART ONE| |PART TWO| |PART THREE| |PART FOUR| |PART FIVE| |PART SIX| |PART SEVEN| |PART EIGHT| |PART NINE| |PART TEN| |PART ELEVEN| |PART TWELVE| |PART THIRTEEN|

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