#i just woke up from post dinner nap it is now 12am debating if i go invest in more sleep or i get cracking on more sims stuff

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in my head there r like three different types of edits 1. cas edits (self explanatory) 2. "lighting flex" edits where its me just playing with light and angle and isnt very meaningful (the old genshin character edits would be an example of this) but 3. "narrative edits" which are my favourite usually more elaborate set pieces not always character focused, with dedicated themes and very calculated choices behind what is being presented. most of the dgwicf/among us/violent affairs edits r in this vein

[dbnightingale24]

Last Chance At Redemption

Chapter 16

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Story time! I was definitely gonna post this last night, but we watched The Crown during dinner and the episode made  me cry. I cried so much I wore myself and took a nap. When I woke up, it was 12am and I decided it was too late to post it. Sorry!! Any time children or animals get hurt, I become an emotional mess. ANYWHO, I hope you all enjoy this chapter!! We’re almost to the Christmas chapter, which I’m really excited for. Okay bye!

Warnings: Smut/fingering, 18+, Swearing, Drinking, bit of angst, Arguing, Fluff, shitty writing...I’m fairly positive that’s it.

Word Count: 3110 (sorry)

Song(s) That Inspired This Chapter:

Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now - The Smiths

I do not consent to having my works/ stories posted anywhere else.

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Abigail got to the house 15 minutes later than what she told Ransom. By the look on his face when she got there, she could tell he wasn’t happy with her. She mouthed ‘sorry’ to him as Linda made her way over to her.

 “I’m so happy you could make it! Make yourself comfortable and get to know everyone, and I’m sure Ransom will be over…oh here he is now. Are you drunk?” Linda quietly snapped.

“I fucking wish.”

“Ransom, do not ruin this night for the rest of us. You’re lucky you were even invited!”

“I don’t even want to be her, mother. Don’t worry, I’ll play nice as long as everyone else does.”

“You’ll play nice no matter what” she quipped, before smiling at Abigail and making her way back to everyone.

 “What took you so long?” Ransom quietly asked, handing Abigail a Jack and coke.

“Sampson would start getting fussy when I tried to leave Heidi’s. Then fucking Lisa showed up…anyway, I’m sorry babe. I tried to get here as fast as I can.”

“Don’t worry about it. Just please don’t leave my side” Ransom begged, leaning in to give her a kiss.

“Hugh”

“Fuck, yeah sorry. Forgot about that. I fucking hate this. You’re sleeping in my room tonight, right?”

“You know I can’t.”

“Why the hell not?”

“Besides the fact that you can’t keep your hands to yourself, it’s a bad idea! What if someone sees us?”

“Can we just go back to your place?”

“I’ll make a deal with you: if things don’t turn around within the next 2 hours, we’ll call it a night, pick up Sampson, and go home.”

“2 hours?!”

“We’ve got to try and make the best of the situation, baby.”

“I can’t kiss you for two hours? Fuck that. Meet me in the kitchen in 5 minutes.”

“Hugh-”

“That’s not something we’re debating on. 5 minutes” Ransom smirked, before making his way to the kitchen.

 Abigail made her way around the room saying hello to everyone and making bits of small talk. When it came to Jacob, they both made it perfectly clear that they didn’t want to speak to each other. When she was finally able to make her way into the kitchen, Ransom instantly had her against the wall.

 “That was 10 minutes.”

“Yeah well, your dad was extra was extra chatty.”

“I fucking bet he was. Give me 10 minutes and we can go back to playing pretend.”

“Hugh, this is a bad fucking idea and you know it.”

“Just be quiet…for once.”

“Hugh-”

“Not up for debate, sweetheart” Ransom all but whispered before crashing his lips into hers.

 That’s all that it took. Just like that, she was completely gone for him. She didn’t even know why she ever tried to fight him, because he always ended up winning. He soon started trailing sloppy wet kisses from her lips down to her neck, stopping to only start biting and sucking on her sweet spot.

 “Fuck baby” she whispered, eyes shut tight and hands balled in a fist.

“Gotta keep quiet for me, sweetheart” he mumbled against her neck, before unbuttoning her jeans.

 When he slid his hand into her panties and started rubbing against her bundle of nerves, she bit down hard on her lip to keep from screaming. “Always so wet and ready for me. You’re such a good girl for me and I fucking love it. Did you know that, baby? Did you know that I love when you’re good little whore for me?”

Abigail said nothing. She just kept her eyes clenched shut and nodded.

“Nope, I need you to use your words for me, baby. Use them or I’ll stop, is that what you want?”

All she did was whimper.

“I swear to God I’ll stop, baby. You know I will.”

She was painfully aware of how quick he would stop if she didn’t do as she was told. “I know, sir” she tried to whisper, but failed miserably.

“What’s my fucking name?” he growled, pushing two fingers inside of her.

“Please just let me cum. Please” she whimpered, trying her best to restrain herself.

“Not until you say who the fuck I am.”

“Da-”

“Is everything ok…oh…oh, I am so sorry” Marta squealed, accidentally walking into the wall before walking out of the kitchen.

“Fuck” Abigail whispered, before covering her mouth.

“Shit, I’ll go-”

“No, you won’t do anything. We…we fucked this up. If we have to deal with it, we will.”

“She might-”

“We can’t live in our bubble forever, babe.”

“Fuck,” Ransom sighed, removing his two fingers from her pussy “that didn’t take me long to fuck up.”

“We’ll…figure it out” she whimpered, after Ransom removed his hands completely. “We definitely need to get back out there.”

“After you clean me off” Ransom demanded, shoving those two fingers into her mouth.

 **

 Abigail and Ransom did their best to stay away from each other. However, the more she was away from Ransom, the more she able to notice how horribly his family treated everyone. Especially Marta. She would have expected them to be a lot nicer to her, considering that she had given up a large part of her rightful inheritance. But no. They still treated her like the hired help, even though they were in her house.

 When she saw Marta excuse herself from the room, she knew that she should check up on her.

 "Hey, you okay?”

“What? Oh, yeah I’m fine. I just needed a minute to collect myself” Marta smiled.

“I thought you puked when you lied?”

“I do,” Marta laughed “I’m used to it. To them. This is only happening because of Great Nana. They’ll be gone tomorrow and my family and I can go back to normal.”

“You’re a better person than me, I definitely would’ve said no.”

“If I thought they wouldn’t accidentally kill Great Nana, I would have” Marta smirked and Abigail let out a little laugh.

“Well, I’ll let you get back to your alone time” Abigail smiled, getting up to leave.

“I won’t say anything, by the way. About you and Ransom.”

“Oh…Marta. No, I just wanted to check on you. This was just to see if you’re okay.”

“That’s why I won’t say anything. Ransom may be a dick to me, but you’ve never been anything except kind to me. Saving me plates of food, checking on me when things get tough, making sure I don’t feel left out…you’ve always been genuine. Well, that and it’s none of anyone’s business.”

“I…thank you. I really appreciate it and so does Ransom, even if he never admits it.”

“You really love him?”

“I do.”

“Well, God help you” Marta smirked and Abigail threw her head back and laughed.

“Oh, He’s definitely helping us, cause it gets fucking rough.”

“I can’t even imagine. He’s lucky to have you.”

“I’ lucky to have him,” Abigail smiled “thank you…again.”

“Don’t worry about it. We should get back in there” Marta sighed, motioning towards the living room. Abigail groaned and stomped her feet in protest, and Marta just laughed in response. “Trust me, I know. The sooner we get back in there, the closer we get to it being over.”

“I fucking hope so” Abigail groaned, as they made their way back.

 **

 Abigail was doing all she could to not focus on Ransom’s glare, but she was failing miserably. They were going to attempt to leave early after Walt started taking digs at Ransom out of nowhere, but Linda called that it was time for dinner, ans Abigail’s hunger got the best of her. To be fair, the food was amazing. Nevertheless, the dinner talk went from them trying to one up each other on their success, to them finding subtle ways to jabs at the changes Marta had made around her house while also attacking Ransom.

 Seeing him so unhappy and so uncomfortable made her heartbreak. This was her fault. She should have fought harder against Linda. She was well aware that Ransom was no saint, but she also knew that he deserved to be treated much better than he was.

 “Abigail? Hello?” Joni called out.

“What? I’m sorry, I was lost in thought.”

“That’s alright. I was just asking about how your restaurant is doing.”

“Oh! It’s going really well. I’m able to relax a little bit, but we still have-”

“How’s working with Ransom been?” Walt interrupted, taking a sip of his whiskey.

“That’s been going really well too. He should be done in a month or so. I think it’s really-”

“You can be honest here. I can’t imagine he’s actually been all that helpful or even shown up to help much.”

“Walt!” Linda snapped.

“What big sis? It’s not like he has ever aspired to be anything.”

“Actually,” Abigail interjected, feeling her anger reach its boiling point “he’s been very hands on with the whole thing. He’s put a lot of hard work and sweat into this book, and I think the readers will see that when they read it.”

“Ransom? He’s never-”

“Jesus Christ enough!” Abigail yelled, slamming her hand down on the table. “Everyone at this table knows that Ransom is no saint, okay? We all know and have seen what he is capable of, but it’s not like you all don’t do your best to bring out the worst in him. Since I’ve been here, all each of you have done is taken turns picking on him. With the exception of Marta and her family, who you all should be thanking, by the way. This is now her house and she has been kind enough to host all of you.

 When in the last time any of you bothered to ask Ransom how he’s doing? Before anything happened with Harlan, when was the last time any of you asked how he was doing? Gave a shit about how he’s doing? You all just sit around waiting for one another to fail and being catty, and it’s so fucking exhausting. How can you all listen to yourselves talk for so long? Ransom may have his issues, but it’s not like any of you did much to stop it. I know-”

“Now listen here-”

“Did it sound like I was finished speaking?” Abigail snapped at Walt. “As I was saying, I know we all have our shit and no one at this table is fucking perfect. However, it’s a lot more helpful to help build each other up and check on one another, than to just look for every opportunity to tear each other apart.”

 Everyone was quiet for a moment, not really sure what just happened. Ransom was doing all he could to keep from smiling. No one had ever done that before. No one had ever taken his side and defended him. No one ever really seemed to give a shit about how he felt about certain situations. No one had bothered to the his voice when he felt he couldn’t defend himself. Harlan had tried, but it never seemed to get anywhere, so he just stopped.

 “You know, you’re a real bitch. You know that?” Walt finally shot back.

“It’s been said to me a time or two.”

“No wonder your dad blew is brains out.”

“Fucking watch it.” Ransom growled.

“No it’s fine Hu…Ransom,” Abigail smiled “ I may be a real bitch, Walt. However, when my dad committed suicide, he left me house, money, and a restaurant. When your dad killed himself, he didn’t even leave you a pot to shit in. So, who’s the real bitch in this situation?” she questioned as Marta stifled a laughed. “Now, if you all will excuse me, I’m going to have a cigarette because my fucking nerves are shot.”

 Abigail quickly got up and away from the table, grabbing her coat and a lighter, before heading out to the back patio. She knew she should have held her tongue, but she couldn’t take it anymore. Then her heart sank at the thought of Ransom having to put up with that his whole life. That was his family. Her family was fucked up by all means, but whenever push came to really shove, her parents showed up for her. She knew Ransom had never experienced that and it hurt her to her core.

 “You’re in love with my son” Linda said flatly, lighting her own cigarette.

“What?”

“You love him. I don’t know what he’s said or done-”

“We’re just friends.”

“That may be what you tell yourself and him, but I know better.”

“I stick my neck out for my friends. You can ask my best friend, Taylor.”

“Whatever you say. From a mother’s point of view, it looks like you love him. You need to be careful with him. He will say and do anything-”

“No, I promise you he won’t. He’s so much more than what you all think of him. If you give him a chance, a real and fair chance, he’d show you that.”

“So you think you know him better than his own mother does?”

“I know I do” Abigail sighed, finally meeting Linda’s gaze.

“We’re fucking going” Ransom mutter, popping his head out, keeping his eyes on Abigail only.

“Ransom-”

“It’s one thing to attack me. I don’t give a shit anymore. Abigail has done nothing wrong, yet Walt went after her anyway. This is done and we’re leaving.”

“Ransom” Abigail interjected.

“Not up for debate” he responded softly, meeting her gaze and going back inside.

 Abigail put out her cigarette before getting up to face Linda. “He’s your own son. Give him a chance.”

 “Well, once again you’ve ruined a perfectly good evening” Walt grumbled towards Ransom, as they made their way through the dinning towards the front it.

“You ruined it yourself, jackass” Abigail shot back.

“You can go to hell, right along with Ransom!”

“I guess we’ll be seeing you there” she smiled sweetly flipping him off, before putting on her coat and walking out. She heard Ransom yell something before slamming the front door shut. “I’m packing my bags and getting the fuck out of Massachusetts.”

“Abigail-”

“No Hugh. My fucking Halloween was ruined, Thanksgiving was HELL, and now this? They’re all so…the way they talk to you…it’s not okay and I don’t want to be anywhere remotely near them finishing out this year.This year has been so fucked up and I just…I won’t do it Hugh.”

“Relax baby. Just tell me where and that’s where we’ll go.”

“New Jersey? What the hell is in New Jersey?”

“My grandparents.”

“Fine, fine. I’ll get us the first flight-”

“I want to drive. Neither of us need to be around people right now. We’re both too mad.”

“It’s a 5 hour drive!”

“You can stay here.”

“Stop it. I’ll meet you at your house and we’ll go from there. I’ll find a hotel in New York that’s dog friendly.”

“New York? I said-”

“I know what you said. We can go to your grandparents or wherever you want in Jersey whenever you want. However, I’m not fucking staying in New Jersey for a week. There’s nothing to do there.”

“Hugh-”

“Not debatable. See you at home” he smirked, forcing himself not to kiss her and heading towards his Beamer.

“Hey, what did you tell them before you closed the door?” Abigail asked, getting into her Jeep.

“I told them all to go eat shit.”

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taglist: @jennmurawski13 @goldenfightergir @princess-evans-addict @jeremyrennermakesmesmile

[mnemehoshiko]

I'M DYING TO HEAR EVERYTHING ABOUT SWCO. I know you already posted some, but moooooaaaarrr, need mooooaaar!

I WILL POST MOREEEEEE MY DARLING!!!

I’ve been busy in academia land (and will continue to be so sadly T_T) BUT HIGHLIGHTS BY DAY

TUESDAY: T -2 SWCO

I run from Symposium to airport in business apparel

My baby sister calls and I’m like “gotta run going to SWCO”

She immediately begins shaming me for like NOT COSPLAYING

Her exact words: “what kind of nerd are you??”

Me: “what is this callout?!?!”

I land! 

I see @lariren-shadow

I lie down a lot

@red-applesith and her bf show up as well

I MEET @shelikespretties 

THE END

WEDNESDAY: T -1 SWCO

I FINALLY MEET @thewayofthetrashcompactor

Shopping occurs because the airbnb has like a fridge and we’re like HEALTHY PEOPLE

we make attempts to be healthy people

Finally, the group of us head to the convention center around 8 because like

the organizers said line up starts at 8

and like WE RECOGNIZE THAT LIKE PEOPLE LINE UP EARLIER but usually the organizers actively dissuade this from occurring

The organizers of SWCO did not get this memo.

Like AT ALL

The line had already started wrapping around the convention center.

Us:….huh

Finally we’re let in, where it’s still SUPRISE SURPISE A DISORGANIZED CLUSTERFUCK

We get in the the first of many lines for the opening panel/40th anniversary panel

consequently, I am now very very good at standing in line

I MEET RAY PARK AND HE’S VERY PLEASANT.

I don’t think he was supposed to be like signing and taking pictures BUT HE DID SO BLESS HIM

We lay down our stuff and like begin to accept our life for the evening once they close the doors at 12AM.

Also realize the hall….has no wi-fi.

am briefly hit by Regret at this point

THURSDAY: SWCO DAY 1 or I Swear to Fucking God I Will Murder Whoever Though a Rave at 1PM Would Be a Good Idea

We’re woken up by like ULTRA LOUD MUSIC IN THE CONVENTION HALL

And first, everyone is like OH DID SOMEONE COOL COME??

Ans: No, it’s just DJ Elliot. Also known as the whitest DJ in existence. NO ONE NEEDS A TECHNO VERSION OF TSWIFT

EVERYONE IN THE HALL IS MUTUALLY UNHAPPY ABOUT THIS 

because we need to be up at like 5am to like LINE UP YET AGAIN and reflect on our life choices

also the Convention Hall lights are perpetually on, the AC is like AIMED TO BE a foot parallel to the floor, and concrete is really fucking hard even with a blanket

No for real, whoever thought that was a good idea i am going to fight them

Finally start lining up again

shout out to @lariren-shadow standing in line to grab us coffee

so many lines

why were there so many lines

Evidently, the 5AM lines were going into the highway

Eventually, get THE WRISTBAND FOR GALAXY STAGE and feel mildly vindicated

THE 40TH PANEL WAS AMAZING!!

I vaguely regret not splurging on a photo op with Hayden but 1) money and 2) LINES

But the panel was #lovingly dragging George Lucas on his non-existent dialogue skills

Also how does Ian McDiramid (?) LOOK SO SPRY??? 

Is it blood? THE WORLD MAY NEVER KNOW

Then went to the Billy Dee Williams Panel (pictures will come soon)

he was….so so chill

ALSO THERE WAS A SUPER SUPER CUTE BB!LANDO COSPLAY

Then walked around for a bit and like hunted down crew members to be like “so about the line up procedure” 

Crew Member 1: “the official word is that we have on the site”

Crew Member 2: “yeah, nothing’s changed in response to last night/morning.

Us:…cool.

PROMPTLY GET IN LINE AT 3PM FOR THE LAST JEDI PANEL

Run back to airbnb to change my shirt and like deorandant

Jen finally gets back from the Celebration Store. Evidently they were stuck in line for 5 hours

Run back to grab cosplay and also some water

EAT DELIVERY IN LINE BECAUSE FOOD IS IMPORTANT

and probably last #actual food till post-panel the next day

FRIDAY: SWCO DAY2

THERE WAS NO RAVE AND ALL WERE THANKFUL

RIAN JOHNSON SHOWED UP!

and stayed for 3 hours??

I felt bad post panel because I was like oh my god he’s so kind???

Also, it felt like HE REALLY RESPECTED CARRIE FOR HER SCRIPTWRITING ABILITIES AND ASDFSDFSDFDF

more wandering occurred? I think? IT’S A BLUR T B H

OH WE WENT HOME BECAUSE CONCRETE, FLOOR, NOT FUN

THE POSTER IS RAD THOUGH

and red

hahaha I am so so clever *LIES DOWN*

like I legit meant to like STAY AWAKE to like NOT WRECK MY SLEEP SCHEDULE and like lie down for like an hour

which turned into four and I just said screw it and went back to sleep

SATURDAY: SWCO DAY 3

Very lowkey day

Debated trying to get into the store. 

Saw the line and was like, “hahahhahahahahah over my dead body”

Walked around a bit instead

BOUGHT THE THRAWN BOOK but sadly not the celebration one because evidently that sold out within 5 minutes and I refused to fight people for it

ALSO DARK DISCIPLE….which means I should watch the rest of clone wars

ALSO LIFE DEBT

debated also buying Empire’s End but I refuse to buy more hardcovers than I need to and also HEAVY

I’m really disappointed by the map that SWCO had on their app because it was really awful/I was spoiled by the ease that SDCC had

Went to some of the writing panels!

FOUND OUT THAT PHASMA (also known as the only other member of the F.O. that I care about) IS GETTING A COMIC AND A BOOK 

Went to the Cantina panel that Pablo was on, which was surprisingly crowded?

Then went to the Christie Golden panel on writing as well!

Grabbed dinner at the pub where the reylo meetup was supposed to be

Went to the Reylo meetup 

THEY WERE ALL LOVELY

I didn’t mean to scare @cobwebbing !!! It….just kind of happened….

Found out that oh god people do actually read my fic

oh god, I am so so sorry

SEE MORE RAMBLING HERE

SUNDAY: SWCO DAY 4

WOKE UP SUPER EARLY TO GET INTO THE STORE TO GET A CERTAIN SOMEONE A SHIRT 

as well as like me

like i needed something to validate my prescence and all the lines

We were there at like 5:30 and the line was already ridiculous

Eventually got in, and stood in line….again

Took a nap because I WAS TIRED

Finally got in and briskly walked to the Celebration Store….

and got into the “lightspeed lane” for 11AM

so I like walked around some more till they let me in

THAT STORE HAD BEEN STRIPPED PRETTY HARD

*cries* I JUST WANTED THE BB-8 ORANGE SHIRT

I bought some shirts though!

AND MUGS

AND KYLO SQOOSH BALL THINGY

And then ordered indian food for dinner because everything closes on Easter for some reason

proceed to stuff everything into my suitcase and realize I didn’t wear half the clothes I brought

MONDAY: POST SWCO

I FLY HOME

THE END