#someone shoot me an ask and enable me please

[xnchxntmxnt]

Hellooo! Can I make a sk8 request with cherry, langa, renki and joe?

The (male) reader is usually a really good skater and skates at S but one night he comes home with cuts and scratches all over because he wiped out while not paying attention to the road

injured skater

Fandom: Sk8 the Infinity

Character: Reki Kyan, Langa Hasegawa, Kaoru Sakurayashiki (Cherry Blossom), Kojiro Nanjo (Joe)

Warnings: injuries mentioned in all of them, food mention + vague mention of showering together in kojiro's.

Notes: i think this ended up gn but someone correct me if im wrong. other than that i really enjoyed writing this <3 its cute

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So you show up to s covered in scrapes, scratches & the like—arms and anything not covered by clothes burning red and definitely injured 

and really, you’re fine! Sure, it was a wipeout, but you’ve taken worse in the past 

That doesn’t stop them from worrying though

Reki

You take off your hoodie and he’s IMMEDIATELY all over you 

Are you okay?? What happened?? Did someone do that to you?? Did you fall???

It takes a couple minutes to get him to calm down 

He loves you okay it’s how he shows it

Your shirt is torn in one or two places, you were probably bleeding from your shoulder for a little while

he starts trying to check out how bad it is but you wince pretty bad when he accidentally brushes the worst of it on your arm

He IMMEDIATELY starts apologizing and calls for cherry to “work his weird techno magic crap” and make you feel better

Luckily he does keep some bandages with him but he makes reki apologize for insulting carla 

Langa

Almost faints

Hates the sight of blood

Hides behind reki to make him fix you

Yes he’s worried about you no he doesn’t know how to say so

Reki puts a couple bandaids on you and hands you back to Langa (who is profusely apologizing because he doesn’t want you to think he doesn’t care) 

Asks how you’re feeling and if he can do anything to fix it

Pulls a little “kiss it better” move but doesn’t wanna hurt you more so just kisses your forehead it’s sweet

Miya gags in the corner 

you were working late and it was dark out

Really it wasn’t your fault that you fell 

There was just a big enough stone you didn’t see that sent you flying 

Luckily nothing felt broken or pulled, just scratched up

So instead of worrying your boyfriend, you decided to just walk home and you’d clean yourself up there

Kaoru

immediately worried

He tries to keep up that cool calm collected thing all the time but like

He’s probably gonna start lecturing you about being safe and protecting yourself when you’re skating

Asks carla to do a quick analysis on you to make sure nothing is more seriously wrong

Then won’t shut up

“How did this happen” “why weren’t you wearing anything to protect yourself”’ “are you lightheaded do you need something to eat” like he cares so much

Won't rest until you are fully bandaged by him personally

Makes you sit on the bathroom counter while he takes care of you

After a while you have to take his hands so he stops fussing with everything and reassure him that you’re really ok

He just hugs you and takes a deep breath—he knows sometimes his anxiety gets the better of him and smaller things seem like bigger deals than they are 

But that’s why you’re there. To keep him grounded

Kojiro

He’s always home later than you

‘Perks’ of running your own restaurant 

So when he comes home to see you sitting in one of his shirts with some. Not very well done bandages around your arms he’s a little concerned 

Doesn’t freak out just wants to fix you up

Adjusts your bandages as best he can and listens to what happened

Makes everything better by pressing little kisses near (but not on, so it doesn’t hurt) your injuries 

Does little things to cheer you up

Offers to make dinner if you're really that sore but tbh you’d much rather just wash up and get delivery (believe it or not, so would he. After a long day of cooking all night he could use time off his feet)

So that’s how you spend your evening, curled up on the couch with him

Helps you clean your cuts and things when you get a shower later

Tbh this is a sidenote but i dont see showering with him as a thing yknow like hes a child at heart i think you usually end up in water fights and it makes you laugh but anyway

Overall just really chill, wants to make sure youre okay but every skater wipes out from time to time you just have to brush it off and try again

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[thedensworld]

Welcome to Densworld🌼

Masterlist

den | aries | infp-a | she/her | carat💎 ahgase🐥

1. Found You | Choi Seungcheol

His wife suddenly went missing. There are two possibilities, his best friend has hid her from him or she literally left him.

2. Lover Series | Kim Mingyu

Mingyu's love life has became more interesting since you came

3. On Scene | Yoon Jeonghan

Yoon Jeonghan, once a dedicated police officer, finds himself embroiled in a web of corruption and is subsequently transferred to a unit that is shunned by his colleagues. Just when he thought his life couldn't get any more complicated, a murder case emerges, and it appears to be connected to his ex-girlfriend.

4. Healing Hues | Jeon Wonwoo

Exhausted by the monotony of his life as a celebrity, Wonwoo makes a pivotal decision to return to his childhood hometown and embark on a heartwarming project: building a small library named 'Healing Hues.' Little does he know, this journey will lead to a series of unexpected and transformative events.

5. To The Rescue | Jeon Wonwoo

Eight years had passed since you and Wonwoo last worked together, but fate had other plans. The case you thought was behind you resurfaced, pulling you back into the world you thought you'd left behind.

6. Doesn't Mind At All | Hong Jisoo

Joshua willingly agrees to pick up his boss's daughter from school, not realizing that this simple task would lead to an unexpected encounter with his longtime crush.

7. Sweet Macaroons | Choi Seungcheol

Seungcheol was far from pleased when a food critic posted a negative review that started to impact your sales. He couldn't stand to see you upset.

8. Mind Date | Hong Jisoo

Joshua has the power of mind control, enabling him to get anything he wants by influencing people's minds. Suddenly, he meets you, someone he can't control at all.

9. Even When We're Drown, We're Still Breathing | Kim Mingyu

Mingyu was missing the spotlight he used to have, so he decided to accept the offer to shoot a reality show about marriage life and parenting. However, his wife was in a different situation.

10. Don't Touch Mine | Yoon Jeonghan

Jeonghan had hid his feelings for you, but he had been in denial. Then, an unexpected event occurred, and everything changed.

11. Post-Magazine | Kim Mingyu

It was an honor for Mingyu to collaborate with a well-known magazine. But this job made him realize that love at first sight is real.

12. Where to Sign? | Choi Seungcheol

Seungcheol is about to sign the pre when you said this thing to him

13. Guilty Flower | Choi Seungcheol

Seungcheol accepted his mother offer to meet you, his potential future wife said his mother, without knowing what kind of person you are.

14. Naming is Fun | Kim Mingyu

Mingyu knows that you are his laugh button, but he can't believe your suggestion over the baby name.

15. Now You're Safe With Me | Choi Seungcheol

Seungcheol received several missed calls from you, and he knew they weren't just regular phone calls.

16. Forever His | Choi Seungcheol

You found out that Seungcheol was marrying you for your property and wealth while you're pregnant with his child. What would you do? Let him go or play a fool?

17. Piece of Origami | Kim Mingyu

you have no idea that you're this untalented in making a paper fold—origami until your kid ask you to make one

18. What A Fate | Yoon Jeonghan

Who would have thought your next meeting after having a one-night stand would be this unexpected?

19. Perfect Pairing | Choi Seungcheol

Mafia Seungcheol has to face a fact that he found his bestfriend's long-searched sister. However she is a NIS agent who was ordered to terminate him.

20. What a Sweep | Choi Seungcheol

Seungcheol brimmed with excitement as he prepared to teach you some Jiu-Jitsu moves, little did he knows, you would nearly send him into a heart attack.

21. Ten Years | Jeon Wonwoo

In hospital Wonwoo is a doctor, and back to house he is your husband. However, your sudden conditions make him choose.

22. Everything | Choi Seungcheol

You come to him in the middle of the night, plan to end him immediately. However everything change.

23. What A Revenge | Yoon Jeonghan (Part 2 of What A Fate)

After an unexpected rendezvous after a one night stand, Jeonghan asked Mingyu to set him up with you. However you had a different situation and it's getting complicated.

24. Falling Flower | Kim Mingyu

Mingyu never thought that he would find Y/n, his friend's secretary, attractive. What's started from eyes, physical, has fallen to his heart. As he tries to get to know you, he realizes he knew nothing about you.

25. Rewind Button | Jeon Wonwoo

If Wonwoo had a time machine, he would definitely go to crash your wedding.

26. Flower Bloomed | Kim Mingyu (Part 2 of Falling Flower)

It's been a year since Mingyu and you were married. Once united by a good feeling, has started to scatter, both you and Mingyu couldn't find reason to stay together.

27. Your Best Man | Jeon Wonwoo

Wonwoo has tried his best to become the best man you've ever met. At the end, he is the best man.

28. Stupid Cupid | Kim Mingyu

You must be the reason why he's been nervous for tonight's event. There must be something that Cupid has been doing.

30. Hold On Tight | Yoon Jeonghan (Part 3 of What a Fate)

What's started for a revenge and status has developed into something Jeonghan couldn't comprehend. He unconsciously were willing to do anything and it was only for you.

31. Alone At Night | Kim Mingyu

Mingyu has no idea until he had to sleepover in your house because of the rain. In fact, it hurts him.

32. Revelation | Choi Seungcheol

What started as an office romance escalated quickly when there are news about Choi Seungcheol, your boyfriend, is suddenly the heirs of the company where you both work.

33. I Can Fight | Jeon Wonwoo

Since you married Jeon Wonwoo, you always considered to not wear revealing clothes. Honestly, Wonwoo doesn't care

34. Bucket Of Happiness | Jeon Wonwoo

After the divorce settled, you immediately moved to Canada for your treatment. Meanwhile, Wonwoo has to run away from his parents who couldn't stop forcing him to get married.

35. Sweet Truth | Choi Seungcheol

The relationship become unstable and lot of things happened. It's time for truth to be revealed

36. Towel Argument | Hong Jisoo

Towel is just a towel. It's not something essential. But why it is able to crack a relationship? Joshua is the first man to proof you that you won't have a towel argument.

37. People's Person | Xu Minghao

You never had a person. You were always be the people's person.

38. Time For A Rose | Choi Seungcheol

You found out how he always got you flower at the perfect time.

39. Right Time | Kim Mingyu

You both were too young when you get together, right person-wrong time. Two years after break up, destiny brought you two again.

40. Let Me | Choi Seungcheol

Seungcheol has known your for a long time and has been very grateful of your dedication as his worker. It was supposed to be just like that.

41. How To Summon Demon | Choi Seungcheol

Your friends and you playfully played game to call the Hot Demon in high school. What if he actually summoned?

42. Case 143 | Kim Mingyu

Mingyu and Y/n are exes. One day, they have to work a case together and it makes the situation uncomfortable for both teams. Besides for the rookie, Hansol.

44. Another Revelation | Choi Seungcheol

Just like other conglomerates in drama, Seungcheol's mother wants you to break the relationship.

45. Chill Dad | Kim Mingyu

Mingyu always wanted to be the chill and cool dad for his kids, however the world don't let him.

46. Work Stressed | Yoon Jeonghan

Working with your best friend is stressful and Jeonghan will tell you why.

47. App Location | Choi Hansol

You finally found the right function of the share location apps

48. Taste Me | Choi Seungcheol

Can't friends taste each other? Seungcheol didn't know the answer. But he was certain that it'll be fair only if he could also taste you.

*one more for till the first 50 titles!

49. Arrangement Crossed | Kim Mingyu

Mingyu started to enjoy the arrangement between him and you. What should he do?

To be continued ;)

e n j o y, joy! -dk

[morsesnotes]

I'm still not over this interview and these interactions specifically. They're so dorky in a very endearing way:

Shaun Evans: I think [Donna Tartt] herself is kind of extraordinary. Have you read “The Goldfinch”?

1883Mag: Yes! Weirdly enough, I started with “The Goldfinch” and loved it, thought it was incredible, and then wanted to go back and read her other work. She has another book, “The Little Friend”, I don’t know if you’ve read that?

Shaun: I’ve not read it yet!

1883Mag: It’s probably not as good as the other two.

Shaun: That’s good to know actually. She’s such an extraordinary writer. I feel like…and this is so rare but so amazing when you do get it, but when you read something and you’ve felt everything there with those people. I was totally there, I was totally present. That is an extraordinary thing when you think about it, right? Someone has sat at their kitchen table or wherever they’re sitting…at their desk…and they’re just putting words on paper but it’s translated and makes you feel something and you go on an experience. And I feel like that with Donna Tartt. Her work is…I started to watch videos of her on YouTube…weird [laughs] but she takes years to write her books, doesn’t she?

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1883Mag: It’s nice that they facilitated an environment where you could feel comfortable asking questions and why they made the artistic choices they made. It must be such an interesting filming experience because…it feels cramped, when you’re watching it. It feels claustrophobic on the ship.

Shaun: The set was like that! It was like that. It was vast in a way that was incredibly detailed and enabled you to shoot in a very narrow and condensed, claustrophobic way, so it was an extraordinary set, so I have to pay tribute to those guys. But, to go back to the director thing. I would never ask them, Why did you do this? Tell me about it. Because, as a director, you don’t want to feel like people are breathing down your neck. So I would simply observe them.

1883Mag: You’re not like, What’s going on here? [Laughs]

Shaun: [Laughs] Excuse me, before we go on, why are you doing that? Is that a wise choice?

1883Mag: They’re sweating, like Uhhhh…

Shaun: And it’ll be my last job as an actor as well!

1883Mag: You’re getting fired from everything. Now you have to do photography full time because they’re like, This guy is overly excited…[Laughs].

Shaun: [Laughs]. That’s me, jack of all trades, master of none!

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1883Mag: It’s nice that you were able to start it off by directing, and that you didn’t do anything so crazy that they just took the camera away from you. [Laughs].

Shaun: [Laughs]. Quite the attempt! I chained myself behind the camera, so.

1883Mag: You’re like, I’m fine, I’m fine, I just needed to get it out of my system! [Laughs].

Shaun: [Laughs]. All right guys, come on, please?!

1883Mag: [Laughs]. Totally throw your entire reputation away. They’re gonna be like, So, he’s gonna be recast for season 9…

Shaun: [Laughs]. And could you lose our phone number, please? Trying to call them like, Hey, I’m Endeavour! And they’re like, Not anymore!

1883Mag: [Laughs]. Everyone can be replaced! You’re just muttering in your dark room like, I used to be an inspector once.

Shaun: [Laughs]. Like, I much preferred photography anyway. As I just do some interesting self-portraits.

1883Mag: As long as you don’t cut your ear off, you’ll be totally fine! [Laughs].

Shaun: Can you imagine?

1883Mag: Terrible, but hilarious.

Shaun: [Laughs]. Terrible but hilarious, yeah!

[lazyyogi]

I know as a daily meditator good advice is to avoid fools , however good advice is also to love your family my question is what if close family members are fools, how much does one help & be involved with family members who are foolish ? Is their karma something you yourself are attached to or a part of ? This question is really important for me it’s taken years to ask it, I am able to finally admit that a lot of my family are not on the path of Dhamma yet & their behaviours & lifestyles are draining & foolish . Can you please advise me Thankyou 🙏🙏🙏

I wouldn't say one must avoid fools. If you are a meditator then you will recognize it as an opportunity for mindfulness practice when dealing with foolish people.

It is very tempting to get swept up in reactivity when we are confronted with foolishness. When someone is so obviously wrong and yet so obviously loud about it, it can be challenging to remain balanced and at ease.

That doesn't mean you need to avoid those people, nor does it make it your responsibility to set them straight. A meditator is benefited by meeting the challenges of whatever circumstances come to them:

Noticing your own reactions and judgments, letting them pass through you without accepting or rejecting them, and remaining at ease is just another part of being present and mindful. If you can do that, then you can also freely choose how to handle yourself in that situation. Without being controlled by your conditioning, the interplay of your direct insight and social experience can then find unique expression in that moment.

This is also the real meaning of spontaneity. To be spontaneous doesn't mean to act without thinking. It means to act without conditioning--action that is not limited by previous habits, identities, or judgments.

With all of that being said, there are two important exceptions I would like to mention.

The first exception is for newbies. If you are new to meditation and mindfulness practice, then avoiding fools and spending time around those more wise and mature is important. That's perfectly okay. And when fools cannot be avoided, you can use that opportunity to work on your mindfulness practice and self-observation.

The other exception is more in line with your question, which is about the people with whom you surround yourself.

Everyone has the essence of divinity, a fundamental buddha-nature. But that does not mean they care about it or will ever come to discover that during this life. For those whose behaviors and lifestyles are draining and toxic, it is best to limit one's association with them as much as is appropriate.

There is a saying: "Love the tiger, but from a distance."

You do not need to abandon your family. You can and should still feel love for them. But if associating with them would mean being affected by their foolishness and toxicity, then it is alright to keep your distance from them.

Certainly if you can help them, do so. Just don't confuse helping with enabling.

If you have more specific questions regarding this situation with your family, feel free to shoot me a message. I'm happy to discuss it further with you.

Much love :)

LY

[therethatstar]

eloquent question do you think phumpeem would do the nasty in peem’s art classroom at ass o’clock-

(pls don’t block me star i need you to be brave about this and enable me more)

m’am its A MONDAY MORNING !

yes. yes they would. and i shall not stop talking about this until someone writes it for me *cough* perhaps you cole *cough* but imagine phum is waiting for peem and it’s late in the night and they both have been so busy with their own stuff and to be frank, they literally haven’t done anything other than lazy handjobs here and there. and maybe because it’s hot in the art room or maybe peem just looks extra good today but phum is definitely feeling something at the pit of his stomach that’s starting to shoot straight to his dick. he’ll walk over to peem and sit himself on peem’s laps and peem would try to push him off, saying he has a deadline to meet. but phum is persistent. he’ll start literally humping on peem’s laps, grinding his dick against the firm surface of peem’s stomach. he’ll whisper something nasty like “please can i at least sit on your cock? i’ll let you work” and peem is literally just a dude, he wouldn’t give in at first by saying he’ll have to prep phum and he doesn’t have lube.

this is until phum drags peem’s hand down his body, before letting it slide to his ass, letting peem squeeze the thickness of him as he arches into the heat of peem’s body. then he traces peem’s fingers to the waistband of his pants, letting those slim fingers slip inside and it’s only then when peem’s middle finger eases between phum’s asscheeks that he feels it. the hard metal.

phum lets out a breathy moan when he feels the way peem pushes the dildo deeper, so fucking needy and wet that he feels the tip of his cock leaking against the thin fabric of his pants.

“fuck how long have you had this in?” peem bites the lope of phum’s ear as he groans out the words. “are you that desperate to have something in you? are you that desperate for a cock? huh?”

“ah—hngh…just your cock peem. only desperate for your cock. please.”

“okay then how about this,” peem leans back to look at him. “you can sit on my cock and keep it warm as i finish my panting. i will let you do that much. no touching. no moving. and if you behave then maybe i’ll fuck you after.”

who is phum to say now, moments later, he seated on peem’s cock, all snugged up and phum has to bury his head in peem’s neck, fingers gripping onto peem’s shoulder, just to keep himself from bouncing and fucking himself of peem’s cock. but peem tells him to be good and phum will try to be good. he doesn’t know how much time has passed, maybe minutes. maybe hours. phum’s mind just kind of became hazy at one point from being so overstimulated with peem’s cock inside of him. and phum has never came dry before but the moment peem decides to move his hips and thrusts into the heat of him only once or twice, phum comes so hard, he’s not even sure if he even stops coming at one point. then peem spreads him on the floor after and fucks him properly and phum just keeps coming and coming.

and sue him but phum enjoys having peem’s cock in him so much, just having it there even if they’re not doing anything that he would beg peem to let him sit on his cock whenever the chances arrive. as they’re watching movie as peem is painting. and one night, phum asks peem if he could keep his cock warm in his heat as they fall asleep. who is peem to say no. needless to say, peem definitely wakes up that morning to phum bouncing on his cock like a dog in heat.

idk who just wrote all of that. not me. leave me alone cole

[callsigngrim]

Fuck canon and other ramblings

Please note these are just theories done for enjoyment. Tw mentiones of blood. Character death.

(I had to rewrite this so many times so I kept it short and sweet because my brain did not want to work with me)

Ok so lets get into the gun Makarov possibly used to shoot Soap with

This is the X13 auto glock which is modeled after the the G17. This gun is listed on the official C.O.D wiki as one of the guns Makarov used. And it's also the closest one that resembles the gun used in the shooting scene. So not 100% guarantee that its the correct one. But it's as close as I could get. (moving on)

The gun uses 9mm ammunition. Dangerous yes but there have been reported cases of people surviving being shot with a 9mm.

OK so I did some digging on possible ways that Soap could have survived the gun shot wound to his head and one of the things I found was the Valkyrie program. Now the Valkyrie program was created to allow for on site (on the battlefield) blood transfusions, this comes in a kit that allows for collection of blood. And then that blood can be used for a blood transfusion to the injured soldier/person.

I have added the link if anyone is interested in reading about it in more detail please be warned that it does show explicit images containing blood and needles.

Now there are various other programs that allow for a soldier to receive blood quickly to avoid severe blood loss or even death. I touched on these very lightly but if you have any questions please feel free to ask!

Now the next one is very simple Price is a smart man and I really doubt he would have gone in blind. So the moment the dust settled the medics where there stabilizing Soap and getting him out of there to receive the right medical attention he needs.

The list of physical and mental problems is going to be a long one but he would have survived.

Now those are the more realistic theories. And I highly recommend you read @moronic-validity post linked here:

Now onto the more crazy theories. (Aka a fanfic I will be writing because I haven't done angst in a while)

In Kingsman they brought back one of the agents using alpha gel. "Alpha-Gel is a substance used by Statesman that can protect the brain from a headshot wound. After the Alpha-Gel is applied, the agent is brought back to the laboratory, where nanites are used to repair tissue damage in the brain."

What if they used something like alpha gel to help Johnny? But just like the alpha gel it causes severe amnesia. Soap forgets everything and everyone from 141. He spends months in recovery. Simon is there every day trying to get Johnny to remember the team (him) but nothing is working.

Or

After being declared KIA.The CIA got involved with a revival project and the first subject that showed promise was former Sergeant John Soap Mactavish.

Entry #1: Test subject 114 is responding well to chemical ****** no further deterioration has been detected. Subject has remained mute during first session. A green glow has been detected in the subject's eyes. Close observation will continue.

Entry#2: Subject seems stable and is taking orders. No indication that test subject 114 has any recollection of former team members. Subject only responds to previous call sign ****

Entry#14: Subject has been training for *hours a day. It has been noted that the subject has increased stamina. Upon further observation it has also been noted that the subject has episodes of extreme emotional outbursts. The dosage of chemical*** will be increased to ***milligrams every *hours. Observations to continue.

[elvenbeard]

Ok ok ok please tell me about Vince, I would like to know what he thinks oh uuuuuh guns? Yeah let's start with guns, isn't a big part of his job right? As a merc? So, guns. Like, Kerry's gun? His actual gun not his body.

askdfasdfjasdfs thanks so much for asking and enabling me 👀👀👀 I had these pics lying around I didn't get to use yet that really fit this!

On guns in general: they're tools to him, and he has preferences, but he usually avoids using them actually cause they're not his strong suit. He's more the guy for a stealthy hacker approach and prefers to not kill (unless it is in self-defense or literally his job to assassinate someone). A perfect job to him is one that goes completely silent with him unseen.

He first learned how to properly shoot a gun during basic training after he joined Arasaka. He'd held one in his hands before but never actually fired one.

Like most Arasaka agents he had a Kenshin tech-pistol throughout his career there (seen above: Frank's "Apparition" version of the Kenshin, cause he died in my first playthrough and of course I'm all for collecting all the unique weapons xD). While Vince lost *his* pistol after being sacked, he bought one again shortly after Jackie convinced him to team up as mercs. It's what he's used to, and you can say what you want about Arasaka, but their tech and weapons are efficient and reliable.

In general he has a preference for small and light tech and smart weapons. Being a little tech-nerd, he enjoys tinkering with them and optimizing them to his needs, it calms him down after a stressful day.

That being said... he doesn't actually have much use for Kerry's gun XD It is a very pretty piece, too pretty to keep it in a display case in all fairness, but that's where it sits a lot initially. The gesture of Kerry giving it to him in the context it happened meant a hell lot to him, though. It made him really perk up and be like "oh?", 'cause at the time he had the impression Kerry was mainly interested in spending some time with Johnny again and V was just a means to an end given their situation. But that gesture kinda made him feel very appreciated and seen, beyond just being Johnny's vehicle. So... while he doesn't really get to use Kerry's gun much, he loves it a lot and takes care of it well.

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justice for raj rasoya - a quick rant about townie makeovers

so i was casually scrolling on my dash and i saw someone playing with the city living townies. i was appalled when i realized that one of these sims was intended to be raj rasoya, a sikh chef living in the spice market of san myshuno. the sim in the post looked drastically different to raj, he was barely recognizable until i checked the tags. i then began looking at his tag on tumblr, and it’s lowkey making me sick to my stomach.

i don’t know why i’m uncomfortable with this, or it it’s just me but it’s so unsettling to see people either white wash, slim down, or remove raj’s turban when they make him over. i don’t understand the need that people have to change raj into something completely unrecognizable because he doesn’t fit western beauty standards. why must we make him have a chiseled bod and lightly tanned skin? why do we feel the need to make his nose smaller and remove his nose bridge? why do we feel the need to remove his turban?

the turban and even the kara (bracelet raj and geeta wear) are both symbols of their faith. it begs me to ask the question, would the perpetrators that have white washed raj do the same to an EA townie that’s hijabi? probably not - at least, i would hope not. 

this is weird and lowkey not okay. it’s quite clear that EA intended for the rasoyas to be sikh. why are we trying to erase their ethnic features and backgrounds?

now before you guys come at me, i’m going to say that - it’s your game i’m not policing you - however, i am pointing out how weird and disrespectful it comes across to actively erase the features and religious qualities of townies that were specifically given these identities. 

thank you for coming to my ted talk. please let me know if this is just a me issue, i’m genuinely curious to see how other people feel about this. my inbox is open, and i’d be happy to chat. it says my comments are enabled, but people have had trouble with commenting on my posts before, so just shoot me an ask instead!

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[merrock]

❄️ BETA EDITOR & XKIT REWRITTEN

Morning, Merrockites! As we mentioned in this mod post, today is the day we are asking anyone who has not already made the switch over to beta editor and xkit rewritten to do so.

To switch to beta editor, simply toggle it on in the upper right hand corner when you open the "new post" window. xKit rewritten can be downloaded through the Google Chrome store. To trim posts, you will need to have the "trim reblogs" extension enabled. A drafted or posted reply will have a pair of scissors at the bottom that you click on to trim out unwanted replies on a thread.

There is a post here that explains a lot of things in detail, but if you need help or want to talk to someone you know, please do not hesitate to shoot me a message either here, or over on my character account, as I will not hesitate in return to hop online and help you out as soon as I can. I can promise you that while it seems like a big change, most of us have actually come to like it and find it easier.

Any outstanding threads created in the legacy editor should be started over in beta editor (the best method I've found is linking to the reply, typing yours out, and tagging the character). If you created a starter in legacy, please start new threads for the replies you have, even if others reply in beta (beta and legacy just cannot get along).

To answer in the inevitable "but what if I don't want to use Beta, and continue to use Legacy?" question... we can't force you to switch, and we won't ask you to leave. But we also cannot dedicate more time to learning the workarounds or exhausting our options, nor will we expect those using Beta to. Tumblr has two editors: legacy and beta. New blogs that are being created do not have the option to use legacy, whereas all blogs (old and new!) have the option to opt into beta, which to us says that it's the right choice. We want to continue to be accessible, accommodating and inclusive for all writers.

Please continue to be patient with one another and understand that mistakes are going to be made, and hey, that's okay! And mostly, thank you guys for being so cool. It's nerve wracking to implement any sort of change as an admin, but when you have players as understanding and awesome as you guys, you truly make this easier, and I'm beyond appreciative.

Happy Monday! xx

ETA: if anyone needs aesthetic help with the way GIFs sometimes appear when copy/pasting them, please check out the OOC blog with a very helpful tutorial from our lovely May!

[spideychellesecretsanta]

Welcome to the Spideychelle Secret Santa Gift Exchange 2022!

Hello again! Welcome back for year four! It’s hard to believe we started this back in 2018, but here we are! It’s been so much fun, and I’m excited to get this started! If you’re interested in participating, keep reading!

HOW IT WORKS

To sign up, fill out this form.

If for some reason that doesn’t work, feel free to send a DM!

You’ll need to provide an email, but if you are uncomfortable sharing that, you can create a temporary one just for this event

Sign ups will be open until September 30th 11:59:59 PM EST. After this day, SIGN UPS WILL BE CLOSED.

You’ll receive your assignments the week of October 2nd in an email! That email will contain a link to the Secret Santa Discord server! Here, there will be announcements and other things related to the event.

Once you’re in the server, you’ll find a link to a Google form to create a wishlist! This will be sent to your Secret Santa, and your giftee’s will be sent to you! You can also snoop around on their (your giftee’s) blog in the meantime! Get the inside scoop!

If you’d like to make things a little easier for your Secret Santa, enable anons here on Tumblr.

Beginning on Dec. 25th, we will start posting through the week until January 1st!

If for some reason you are unable to make that deadline, don’t hesitate to DM me.

NEW THIS YEAR: Dedicated Pinch Hitters!

Pinch hitters are there to create a gift for someone if their Secret Santa drops from the exchange. In the past, we’ve done this by asking those already taking part if they’d like to volunteer. This year, however, pinch hitters are going to be volunteers from outside the exchange! So, if you’re wanting to sign up to be a Secret Santa, you will NOT be able to pinch hit. They are two different things. 

That being said, if you’d like to volunteer to be a pinch hitter, fill out this form!

Pinch hitters will also receive a discord invite!

Pinch hitters can sign up until the week before Dec. 25th!

WHEN YOU POST

Tag your giftee!

Tag @spideychellesecretsanta​

use the tag #SpideychelleSecretSanta2022

Post on the AO3 collection!

THE WISHLIST (form)

The deadline for having your wishlist form completed is OCTOBER 9th.

You won’t have to worry about this until after you join the discord, but keep it in mind!

Think about...

What genres you like (fluff, angst, etc.)

What tropes you like (fake dating, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, etc.)

What AUs you like (Mob!AU, College!AU, etc.)

Specify whether or not you’re okay with receiving smut/n*fw art.

A NOTE: if you are an artist/writer and you are not comfortable drawing/writing smut, then you are not obligated to, even if it’s on your giftee’s wishlist. This is simply just so that the Secret Santa’s that are comfortable know what their options are.

RULES

This is pretty self-explanatory, but DON’T TELL ANYONE WHO YOU HAVE! It’s not a secret if you do! Keep it secret! Keep it safe!

Remember that this is an exchange. If you are expecting to receive something, you must also expect to give something in return.

Dropping out, no matter how last minute, means that you will not receive a gift.

Know that you aren’t guaranteed a specific gift, even if you specify it in your wishlist. So be kind!

Depending on who your Secret Santa is, you will either get a fic, art, a moodboard, or some other creative work.

If you put that you are comfortable with smut/ns*w fanart, know that there are minors in this fandom, so give other ideas, too! Don’t just ask for smut!

THAT BEING SAID, Secret Santa’s, please be sure that your gift is tailored to your giftee’s wishlist. Of course, put your own spin on what you create, but the gift should be something your giftee wants! Make them feel special! 

Along that note, GIVE FEEDBACK!! Someone created something to make you feel special! 

No talking about your gift/giftee publicly. This is supposed to be a secret!!

For writing fics, shoot for around a minimum 1-1.5k word count.

and the biggest rule of all DO NOT FORGET THIS:

HAVE FUN!! <3

You made it to the end! If you read all of that, and you’d still like to sign up, fill out this form (potential pinch hitters, fill out this one!) If you have any more questions at all, feel free to send me a message or an ask! 🎁

[citrinesparkles]

welcome home.

jason todd x gender neutral reader. 2,086 words. notes: requested by an incredibly flattering anon as part of my hundred followers celebration! thank you again for the feedback, and for enabling me :) also was subconsciously influenced by this piece. warnings: arguing, discussion of danger, reader gets accidentally threatened, patching up wounds, lots more swearing than my usual (but it's all mild language). angst and comfort, i think. super dialogue heavy. this is so long and a little (lot) messy just. prepare yourself

"man," a robotic voice echoed dangerously through the dark living room, sending chills through you. "did you pick the wrong apartment."

luckily, the voice was familiar. "um, the one i live in?"

he choked out your name, startled, and you flicked on the light switch to find him frozen in place with a gun in his hand.

"right." you said tensely, glancing at it- which made him jerk his hand down, shoving the gun into its holster as though it burned him- and looking back up at the eyes of his helmet. "so, uh, i'll turn a light on next time."

"you shouldn't be home yet," he said stiffly.

"i texted you like, three hours ago to let you know i'd be home a day early."

he swore quietly. "my phone's in the river."

"how did it- you know what, at least that explains the radio silence. you didn't think to have someone else- anyone else- let me know?"

"uh." he paused, tensing almost imperceptibly for a moment. "no. i was, uh, i was busy. i'm sorry."

"busy, huh?" something felt very wrong, and not just the fact that he had nearly shot you. "okay, i'll bite, busy with what?"

"nothing important."

the sinking feeling in your stomach intensified and your eyes narrowed dangerously. "important enough that you forgot to tell me you weren't dead in an alley somewhere, when you knew i'd be texting to check in anyway. leaving me worrying in a hotel room in another city."

"nothing out of the ordinary, nothing to worry about." you were really getting sick of the sound of his modulator, but he continued before you could say anything. "go back to what you were doing, babe."

"yeah... uh, no." you stepped forwards and he flinched back defensively, making you freeze. "seriously, what is up with you tonight?"

"noth-"

"jason, i promise if you say nothing one more time, i'm going to lose my mind."

he shifted his foot back slightly, and you took a deep breath.

"okay," you conceded, raising your hands up in surrender and moving backwards yourself. "respecting your space now. that wasn't my best decis-"

your voice cut out when something under his jacket caught your eye.

something red.

"holy crap, jason, what the hell?"

he winced quietly. "you weren't supposed to be home yet, okay?"

"take that stupid helmet off already, would you?" you snapped, already moving to get the first aid kit.

"i would've gone somewhere else if i'd known, okay?" his voice, now clear and crisp without the filter, followed you down the hall.

"that does not make this better!"

"can you please not yell at me right now?"

you dashed back into the room, shooting a vicious glare at him. "jacket."

he slid it off gingerly, dropping it on the couch next to his helmet.

"can you get the armor, or do i need to help?"

even despite the domino mask he was wearing, you could tell he was rolling his eyes. "if i couldn't do it on my own, why would i have come here if i didn't think you'd be home?"

"hm," you took the piece he handed you and carefully set it on the couch, "maybe because you're a stubborn jackass?"

he grunted, sliding his undershirt off and passing it to you. "i don't wanna stain the couch with that."

"your priorities suck."

"it's the nicest piece of furniture we own!"

"it's still a couch!"

"it was expensive!"

"oh for crying out loud-" you threw your hands up again, this time in frustration. "fine! fine. i'll go put this in the tub and get a soak going. you-" you shoved the kit towards him pointedly- "start washing that off."

"how come you're calling the shots?" he snapped back petulantly.

"because my torso's in one piece."

"i have way more experience with this, i should be making the decisions here."

"oh, of course, my apologies!" your voice was absolutely dripping in sarcasm. "what, pray tell, would you have us do?"

he scowled at you for a moment before reaching for the first aid kit and flicking the lid open. "whatever."

you turned on your heel, stomping into the bathroom.

the shirt got thrown into the tub and the tap got tossed all the way on, and as the water crashed into the gray fabric, you took the opportunity to squeeze your eyes shut and breathe deeply.

you opened your eyes a minute later, finding the water dyed a rusty almost-red from blood.

his blood.

you turned off the tap- gently pushed the handle, this time, the fire in your chest now largely extinguished- and made your way back to the living room to find him running a rag over the space below his ribs.

"may i?" you asked softly, stopping a few feet away and holding a hand out to him.

his jaw clenched and relaxed three times in quick succession, but he finally sighed and dropped his shoulders before holding the rag out. "yeah, c'mere."

you worked in silence, being as gentle as possible. jerking your hand back and mumbling apologies when he hissed.

"s'okay, comes with the territory."

you pressed the alcohol-soaked towel back against him, and he sighed.

"that was stupid, huh."

a small laugh escaped you. "it so was."

"can we..."

"try that again?"

"yeah."

you pulled back, standing up straight to meet his eyes. "only if i can take the dumb mask off of you."

"i thought you liked the mask," he teased, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

"jason."

he chuckled, wincing again when it jostled his wounds. "ouch. uh, yeah, mask. g'head."

you gently pulled it from his face, setting it neatly on his other gear before running your thumbs across the line of adhesive it left on his cheekbones. "hi there."

"hey." he leaned into your touch, vibrant eyes fluttering halfway shut. "so uh, welcome home."

"thanks. could've done without the gun, though."

a choking sound tore from his throat, his eyes flying back open. "holy shit, baby, i almost-" he jerked back from you, no regard for his side. "you almost- shit, shit, are you- i'm so sorry, i didn't-"

"okay, woah, hey-"

"i could have killed you."

it was a whisper, horrified and harsh, and while it was technically true, his tone teetered on the edge of a dark space you had seen before and really didn't want him falling back into.

"yeah."

you desperately searched for the right thing to say, rejecting variations of "but hey, you didn't actually", "maybe you should be more careful about waving a gun at people", and one particularly unhelpful "no shit, sherlock".

finally, you settled on a quiet, calm "but i'm still right here, okay?"

his hand flew up to cover his mouth, doing absolutely nothing to hide the near panic written on his features. "i could have killed you."

"okay, so, in the future, we'll... we'll uh, we'll come up with some kind of system for letting you know when i'm home, or something."

"oh, like a phone?" he asked harshly. "the one i was stupid and sloppy enough to dunk in the harbor?"

"that wasn't- i'm guessing that you had a lot on your plate." you waved the cold, bloody towel in your hand at his wounds. it made him curl in on himself slightly, stepping backwards again until his back hit the arm of the couch.

"no excuses. i could have killed you."

"i-"

"no, i almost shot without saying anything!" he exclaimed, brow furrowed and eyes stormy. "i thought someone had broken in, and i got so- i don't even know, damn territorial or some stupid shit- that i almost put a bullet between your eyes. i could have-"

"jason!"

he screwed his eyes shut and dropped his head, roughly tugging his fingers through his hair. "i almost-"

"but you didn't. okay?" every fiber of your being wanted to hold him, to tug him into you and put his hand against your ribs and show him you were okay and breathing, heart still pumping, but he looked enough like a cornered animal that you half expected him to bite you if you tried. "c'mon, jaybird. a life like yours, can you really afford almosts?"

"life like mine, i can't afford to let anyone close to me. apparently, if the goons and thugs don't kill you, i will."

"that's not-"

"what if i hadn't said something?" he snapped venomously. "what if i'd lost more blood and was loopy from it? what if i'd come home with a concussion- again- and didn't think past 'point and shoot'?"

"jason," you finally interjected. "you think i haven't thought about that?"

his eyes, grim and vicious and so full of emotion that you thought you could drown in them, dropped to the floor.

"because it's not a secret that your life is risky. you're risky. i know that. but you're worth every ounce of danger, okay? i'm choosing this, choosing you, knowing full well what i'm getting into, because you're worth all of it."

"i'm not worth any of it."

"that's not your call to make."

"it-"

"you think i need you to make my choices for me?"

"no, of course not."

"you think im stuck here?"

"do you feel like you are?"

"absolutely not." you inched forward again. "i'm here because i want to be."

"...i just... i don't..."

"don't want me to get hurt?"

he finally looked back up at you, eyes watery and jaw tense. "or worse."

"i know, baby. i know," you sighed. "but that's part of life, right? and if the hurt's inevitable, i want the rest of my time to be as nice as possible, and you make my life better. make me better."

"by putting you in danger?"

"it's gotham, handsome, i'm gonna be in danger either way. at least with you, i know i have someone looking out for me. right?"

"always," he said immediately.

"okay then." you took the last step between the two of you slowly, watching for any resistance. meeting none, you brushed your knuckles against his. "i can't think of anywhere i'd feel safer."

"you know that's crazy, right?"

you hummed quietly. "nah."

"i'm being serious."

"me too."

he studied your face silently. you smiled softly at him.

finally, a sigh escaped him and he scooted his hand forward, wrapping his index finger around your own and squeezing gently. "you're sure you want this? i can set you up with a place downtown for a bit. you'd never have to see me again, never have to worry about... all of this."

"i've never been more sure of anything." you said it firmly, confidently, letting the words hang in the air for a few moments before popping one eyebrow up playfully. "why, need to make room for a side piece?"

a startled choking sound escaped him. "excuse me?"

"i mean, when you were talking about being busy, it felt kinda suspicious."

"what is wrong with you?" he asked, exasperation and laughter coating his voice.

"listen, you were being evasive!" his head fell forwards, resting on your shoulder as he laughed.

"i didn't want you to know i was bleeding all over the place!"

"why, didn't want me to worry?"

"exactly!"

you reached your free hand up, gently resting it on the back of his head and playing with his hair. "then maybe, just maybe, you should have gotten someone to tell me your phone went for a swim."

"fair enough."

you stood quietly for a long time, running your fingers through his hair and enjoying the feeling of his breath against your collar.

"i..." he muttered, pulling back to look in your eyes. "i don't think- um. i don't think i'm..." he groaned, gaze darting to the ceiling. "i love you. but the minute you have enough of- of all of this-"

"i won't."

"but if you do, i'll... i'll understand, okay?"

you squeezed his finger gently. "okay." you inhaled deeply, dropping the bloody towel you were still clutching and slid your hand forward to hold his completely. "can we get a bandage on that and go to bed, now?"

"....yes please."

---

"wait!" you yelled, throwing the first aid kit haphazardly onto the bathroom counter and racing after him into the bedroom, where he whirled around with wide eyes. "i love you too! i never said it back- i love you too."

"don't yell like that- i thought something was wrong!"

"me not saying it back is urgently wrong, jason!"

[wild-karrde]

Congratulations again on 200!!! The ficlets have been incredible !! Could I request a fives x reader this the line “can we stay like this for a while?” I’m SO soft for our boy lately -D❤️❤️

D!!!! MY BELOVED!!! You are going to enable me to write SOFT FIVES STUFF???? I am eternally in your debt. I hope you like this because I LOVE it.

Rating - T (some slightly suggestive stuff...because Fives. He can't help himself.)

“Fives, I really hate being blindfolded.”

“You know, I could make a very inappropriate joke about that, but I think I’ll restrain myself this time.”

You pause. “Restraint? Alright, now I’m really convinced I’m being kidnapped by someone pretending to be Fives.”

He sighs. “You know, you’re almost more trouble than you’re worth.”

“Pot meet kettle.”

He huffs a laugh as he grips your forearm, leading you up another ladder very carefully. It feels like you’ve been doing nothing but climbing stairs and ladders since Fives tied the fabric over your face, but he’d been insistent and excited, so you had agreed anyway, but not without the occasional complaint. Pressing his hand into the small of your back, Fives guides you onto the rungs of the ladder, following behind to break your fall should you slip. When you run out of rungs, you pat around and realize you’re up against the ceiling.

“Now what, oh fearless leader?” you tease.

“Move to one side of the ladder, you womp rat,” he grunts, and you do as asked. He slips an arm around you, gripping the ladder to keep you on it as he huffs with strain. You hear a hatch being cranked open above your head, and Fives urges you upwards.

The cool wind is the first thing that hits you in the face, and you immediately shiver. “Are you really going to make me clamber up on a rooftop with a blindfold on?”

“You’ve got plenty of room before you step off. Just don’t go wandering.”

You roll your eyes beneath the blindfold, but climb through the hatch, shuddering as the wind intensifies, biting through your clothes. Wish he’d told me to dress warmer. You suddenly feel his warm hands on your upper arms, carefully guiding you forward until your knees bump against something. “Are we there yet?” you joke.

“Yup.” You feel his fingers undo the knot at the back of your head, careful to not tug your hair too much as he pulls the blindfold off. You blink a few times, trying to clear your vision.

You’re standing on a rooftop, one of the highest in the vicinity by your estimation, Coruscant's many buildings stretching out below you as far as your eyes can see. Your knees are brushing against a backpack that you recognize as Fives’s. You turn to look at him, and he’s watching you carefully.

“It’s a rooftop,” you say.

“Very observant,” he replies sarcastically, stooping to open the pack. He takes out a few blankets, tossing one on the ground and handing you the other before pulling out two glasses and a bottle of spotchka.

“Please tell me Gregor didn’t make that,” you tease, and he shook his head.

“Nah, I learned my lesson with his homebrewed shit. Never again. Unless I need to induce vomiting.”

You chuckle as you throw the blanket around your shoulders, plopping down on the one Fives had set down. “You know, we could have drank this anywhere. Somewhere warmer, in fact.”

He glances up at you through his eyebrows as he hands you a glass of the blue liquor. “Just be patient.” Pouring himself a glass, he flops down next to you, taking a sip before setting his glass down and lying back.

“You’re gonna just haul me up here and then take a nap?” you tease. “You certainly know how to show a lady a good time, Fives.”

He shoots you a half-hearted glare before adjusting his shoulders and looking up at the sky. You open your mouth to give him another verbal jab just as the sky above you explodes in a brilliant array of purple and gold. You almost drop the glass in surprise, but manage to steady yourself as two blue fireworks go off in rapid succession, fading to a brilliant white, reminding you of Fives’s armor.

Fives is sitting up now, leaning over to speak directly into your ear over the noise. “We could have drank anywhere, but you probably wouldn’t have had this view.” His breath is warm against your cheek, and you miss it instantly as he lays back down. You giggle, your eyes wide as a bright magenta firework and two more purple ones whistle through the air. You lay back next to Fives, your body resting near enough to his that you can feel the heat of him through your blanket. He shifts to tuck one arm behind his head, and you turn to look at him.

The two of you hadn’t really addressed whatever’s been going on between the two of you the last few weeks. There have been shared meals and drinks, walks alone together, lingering touches and unnecessary glances, but nothing that pushes you into the territory of “something more.” You can’t deny that you find Fives kind, startlingly intelligent, funny, and very handsome. As you watch his eyes sparkle in the light of the fireworks, you see some of the wear of the war leak away, and for a moment, he looks like the young man he is, not carrying the weight of the galaxy on his shoulders. He must feel you staring because he turns his head and winks at you.

You duck your head sheepishly, heat rising to your face at being caught staring, but before you can wallow in self-loathing, you feel his hand slip into yours, his gloved thumb stroking over the back of your hand. It sets every nerve in your body alight, and you try to not squirm with the sudden rush that flows through you. You can feel him watching you, gauging your reaction to see if he’s overstepped. In that moment, you carefully consider your next move. You want to hold his hand, you want more, but you also don’t want to push too far. Without saying anything, you scoot closer to him, your shoulders brushing. Glad he at least left the top half of his armor at the barracks, you think as you feel the warmth of his arm through his black shirt. He chuckles, but doesn’t say anything else.

You spend the next hour like that, lying next to one another and occasionally sipping your spotchka as the fireworks continue to erupt in the night sky, painting it in brilliant shades of every color that shift and fade in smoky tendrils. At some point, Fives lets go of your left hand, slipping his arm under your neck, and you slide your head to rest in the nook at his shoulder. When the show ends, you wait for a few moments, wishing desperately that just one more would go off, but instead, it seems as though your evening is at an end.

Neither of you move, both seemingly wishing for the same thing. Finally, you sigh, shifting to push yourself back to a sitting position, but he slips a hand over your shoulder. You look up to meet his gaze, and there’s something about the way he’s looking at you that sends heat shooting from your face to your toes.

“Can…can we stay like this for a while?” he asks quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. The wind blows some of your hair into your face, and he gently reaches up, tucking it behind your ear.

“Yeah. Yeah, I think I’d like that,” you reply, and a massive grin breaks across his face. You snuggle back into his shoulder, listening to his heart beat in his chest. Your hand slips around his waist as you look at the stars, and he reaches up to interlace his fingers with yours once more. He presses his lips to the crown of your head.

“I could get used to this,” he murmurs into your hair, and you sigh deeply.

“You know, I think I could too. Blindfolds and all.”

His laugh is loud, and it warms you more.

Thanks for participating in my 200 Follower Celebration! :)

[mentalpolaroids]

2, 9 & 19 with Drew?

Strong badass

[gif creds to the owner. If anyone knows who owns this gif please let me know]

Blurb request | 2. I would never do that to you + 9. Ok, enough of this + 19. Don’t act like I didn’t hear you

Drew Starkey x female!Reader

Summary: After a whole week getting unpleasant text messages from someone she pleaded to forget, one in specific makes (Y/N) breakdown after months of pushing those hauting memories aside. Drew, concerned and in the dark of what left his girlfriend in tears, tries his best to show her how much he loves her.

Warnings: mentions of an abusive relationship, swearing, suggestive smut

I suck at summaries sorry!

Hope you like it, thanks for requesting ❤

One would think that coming out of an abusive relationship would make you feel relieved, like you just freed yourself from a prison, but unfortunately it's not that easy to get yourself back. An abusive relationship it's a relationship of taking. They take control over you but they also take away your power, your independente, your courage. Yourself. And it leaves you with nothing, feeling nothing but emptiness and constant fear and uselessness. Powerlessness.

It's been nearly a year and a half since I freed myself from that prison, and even though I showed signs of a quick recovery, I couldn't say I was ok. Fine. Recovered. At all. I was just good at hiding the pain and the fear everytime my phone rang, afraid it would be him still trying to contact me. Every time someone innocently touched me, reminding me of his touch. Every time someone called my name, afraid I had done something wrong and I'm gonna get punished for that, like he used to do.

It takes a strong tool on you, enabling you from enjoying things fully and making you act extra cautious around people or certain situations instead. It's exhausting, and I know that if I keep on pushing away these feelings I can expect a breakdown soon. Because, like I said, I'm good at pretending I'm fine, so good that nobody in the cast knows about it, so good that I allowed myself to fall for Drew, who somehow made me feel safe enough to accept being his girlfriend. It surprised me, not only because of how I always felt so comfortable around him (which was rare for me to do so with anyone) but how close I allowed myself to be with him. He had a special energy that just pulled me in and almost made me feel like my old self. The one who wasn’t afraid. I would find myself telling him things I never told anyone (never about my past relationship, of course) and he would ask me about things no one ever bothered to know. Drew was like my comfort zone and I was so glad he was the one to bring me out of my shell without ever forcing me to do it or making me uncomfortable. I never thought I would be able to go back to trust someone like I trust Drew, and I made sure to show him how grateful I was for being with him (and he would do the same, but for different reasons). I trusted him so much that, one day, when we were chilling on the dock under the sun, waiting for someone to call us to shoot our scene, I almost mentioned him. And the abuse. We were talking about scars and how some of them had a funny story behind it. He pointed to the one on my shoulder and asked me about it, and I was so busy calming down my laughter from earlier that I almost let it slip where it came from. Who gave it to me. And when I realized the huge mistake I was about to commit, I shutted my mouth immediately, which made Drew confused with my sudden change of behavior. He kept on asking about it and asking me what was wrong, and I did nothing more than deny and tell him everything was fine and that he shouldn’t worry. Obviously that led to a small, tiny fight where I think he realized there was something major I wasn’t telling him and I know he was scared I didn’t trust him enough to tell him. From then on, he was always extra cautious when “dealing with me” and certain actions or attitudes gave away that he was trying to show me that I could and should trust him. But as if the universe turned against me, that week was being awful. My ex decided to start bothering me again by constantly texting me not so nice things. Nobody loves you. You're worthless and you're going to die alone. You made a mistake leaving me. All of which was making it hard to accomplish my purpose of not only forgetting the past but also keeping myself together and pretending any of that was happening as I tried to focus on the show. What triggered my expected breakdown one morning was a specific text though. He doesn't love you, you bitch. That was the last drop, it was all it took for me sit in my bed holding my chest, as if keeping my heart from jumping out of my chest, tears falling after being avoided for so long. The panic attack made me ignore the question of how the hell did he know Drew and I were dating. It's not that we were dating in secret or anything, but we hadn't publicly announced our relationship. Besides the ship comments and posts, there wasn't anything else that suggested we were dating, so I had no idea how he could know, because I doubted he paid attention to what fans of the show were posting. Or maybe he was crazier than I thought. 

Too focused on trying to control my breathing, I didn’t notice Drew come back from the bathroom so he unintentionally startled me when he sat down facing me on the bed. 

“Hey, hey, babe, what’s wrong?”

Drew held my hand and rested his other on my shaking shoulder. I’ve never seen him so scared, but he also had never seen me like that. The last time I had a panic attack was not long after I (finally and hardly) broke up with my ex, and even when Drew and I were just friends I never let him (or anyone else really) witness myself panicking. 

After five minutes that took too long to pass, Drew was holding me and caressing my hair, my sniffles being the only sound in the room. My hands were still shaking a little as I grabbed onto Drew's shoulders.

"What's going on? You scared the shit out of me." Drew said, not letting go of the embrace. 

I wanted to tell him. This panic attack made me realize that maybe I needed to let this go one way or another, and if I trusted Drew as much as I made myself believe, than I should have no problem talking to him. About anything. But the scaredy girl inside of me was stubborn.

"I don't want you to judge me or think I'm stupid. I should be over this already."

Drew moved his head to look at me, his eyes held confusion to my random vent. 

"Be over what?" he held my cheek in his hand delicately, "And why would I judge you or think you're stupid? You know I would never do that to you. I just wanna help you." 

I took a deep breath, as if preparing myself to look him back in the eyes and tell him everything. He has been amazing lately (and throughout the short time we’ve been dating really) and I feel like I owe him something back. That had been on my mind for a while, thinking if I really want to relieve everything and show someone else a side of me I’ve been trying to bury, but at the same time I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep pushing the trauma to the back of my mind for much longer until I broke down for real. Maybe it just happened. And also, if I really needed to vent to someone, there was no one else I would do it to if not Drew. He deserved to know that I trusted him, because I really did, and I needed to prove to myself that I could also trust myself again. Past is past. It might knock on your door but it’s your choice to let it in or not, and I was tired of looking through the peephole the entire time. 

“I… I trust you, Drew, I know sometimes it doesn’t seem like it but I do.” I finally locked my gaze with his and I could tell he was trying to understand where I was going with my speech. He nodded his head as if telling me to go on, that he was listening, “Something happened in the past that made me… develop some trust issues, I guess you could say. I’m just scared of relieving it by talking about it.” my voice trembled in the last sentence. Drew caressed my cheek with his thumb, now growing curious but also worried. 

“How about this,” he said, after noticing I was having trouble finding the words to speak, “let’s get ready for the day, then we’ll go on a nice walk, find a nice spot to stay? In the meantime you can organize your thoughts and try to relax. And I’ll be right there if you need me, ok?”

I almost started crying again. I felt a pang of guilt in my chest for taking this man for granted and not appreciating him enough. At least I felt like I wasn’t appreciating him enough. 

“Ok. Let’s do that.”

I got ready, opting for comfy clothes and letting my hair down, the fact that it looked good that day made me feel a bit better about everything. 

Stepping outside, Drew held my hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing my knuckles. I smiled genuinely, thankful for having him next to me. I never thought I would meet someone so kind and gentle but at the same time fun and exciting, let alone having said person liking me back, asking me out on a date and making me feel like the most lovable girl in the world. 

We walked for a while in silence, me doing as Drew said earlier, organizing my thoughts and telling myself I would be alright, that I had my boyfriend by my side. Telling myself Drew wasn’t like my ex. He would keep me safe, and even though it was easier said than done, I really had nothing to worry about. 

“Remember when we were talking about our scars and you asked me about this one?”, I pointed to my shoulder. We were now sitting on an old dock where pretty much no one passed by, so we had the spot for ourselves. I was sitting with my legs crossed, facing the ocean, while Drew sat right beside me, facing me.

“Yeah.” it sounded more like a question, one to which the answer made him apprehensive. 

“It was my ex. The same one who has been texting me all week and the reason I broke down earlier.”

I stole a quick glance at him and I couldn’t really read the expression on his face. Sadness, confusion, a bit of anger. I reached for his hand and, with what felt like the thousandth deep breath I took just that morning, I spilled everything. I told him how it started, how it ended, how it made me feel in the process and how that translated to my daily life after the relationship. I told him about all my fears, insecurities and issues and he listened to each of them, making sure I was aware of his comforting presence. By the end of what I thought was enough of relieving those haunting memories, I had tears threatening to fall and my grip on Drew’s hand was tighter than I intended, but he didn't seem to mind.

“I’m so sorry you went through that.” he said after a short period of silence, “Who else knows about this? Did you press charges against him? Did you seek psychological help?”

I shook my head.

“No one knows.”

“(Y/N)...”

“I know, Drew, I know I should’ve told someone and I should’ve pressed charges, but at the time I didn’t have the energy for that.” he nodded in understanding, “I just wanted to run away from him and forget all about it.”

“You’re a strong badass, you know that?”

I laughed at his response and leaned against his body, being met with his arms around me in a tight hug.

“I love you.”

I surprised myself with my own words but I tried not to let it show, because I could tell Drew was surprised by it too. For a moment, with the lack of response, I started regretting saying anything in the first place. I finally opened myself up and got fucked already, I thought. But a pair of lips on my forehead instantly made me relax. 

“I love you too.” he said, his lips still against my forehead, “So much.” 

We stayed on the dock for an hour before we realized we should go back to our trailers to start preparing for shooting. 

As night time approached, Drew and I went to his trailer to wait for our cast mates to finish their scenes so we could all go out for dinner, as agreed earlier. I was removing the rest of my light makeup and I could feel Drew’s eyes on me through the mirror, and I tried to hold back a smile. He looked so cute, and I also wasn’t a fan of having people staring at me for whatever reason. Kind of a weird trait seeing that I’m an actress, but I think you get it. 

“What?” I finally asked, throwing away the makeup wipes and turning to face him.

“You’re cute.” he answered, wearing that shy smile that always appears when he’s put on the spot. 

“Right back at you.” we both laughed.

He extended his arm from where he sat on the small couch for me to grab his hand, and when I did, he pulled me gently towards him, making me sit on his lap, straddling him. 

“How much time do you think we have?” his voice was now muffled from being glued to the skin of my collarbone. 

“Why?”, there was a hint of amusement in my voice, acting clueless to the meaning behind his question. 

“You really gonna make me say it?”

“Yes, I don’t know why you’re asking.”

“Yeah you do, stop being mean.” 

I laughed at his childish manners and grabbed his face with both of my hands to make him look at me. I was going to make another teasing remark but quickly got lost in his eyes. I loved that boy so much, it hurted how much I wanted to show him that. 

“Thank you for everything. Now just today, but everyday we’ve been together. I don’t know how I would’ve held myself together if you weren’t there for me, even not knowing the reason behind it.”

“You don’t need to thank me, silly, I’m just doing my job. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I wasn’t there for you in every situation?” 

He noticed the tears forming in my eyes and covered my hands with his, caressing them. God I would be dehydrated by the end of the day for how much I cried already.

“Hey, no crying, come on, this was supposed to be a sexy moment.” it made me laugh, dismissing the single drop that rolled down my cheek. 

“You’re impossible.”

“No, I’m in love with you.”

I playfully punched his shoulder and hugged him tight, resting my head on his shoulder. 

“I love you too.”

After a few minutes of just enjoying each other's tight embrace, Drew broke the comfortable silence. 

“Ok, enough of this, can I kiss you already?”

I laughed again before finally kissing the guy. He leaned back on the couch as the kiss progressed, his hands roaming through my body. His tidy hairstyle was now a mess, the result of my fingers running through it. The hands that were on my tights went up to my waist, under my shirt, that was slowly removed and found a spot on the floor somewhere, me being too focused on removing Drew’s shirt too to bother keeping track of our clothes. He laid me down on the couch after getting rid of my bra, his kisses dropping to my jaw and neck. 

“Do we really have time for this?” I asked, my voice ridiculously weak due to the effect his lips on my skin were having on me. 

“I think so.” his answer took a while to come out of his mouth that was now in my chest. 

But the truth was that neither of us cared about it, because after the remaining of our clothing items met the others on the floor, there wasn’t anything else I cared about if not Drew. 

“Hey, you two, you done?”

Chase’s voice outside the trailer, and the banging on the door, made us rush to put out clothes back on. 

“What?” Drew asked, trying to play it cool and act like we didn’t just have sex on the couch of his trailer. 

“Just hurry!” JD complained. 

“Guess we didn’t have much time after all.” Drew mumbled, making me laugh and punch his shoulder again. 

We stepped outside, being greeted by four boys and two girls staring at us with amusement in their faces.

“You guys had fun in there?” Madison asked. I felt my face heat up and looked at Drew, who was as embarrassed as I was. 

“I don’t know what you're talking about.” ah yes, Drew, the classic and totally believable comeback. 

“Sure thing, dude.” Austin said, making a sign with his hand for all of us to start walking and head to the restaurant Madelyn had suggested we go to. 

“You know the walls of the trailers are, like, made of paper.” Rudy stood in between Drew and I. 

“I still don’t know what you’re talking about.” Drew insisted, growing even more embarrassed. 

“Don’t act like I didn’t hear you. We all did actually.” 

And with that, we just had to accept the fact we would be teased all night. 

[sxlver-sweet]

Please i'm begging youu i want to see more fantasy au for tokrev and that pirate would be so good i even have some idess on me already 😩

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I HAD A FUCKING FIELD DAY WITH THIS I WANNA HEAR YOUR IDEAS PLS SHARE

i’m currently sleep-deprived, so some of these are probably really basic and there’s most likely errors somewhere in here skdkcmdksk

also, requests may be closed, but discussions and more ideas are absolutely welcome.

faerie!kokonoi, who preys on the heartbroken drunkards at upscale bars, listening with a secretive smile as they spill their life stories to the bartender. silver-tongued and clever, kokonoi purrs his condolences, slipping their name into the conversation with ease and feigning oblivion when they, cloudy-eyed and ignorant, hand over their precious bank information and the locations of their valuables.

tailor!mitsuya unable to concentrate on stitching up a torn dress with the incessant clanging in the background and snapping at blacksmith!pah-chin, who’s busy forging knight!baji a new sword. mitsuya chastises baji for being so careless, but all baji does is grumble and turn away, black oil and dirt smeared on his flushed cheeks and long hair clinging to his sweat-stained forehead from his previous sparring session.

wizard!mitsuya spinning golems out of clay and shooing them away with an order to find him more materials to craft matching cloaks for his newest apprentices, luna and mana.

leprechaun!nahoya luring unsuspecting villagers into the forest with the promise of gold coins, only to send branches crashing down onto their heads when they venture far enough. they shout irately and scramble after him as he tumbles, laughing, into the shadows… but it’s no use. he’s too fast.

mermaid!yuzuha punching the shit out of pirates and dragging them down from their ships when they disturb and/or hunt the peaceful merfolk

knight!draken pledging his life to princess!emma

werewolf!baji, who appears to casually laugh off questions about his sharp, prominent canines; when in reality, when he’s secretly sweating bullets. werewolf!baji, whom the others wrinkle their noses at and tease when he orders his steak rare. werewolf!baji, who can’t hide the particularly ferocious, almost predatory glint in his eye that only appears during brawls after the sun has fallen. everyone laughs it off, mistaking his bloodlust for adrenaline. it’s only baji, he’s just intense, they reason.

half-blood!takemichi, who leaps through time with the protective blood of a phoenix coursing through his veins. half-blood!takemichi, whose blood aids him in resisting the beckon of death that pries at the empty body he habitually leaves behind and enables him to keep rising back to his feet no matter who knocks him down.

dybbuk!shinichiro, whose rage inhabits mikey’s body, only flaring to aid in crushing kazutora beneath his little brother’s fist. dybbuk!shinichiro, who plucks away at mikey’s sanity day in and day out, demanding for his death to be avenged. dybbuk!shinichiro, who is the reason that mikey can no longer set foot in his bike shop, because no matter how hard he tries, mikey can’t seem to shut out the eerie groaning of forgotten bikes as they rust away or the crackling squelch of metal colliding with bone that he’s positive he’s never heard before—so why is he hearing it now?

executioner!kazutora, who has no problem with the unjust slaughters that tyrant!kisaki approves, because his unchecked guilt can only be satiated by “cleansing the kingdom of immoral souls.” executioner!kazutora, who hums a crude tavern song as he takes his sweet time lining up his blade with the neck of the shivering woman hunched before him—the shivering woman whose only crime is swiping some bread to feed her starving family. executioner!kazutora, who only finds retribution in the twisted cycle of playing the role of god’s “divine” axe.

knight!toman forming a wall in front of their king to square off against an approaching army, a measly one hundred men with fire in their eyes and swords dripping with blood—a measly one hundred men fully prepared to offer up their lives to protect king!mikey.

jester!hanma, who flirts with the women of the court and openly takes cheap shots at tyrant!kisaki, regardless of whether or not he’s in the vicinity. still, it doesn’t matter how humorous the joke is. no one dares to allow even a twitch of their lips. how hanma hasn’t been executed yet, they don’t know.

pirate!nahoya, who cackles like a madman and jeers at an opposing ship from his place perched atop the crow’s nest

apothecary!souya meeting his future s/o in a field of lavender while he’s searching for fresh herbs. apothecary!souya, who’s mortified by the chalky powder spattered on his overalls and runs a hand through his hair, accidentally smearing a yellow dust through his blue curls. apothecary!souya, who blushes when you kindly offer to brush the powder from his hair. apothecary!souya, who offers you one of the dandelions peeking from his pocket as a gesture of gratitude.

ladies-in-waiting!emma and hina scurrying off to deliver empty dishes to cook!mitsuya, who leans forward expectantly to hear the latest gossip when they approach him with sparkling eyes and poorly concealed smiles.

adviser!draken storming into king!mikey’s private chambers without an invitation to shout at him for neglecting his duties and drag him by the ankle out of bed

sorceress!hina enchanting a four-leaf clover necklace with a spell to keep knight!takemichi safe in battle

spymaster!sanzu scaring the shit out of his scribe!s/o whenever he pops up in the windows of the library in all black with no prior warning

doll-maker!izana, who lives in a secluded area of the woods with his apprentice kakucho and obsessively lines his shelves with replicas of the older brother he wishes he had

knight-in-training!chifuyu working extra hard to impress knight!baji, who had recruited him and taken him under his wing

steampunk inventor!chifuyu, who’s never seen without his trademark goggles that kazutora always pokes fun at and threadbare overalls splattered with oil stains. inventor!chifuyu, who nearly has a heart attack when baji hobbles in on one leg, grinning at him with a face swollen with bruises while waving his detached prosthetic leg in greeting. inventor!chifuyu, who keeps wrenches on his belt specifically to hurl at his idiot friends whenever they come into his shop all beat-up with their bronze prosthetics severely damaged

steampunk!hanma, who has a glass eye with the word “pain” engraved on the iris. steampunk!hanma, who asks kisaki to hold something for him. when the latter holds his hand out with an exasperated sigh, hanma sets his replacement eye in his palm and cackles hysterically when kisaki promptly jolts with disgust and chucks it across the room

cyberpunk!sanzu, who’s already inebriated but continues to drown deeper in the neon lights of the club as he pops an array of glowing pills into his mouth, body numb to the robotic assistants that hum around him and intermingle with the equally delirious crowd in case someone were to collapse from overdosing

masquerade!mitsuya, who smiles at you with such kindness and respect as he guides you onto the marble floor that you immediately resolve to discover his identity at a later date

masquerade!kakucho, who does everything in his power to prevent you from uncovering his identity. masquerade!kakucho, who fears that you’ll be disgusted with his deformed appearance once you see his scar.

samurai!yuzuha, who rescues you from a band of thieves but is perplexed when you insist on repaying her goodwill. samurai!yuzuha, who eventually starts coming to you whenever she needs her wounds bandaged or a home-cooked meal. samurai!yuzuha, who refuses to let you touch her sword with your pure, unsullied hands.

potion-maker!ran, who always despises when rindou barges into his workspace for nothing else than to tip over a couple jars and poke fun at his craft. potion-maker!ran, whose skin and hair have been permanently imprinted with the scent of clove and allspice berries. potion-maker!ran, who concocts love spells and perfumes that grant increased intimacy for the lovesick women who visit him when their own assets aren’t working. potion-maker!ran, who smiles charmingly and calls his female customers “darling.” potion-maker!ran, who has no problem with allowing them to test his products on him in order to guarantee their potency—but only if they’re attractive and have a pretty penny to spare :)

gunslinger!mikey, who almost shoots his big toe off trying to impress the beautiful barmaid across the room

servant!baji, who isn’t the slyest but always makes sure he leaves out a saucer of cream for the stray cats that wander through the town during the night, regardless of how much trouble he gets in. servant!baji, who develops a forbidden bond with his royal!s/o due to their shared love of animals. servant!baji, who is ignorant of the ways of courtship but does his best to flirt with you, however flustered and awkward he may be. servant!baji, who sheepishly seeks advice from his mother about how to impress royalty despite him being unable to offer you any material items.

necromancer!takemichi who doesn’t know wtf is going on and is literally only a necromancer because he fucked up reading a recipe for garlic bread that was written in cursive

vampire!kokonoi, who looks wistfully upon his collection of dusty, old perfume bottles as he recalls how they’d been the most expensive items on the market centuries ago. vampire!kokonoi, who possesses splintered, wooden chests overflowing with outdated currency that will never again be utilized. vampire!kokonoi, who sits for hours and stares at the photo of the young woman that he’s preserved in mint condition for countless years, wondering why he can’t remember who she is

half-blood!mikey, who wonders why his legs are so much stronger than the rest of his body, why he’s always been so much faster than his peers, and why they’re always chock-full of energy. half-blood!mikey, who’s blissfully unaware that the blood of his ancestors is not as it seems. half-blood!mikey, who has zero clue that his lineage marks him a descendant of the minotaur.

farmer!chifuyu, who’s too shy to approach the seamstress’s daughter, so he resigns himself to only admiring her from afar until she makes a move herself. farmer!chifuyu, who’s beyond embarrassed when he accidentally bumps into her, the dirt and grime on his clothing soiling her pristine outfit. farmer!chifuyu, who tries to brush it off, only to panic when the dust on his hands stains the fabric. farmer!chifuyu, who shows up at your mother’s shop the next day to apologize and is nearly chased out due to his kind “not belonging there,” only for you to object and invite him in, claiming that he’s your friend.

jack the ripper!sanzu, who leans up against a dirty brick building with his head low, tongue clicking in rhythm with the slim hands on his golden pocket watch as he decides on his next victim. jack the ripper!sanzu, who dons a simple, shapeless white mask that contrasts sharply with the elaborate feather woven into his top hat. jack the ripper!sanzu, whom others eye skeptically when he skillfully, easily slices his steak into cross-sections with nothing more than a butter knife. jack the ripper!sanzu, who smiles so charmingly at women, basking in their ignorance as he lures them into a sense of false security with a few sweet words. jack the ripper!sanzu, who seals all of his letters documenting his crimes with a lipstick-stained kiss and giggles manically when it smears onto his cheek. jack the ripper!sanzu, who is taken aback when one of his targets whirls on him with anger in their eyes and a knife gripped in their hands, fully prepared to give him a dose of his own medicine.

achilles!izana and patroclus!kakucho. that’s all i have to say. y’all know what’s up👀

soothsayer!takemichi, who’s looked down upon by his fellow prophets because of his frenetic efforts to change the future. while the rest lounge beneath the shade of trees, sweet-smelling smoke curling from their ornate pipes and hazy eyes trailing after people who they know are supposed to die tomorrow, takemichi is doing his best to track them down to warn them of their fate. “he’s just a boy,” the others chuckle, “he won’t make a difference.”

victorian era painter!s/o, who finds seishu inui snoozing beneath a tree and resolves to capture his beauty on a canvas. seishu, who’s well-aware of what you’re doing but decides to let you have your fun. painter s/o, who’s mortified when seishu happens to “wake up” as soon as they sigh with satisfaction and requests to see the picture.

barista!izana, who mixes drugs into his drinks for certain customers while they discreetly slide a handsome wad of cash across the counter

archer!chifuyu, who accidentally spears his superior through the leg while struggling with his bow. archer!chifuyu, who meets kazutora in the dungeons and befriends him during the one night he spends there. archer!chifuyu, who is confused and hesitant when he is abruptly assigned to join the ranks of the prince’s bodyguards. archer!chifuyu, who is white with shock when he sees kazutora stroll into the room, a golden crown balanced atop his head and a wide smile blooming upon his lips when he spots his new friend.

ROBIN HOOD!CHIFUYU

potion-maker!souya, whose face always softens whenever you stop by his shop during your daily mail delivery route. potion-maker!souya, who’s ashamed of himself for having considered exploiting your trust in him and slipping a love potion into your drink. potion-maker!souya, who always offers to make you something befitting the occasion whenever you’re running low on energy, not feeling well, or are nervous about something. potion-maker!souya, who’s too shy to confess his feelings for you.

town crier!nahoya, who sometimes slips a swear word or two into his announcements and prefers to storm the town on horseback, disregarding his elaborate attire. town crier!nahoya, who has definitely snatched you off the street during his routes, leaving you to cling to his sweat-dampened clothes and shout at him for being such an imbecile.

shapeshifter!nahoya, who diligently keeps his eyes closed because he can change everything about his appearance, except for his distinctive eye color.

[the-iceni-bitch]

I Fear We’re Facing A Problem

Pairing: Carol Danvers x enhanced!Fem Reader

Words: sorry, laptop is still being a bitch so it’s another mobile

Summary: You convince Carol to join you on a night out and a good time is had by all!

Warnings: WLW, explicit language, explicit sexual content (spanking, oral sex (f receiving), mentions of using a dildo), violence (but nothing too gory, just standard canon stuff), SMUT, 18+ ONLY!!!!

A/N: Another from my WIP folder and my second WLW fic! (Which I really need to write more of btw cus this was a real treat). I also may have accidentally stumbled on a little something that I had never thought of before but that is most likely going to be coming in the future, see if you can pick up those hints! 😉

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Carol dodged a beer bottle as she stepped into the bar, cursing to herself before scanning the room for additional threats.

And boy were there a lot of them.

When you had drunk dialed her 20 minutes ago, noting your intention to start a fight with some chauvinist assholes, she hadn’t really believed you. But there you were in the middle of a full on brawl, punching some idiot in an army uniform in the mouth before grabbing a pitcher and breaking it over his head.

Carol moved forward as one of your victim’s companions grabbed you around the middle and lifted you off the floor. She tossed aside some moron in a leather jacket easily as he came at her with a broken bottle before wrapping her arm around the neck of the jackass that had you in a hold.

He choked and released you, his hands scrabbling at Carol’s forearm. She ignored him as you launched yourself over the table and kicked another of the army boys in the face before turning and shooting her a grin.

“Hey Danvers!” You said, grabbing another assailant by the back of the neck and tossing him across the room with a shrug of your shoulders.

“Y/N, what have I told you about drinking by yourself?” She said, dropping the man she was holding with a thud as he had finally passed out. She ducked as someone across the bar threw a stool, catching it in midair and hefting it back at him.

“I wasn’t by myself.” You said as you ripped a leg off one of the tables and cracked it across some guys back. “Thor was here, and he brought some bomb-ass mead.”

“That asshole left you here by yourself after getting you drunk on Asgardian mead?” She was going to have to have a talk with that idiot next time she saw him.

“Unlike someone, Thor knows I can take care of myself.” You said with an eye roll before breaking a beer bottle and plunging it into the thigh of some new moron.

“You’re not the one I’m worried about, sweetheart.” She scolded as she caught the leg of one of the idiots and threw him across the room.

“Oh, it’s sweetheart now?” You said with a snort before head butting someone.

“I am so not having this discussion with you right now.” She said before punching some asshole in the ribs.

“We gotta have it sometime, though.” You laughed as you caught a fist in your palm and drove your other hand into the idiot’s elbow until you heard a snap.

“Well maybe if you tried asking me out when you were sober, we’d get somewhere.” She said sarcastically, dodging a punch and throwing the puncher one handed into the ceiling.

“What?!? Y/N, I leave to get you sustenance and you start a fight?” Thor thundered, absorbing a couple of blows before picking up one of the army brats with one hand and striding towards you, hefting the grease soaked bag above the fray.

“Thorsie baby, you got my burrito!!!” You said giddily, tossing the man who was trying to stab you aside as you hopped on a table and pounced on the Asgardian, making grabby hands at the food.

“I can’t believe you left her unsupervised after giving her mead.” Carol said as things finally started to calm down as the bar patrons eyed the god who had just strode in with wariness. She slapped down a giant wad of cash on the bar, hoping it would be enough to cover all the damages.

“She was hungry and getting insistent, I didn’t think she could start anything in half an hour.” He said with a bit of a pout as he ignored your eating, your legs still wrapped around him as you moaned around your burrito.

“You’re a fucking enabler, Odinson.” Carol said with a shake of her head. “Did you forget about Helsinki?”

“Ha, that was a good time!” You said around a mouth full of burrito.

“It was an international shitshow, Y/N.” She said as Thor guffawed. “Poor Nat had to do damage control for a month. What am I gonna do with you?”

“You could make me your housewife.” You said teasingly before taking another giant bite of your burrito, slowly unwrapping yourself from Thor as you arrived at Carol’s Jeep.

She rolled her eyes at you as you gave her the most ridiculous doe eyes she’d ever seen. “You’re so fucking manipulative.”

“Please, I’d be a damn amazing housewife.” You grumbled, waiting for Thor to crawl into the backseat. “Isn’t that right, Thorsie?”

“Her pancakes are delectable.” Thor said with an appreciative nod.

“See?! I’d make you pancakes everyday baby!” You whined as you buckled yourself in.

She just shook her head at you as she started the engine and pulled out.

You stuck out your tongue at her before turning to Thor over your shoulder. “Well, since Danvers here has a fear of commitment,” you said, ignoring her scoff. “ you want to make an honest woman out of me, Odinson?”

He threw his head back and laughed heartily before clapping a hand on your shoulder. “I would be honored to have you for my queen, Y/N.”

“Alright, that’s enough you two.” Carol growled. She was starting to get annoyed with your antics.

“Oh, are you jealous?” You said as you turned back to her, grinning like an idiot. “Cuz just say the word babe and I’d leave Mr. Asgard in a heartbeat, sorry Thor.”

He just chuckled at the two of you as Carol finally pulled into the compound, a scowl on her face.

“Let’s get you back to your room, Y/N.” She said resignedly, climbing down from the front seat and shaking her head at you.

“Are you gonna take advantage of me in my inebriated state, Danvers?” You teased as you stumbled out of the vehicle, Thor catching your arm and steadying you as he followed. “Cuz I’m down.”

“I’m gonna sober you up so you’re ready for the shitstorm that’s coming your way once your little bar brawl hits the news.”

“Ugh, lame!!!” You said with a roll of your eyes as you followed after her.

The three of you made your way to the living quarters, Thor holding you steady as you wobbled on still drunk legs, grinning and laughing with him as Carol marched in front of you. She shook her head at you two as you reached the door to your room. You leaned against the wall with a huff and a pout as she worked on unlocking your door.

“I’ve got her from here, Odinson.” She said as she got the door open, swinging it onwards and giving him his own look of reproach. “And don’t think your getting off easy, I already apprised Rogers of your role in this fiasco.”

“Ha, the Captain doesn’t scare me!” He said, doing a piss poor job of hiding the flash of worry that crossed his face. He turned to give you a grin and a kiss on the forehead before turning to leave. “Have a good night ladies.”

You turned to give Carol a knowing grin before she shoved you inside and followed after you, slamming the door behind her.

She finally let her face split into a massive grin now that the two of you were alone, a hearty laugh ripping from her chest that you reciprocated as she stepped into you.

“So, Thor knows then?” She said as she ripped off her leather jacket and tossed it aside, working on unbuttoning her flannel.

“Of course he knows, babe.” You said as you wrenched your tee over your head, moving to unbutton your jeans. “Pretty sure he figured it out as soon as it happened.”

“You didn’t tell him then?” She asked you with a cocked eyebrow as she stepped out of her boots and kicked them aside.

You rolled your eyes as you bent to untie your sneakers. “No, I don’t know why you want to keep it a secret though.”

“Mmm, I just like knowing that I get to do all these filthy things to you and no one has any idea about it.” She said as she watched you straighten back up, wearing nothing but your bralette and thong. “Now bend over the couch.”

“What?!?! Oh c’mon babe, we weren’t serious when we made that deal!”

“I was absolutely serious, sweetie. Now bend over and take your punishment like a good girl.”

You pouted and did as you were told, supporting yourself on your elbows as you presented your ass to her.

“Spread those legs further.” She ordered, tapping her toes against the inside of your ankle until you complied. “There she is. You’re lucky I’m feeling generous, we’re only gonna do 10 tonight, since you managed to keep your antics local.”

“Yes ma’am.” You said grudgingly, a shiver running up your spine as she ran her fingers up the back of your thigh.

The first smack jolted you forward suddenly, almost sending you tumbling over the couch as you dug your hands into the cushions. Carol ran her hand soothingly over the red handprint that she’d raised on your left ass cheek before bracing her other hand over your back and grinning down at you.

“That’s one.” She said, her fingers brushing over your clothed core and making you whine before she slapped your other cheek just has hard. “Two.”

She made the same soothing gesture over your right cheek before spanking you directly above your clenching pussy and making you scream.

“Ooh, three.” She said, biting her lip as she rubbed her hand in a big circle over your sex, feeling the dampening cloth of your panties with a satisfied smirk. “Fuck, baby.”

She gave two more slaps to each cheek in a quick succession that had you whimpering and sinking into the sofa, your knees starting to give out. Her next smack was over your core again, and you whined as a fresh rush of arousal flowed out of you and started to leak down your thighs, the fabric of your panties now soaked completely through.

“Love how wet my baby gets.” Carol cooed before shredding your panties with a quick twist of her wrist and flinging the ruins aside. She sucked in a breath as she got a look at the mess between your legs; plump swollen folds flushed with heat and pulsing with need as juices flowed out you. “Just two more. Think I can make you cum from just a spanking?”

Her ninth slap was right over your entrance and made you twitch as she kept her hand curled over your mound, just pressing against you as she felt the muscles of your core throbbing under her fingers. She took a layer of slick with her when she withdrew her hand, and you peeked over your shoulder to watch her suck your arousal from her fingers.

“Carol...” you whined, your breath coming in needy little pants as you waited for her to give you your last spank.

“Such a needy little baby. You better ask me real nice sweetie, otherwise I might just tie you up and leave you all frustrated. Maybe I’ll make you watch me fuck myself on that stormbreaker dildo you’ve been keeping secret. Would you like that?”

“Fuck, Carol! Please, please fucking spank me! I promise I’ll be your good girl!” You moaned, trying to press yourself back into her hand, desperate for release.

“Aww, but I don’t want you to be a good girl.” She said.

Her final spank was a direct hit to your clit, and you screamed as your entire body spasmed. Your fingers dug into the couch cushions as you squirted all over Carol’s hand, your knees finally giving out as you sobbed with pleasure.

“Oh, I knew you could do it baby.” She said as she started to press soft kisses down your back, her hand still in between your legs rubbing in big, slow circles over your pussy with just enough pressure to drive you crazy. “Love making my bad girl fall apart. Don’t you dare start behaving now.”

“Yes ma’am.” You sighed into the cushions as you came down.

Carol ran her lips and tongue over the swollen marks she’d left on you, her hand an your core starting to press into you harder. You gasped when she suddenly pulled you apart, her fingers spreading your folds and barely giving you a chance to adjust before her tongue ran over your slit in a heavy stripe.

“Shit!” You cried as you thumped your first against the sofa, your cunt clenching around nothing as Carol lapped at your sex like it was the first drink she’d had in weeks.

She grinned against you, slipping a finger inside you and making your keen as her lips wrapped around your clit. You had to fight to stay upright as she slipped in a second finger, scissoring them inside you and stretching you open as she suckled at your tiny button, making you clench around her.

You let out an inhuman shriek when she added the third finger, thrusting yourself backwards into her face and fucking yourself on her hand as her mouth still worked at taking you apart. She shook her head to bury her face even deeper and you lost it, sobbing as your body tried to curl in on itself as your orgasm crashed over you.

Carol brought both hands to keep you from collapsing at the same time she pressed the flat of her tongue over your pussy, moaning as you throbbed against her face and she caught your release as it squirted out of you, swallowing it greedily as her lips wrapped around your sex.

Your body finally stopped shaking and she stood up behind you, curling over your back and turning your head so she could press her lips against yours. She teased your lips with your tongue and you opened up to her, whining into her mouth as you tasted yourself.

“Mmm, how you feeling baby?” She asked with a grin as she pulled away from you, taking your breath with her.

“Pretty fucking fantastic.” You said, beaming back at her. You flipped yourself over until you landed on the couch with a huff, making her roll her eyes at you. “Really wanna make you feel good too, beautiful.” You said with a wink.

“Yeah? How you gonna do that?” She said as she watched you reach under the couch, searching for something.

“Oh, I’ve got a pretty good idea.” You said as you straightened back up, placing a long black box on your lap. “I don’t know how you found out about this, but it’s gonna blow your fucking mind. Say hello to the stormbreaker.”

You opened the box to reveal a massive, pretty realistic looking dildo and Carol let out a guffaw as you wiggled your eyebrows at her suggestively.

“I love you sweetheart, but I’m not letting you fuck me with a dildo based off one of our best friends!”

“Don’t be such a square, baby!” You said, standing up to chase after her as she headed into the bedroom. “He’d be flattered!!”

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[egcdeath]

checkmate

summary: you’ve always refused to lose, and love was no exception. (gone girl-ish au)

pairing(s): ransom drysdale x dark!reader, a special mystery guest ;) 

word count: 3.7k

warnings: 18+ because of heavy themes! faked death, framing of crimes, manipulation, alluding to sex, alluding to cheating, terrible relationship dynamic, very loose usage of the word crazy/psychotic, implied mention of self harm, brief choking & slapping (in a non sexual way lol), pregnancy trapping (idk if thats the right term), the reader is a very bad human being, overuse of italics  *please let me know if i’m missing any warnings!

author’s note: this is my 2nd submission for @stargazingfangirl18’s 5k soft dark challenge, i decided to make the reader dark >:) but ransom is also not a good person. I used these prompts: “I’ve waited a long time for this, sweetheart.” & The town golden *girl isn’t as sweet as everyone thinks.

this is definitely the most unhinged thing i’ve ever written, but blame @literate-lamb for making me write this because when i pitched this to her and said that i’d probably never write it, she enabled me. 

okay that's enough from me. join my taglist if you want :D

“I know women whose entire personas are woven from a benign mediocrity. Their lives are a list of shortcomings: the unappreciative boyfriend, the extra ten pounds, the dismissive boss, the conniving sister, the straying husband. I've always hovered above their stories, nodding in sympathy and thinking how foolish they are, these women, to let these things happen, how undisciplined. And now to be one of them! One of the women with the endless stories that make people nod sympathetically and think: Poor dumb bitch.” Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

Your whole life, you’d considered yourself a competitive person. Constantly overcompensating for one thing or another, whether it was the chronic desire to achieve perfection that had been installed in you since you were a little girl, or your persistent internalized sense of inadequacy. You realized early on that it was much better for you to win than for you to lose, no matter the physical, emotional, or mental cost of the prize of perfection.

For the most part, this mindset worked out for you. You graduated as Valedictorian from your high school, neared the top of your graduating class at Harvard. God knew you earned it, all those tears you shed into overpriced textbooks, all the popping of unprescribed Adderall, and robbing yourself of the parties and social events that the rest of your peers gladly indulged in. 

You were just different, which was why you gained a job nearly immediately after your exit from school, quickly climbing to the top at the Blood Like Wine publishing company after only a few years of being there. 

And one night, at the party celebrating the release of A Thousand Knives when you laid your eyes on Hugh Ransom Drysdale, the grandson of your boss, you knew that you needed to have him. Rich, hot, a bit of an asshole. You deserved to finally complete your image, and that socialite flavored eye candy seemed to fit the part perfectly. Luckily for you, he was desperate. It only took a few tugs on your dress’ V-line, and a number of knowing smirks to find yourself being finger-banged in his family manor’s bathroom.

From there, you wormed your way into his life. Leaving belongings at his place as an excuse to come back, and offering booty calls in the middle of the night. Ransom must’ve been much more desperate than you originally thought, as it really only seemed to take one night of stroking his hair while he vented about his family to make him want to be with you. Men with mommy issues were always so easy. 

Except, he wasn’t that easy. The longer you got to know Ransom, the more fucked up you realized he really was. He had no boundaries at all, became jealous and enraged at the drop of a pin, and occasionally told you things that made the hairs on your arms rise. 

This of course all came to a head after the night of Harlan’s 85th birthday party. When the news broke of his tragic death, you’d immediately known it was the works of your Hugh. If your intuition wasn’t enough, his confession in the shower, where he’d demanded you take off your clothes to display that you were without a bug, certainly was. 

You were completely devastated. The man that you’d invested so much into for years had thrown both his and your reputations down the drain in just a matter of hours. Of course, you felt bad for Harlan too. He was a good guy (when he wasn’t instigating a family fight).

Still, you showed up during the funeral in your best mourning clothes and dawning your biggest crocodile tears. You rubbed Linda’s back while she mourned the loss of her father, and the new truth about her husband. You played dumb when interrogated by some Southern private investigator, even giving Ransom an airtight alibi. You testified on his behalf in court with enough conviction to grant you an Emmy. 

You’d gotten so far, devoted so much energy into him, that you simply refused to lose now. 

To your friends, you’d seemed to lead a near perfect life. Dream job, dreamy boyfriend, dream bank account, but it wasn’t enough. You wanted more, you just didn’t know what. 

It dawned on you while sipping mimosas at the country club, Ransom playing tennis with his friends just a few yards away from you while Danielle showed off her brand new engagement ring, a .59 Carat Asscher Diamond, that if you heard her speak of again, would probably make you lose your shit.

You zoned out as she droned on and on about the shape, and how Matt proposed to her in their own private room in one of the most exclusive Parisian restaurants, instead focusing on how you could find yourself in the same position as that airhead next to you. In all honesty, you couldn’t stand the idea that someone was doing better than you, let alone someone in your own social circle. Dani got all the bragging rights of being engaged to the heir of some tech giant, being the first in your friend group to get eloped, and worst of all, Matt wasn’t even making her sign a prenup. 

You blankly watched Ransom from afar, taking occasional sips from your sweet drink, while you thought of how you deserved all of that and more, and you were going to get it one way or another. 

——

It didn’t take much to come up with something, your first and most obvious plan being to simply ask Ransom when he was going to propose to you. Of course, this wasn’t the first time you’d tried to approach him about this subject, you just wondered if maybe this time things would be different.

Panting heavily after a rather rough night in bed, you rolled off of your boyfriend’s chest and gave him a messy, yet sincere kiss. You knew your man well, and if there was any time to pop the question, it was in his post-nut haze.

“Baby,” you said breathily, “I wanna ask you something.”

“Shoot,” he responded casually, glancing over at you. 

“When’re you gonna propose to me?” you hummed.

Ransom groaned and shook his head, rolling his eyes, “this is about Matt and Dani, huh?” he tutted, then extended a hand out to your warm cheeks so he could gently caress one with his thumb. “Thought we agreed marriage is just a piece of paper and it’s stupid.”

You huffed in response.

Of fucking course.

“I never said that,” you muttered, setting a hand on his broad chest. “Besides, it’ll be good if you get pissed and decide to like, kill your dad or something. Y’know, spouses don’t have to testify against each other in court.”

Ransom chuckled as if this whole thing was funny, like your feelings were some kind of sick joke to him. “You know my lawyers, babe. They could prove that bees don’t make honey. That bears don’t shit in the forest. I appreciate your attempt, though. This has been some really nice pillow talk.” 

“Whatever,” you muttered, pinching his nipple in retaliation before turning your back to him and yanking the blanket onto your side. 

You weren’t sure why you were so surprised that he was being stubborn, most of the time you felt like you were pulling teeth from the man. But that’s why you had a backup plan! You always had a backup plan. That’s what separated you from your boyfriend. Where Ransom was extemporized and impulsive, you were calculating and prudent. 

Although you devised your plan that very afternoon while watching your partner backhand small green balls, you were going to need some time to get everything in order, to prove Murphy and his stupid law wrong in making sure that everything that could go wrong wouldn’t. 

After all, love was a game. And you sure as hell weren’t losing to Hugh Drysdale. 

——

You sacrificed too much to have your plans ruined by some trust fund baby with impulsivity issues. You deserved your dream marriage, the stability you wished you had as a child. You wanted the white picket fence, and everything that came along with it. Your desire to be the best, to be perfect was what drove you to poke holes in every condom in the box, what led you to draw liters of your own blood in hopes of staging a fake crime scene, to buy a cheap getaway car and burner phone off of Craigslist, and reach out to a high school boyfriend who you knew was in a position as desperate as you. 

You planted seeds of doubt in your friends throughout the following weeks, feeding them lies about Ransom’s behavior, how you were afraid of telling him that you did in fact see two faint red lines on that damn plastic stick– only half of the statement truly being false–, telling them that he was behaving erratically lately.

It all was going without a hitch. Ransom didn’t seem to notice anything was off, despite your frequent visits to the bathroom and newfound affinity for true crime documentaries. 

You almost felt guilty, knowing the world of pain you were about to throw the man into. Granted, he deserved the pain. You were in a relationship with a genuinely terrible person, and that person had made a conscious effort not to commit to you. You tried to make this easy for him, give him a chance to say a few words to you and slide a ring on your finger, but no, he always seemed to take the hard route.

You slept like a baby the night before you were setting your plan in action. You made sure to uphold the facade of everything being fine, making Ransom a nice breakfast before sending him halfway across town to the hardware store with an oddly incriminating list.

Once he was out of the house, you hurried off to the fridge in the garage where you’d been keeping a small stash of your own blood. It wasn’t pretty, but it had to be done. You poured the blood throughout the kitchen, splattering bits of it on the counters and cupboards. You poorly cleaned the mess, just as he would.

You put your next move in motion, falsifying a home invasion. You tossed over a table and some chairs, throwing books and photos onto the floor, but left some aspects slightly untouched, like an upright picture frame to give yet another hint that things were not exactly what they appeared. 

You left a tiny blue post-it note on the nightstand of Ransom’s side of the bed, a quick and simple doodle of a ring along with the first initial of your name inked onto the tiny piece of paper. 

With that, you were off. Technically missing, soon-to-be presumed dead.

----

 The days following your disappearance had gone even better than you’d initially planned. Local news coverage had been all over you, search and rescue groups were assiduously looking for you, your parents had opened a tip line, and begged for you to get home safe on news segments. But the best part of it all was that Ransom had been briefly found himself in police custody, only to be released shortly thereafter. His past of an accused murder quickly made your disappearance even more of a national story, and you watched the whole thing unravel from the safety and comfort of your high school boyfriend, Andy Barber’s Newton home. 

Of course, you fed him the same lies you’d given to your friends, and seeing the rather lonely position he was in, he gladly let you stay with him. You were absolutely having a hay-day with it all, dedicating hours of your day to watching Ransom slowly unravel. Maybe it was a bit sadistic of you to enjoy torturing your partner so much, but he needed to learn his lesson. You deserved better. You needed Ransom to rise up to your level, allowing you to finally complete your image. To let you two appear to be the perfect couple. Really, this was all on him.

Andy, for the most part, had been a good host. He was gone for the majority of the day, dedicating himself to his work while you lounged around on his dangerously cozy couch. Around two weeks into your stay, you were sharing a box of pizza in the living room with your old lover when something interesting on the television caught your eye.

Ransom, broadcasted on CBS, being interviewed on your disappearance. 

You watched with wide eyes as Ransom begged for your return on national television. It was one thing seeing your mother plead for you to come back, the same woman who had installed such toxic behavior in you sob for your return, but Ransom. You’d never loved him more than in that moment.

“Hugh, if you could tell Y/N one thing, what would it be?” the interviewer asked.

Ransom turned, looking straight at the camera, directly into your soul, “Y/N, I love you so much. More than you’ll ever know. I need you to come back safely, to see you, to hold you again. I’d give anything in the world for that right now,” he looked down, a tear falling down his cheek. “I can’t live without you in my life, I-”

His sentence was cut off by Andy grabbing the remote, and turning off the TV. You turned your head and frowned deeply at him.

“Why’d you do that?” you asked with a bit of a pout.

“I just couldn’t stand listening to him talk about you like he hasn’t treated you like shit for the past few years. C’mon, let’s get ready for bed.”

Your blood boiled. Andy was once a means to an end, but now he was interfering. He was clearly much too selfish to see that you and Ransom were quite obviously soulmates. A match made in hell. 

You followed him to bed regardless, curling up on what had been your side of the bed for the past few days, and staring at the wall until Andy’s breaths moved from a soft and rhythmic pattern to loud snores. God, those snores were obnoxious. 

You slipped out of bed and to his dresser, grabbing two soft ties from the drawer, and daintily tying his wrists to each side of the bedpost.

“What‘re you doing?” he mumbled, instinctively yanking both of his wrists as he awoke.

“I’m going back home,” you whispered.

“You can’t be serious,” Andy huffed, tugging on the restraint attached to the headboard.

You shook your head, “I am.”

“I should’ve known. Why would you do something like this? Do you know how much trouble you’ll be in with the law?”

“Do you know how much trouble you’ll be in when the world finds out that you kidnapped me?” you retorted.

This threat seemed to wake him up right away, “what about this was kidnapping? I gave you a nice home, fed you, I didn’t even make a pass at you. I didn’t do shit to you,” he hissed. “You think I can’t prove that? I’m a lawyer, for god's sake!”

You nearly laughed, “Okay, Andy,” you paused for a moment, “As a lawyer, who do you think everyone’ll believe? Someone who the world was on a wild goose chase for in the last two weeks? Or the man with a family history of violence? Must I remind you that your father and your son have killed people?”

Andy shook his head, face pinched in sorrow at the mention of his deceased son, clearly a low blow. “You’re insane,” he muttered.

“Swear to god that you won’t tell a soul what happened here,” you leaned over him, getting right in his face. “Or I promise, Andrew Barber, I will ruin you. You’ll spend the rest of your life behind bars, or disbarred, or whatever the hell I decide to do with you. So keep your goddamn lips shut.” 

You pulled away and he solemnly nodded, not bothering to put up a fight. You loosened the fabric around his left wrist and walked out of the room. You picked up the keys to Andy’s Audi on your way out, checking the time as you adjusted the driver's seat. 

9:45 PM. Fatherhood really changed the man.

You pushed that thought aside and began your drive home, which turned out to be a surprisingly short trip. When you pulled up in front of your home, you were met with a slew of reporters outside of the house, along with a police car that seemed to be permanently camped there.

As you slowly got out of the car, a gasp, followed by a loud silence fell across the crowd. You limped for dramatic effect up the driveway as cameras followed you, and glanced back at them pathetically. From your peripheral view, you noticed the officers get out of their vehicle.

You finally got to your door, ringing the doorbell and waiting. You blinked harshly a few times, conjuring up the tears you needed to really make a spectacle of the event. After a few minutes, Ransom opened the door, eyes widening as he looked at you. He stepped out, and you wrapped him in as big of a hug as you could manage, genuinely missing his embrace. It was possible that you even let out a few real tears in the moment.

Your emotional embrace was interrupted by the man you recognized as Lieutenant Elliott, the same officer who’d been assigned to Harlan’s case. 

“Ma’am,” he began, only to be shut down by you. 

“Please, just let me be with my boyfriend,” you pleaded, crocodile tears streaming down your face as you spoke with the officer. You still needed time to get your story straight.

“Just give us the night, Lieutenant. We’ll come in first thing tomorrow morning,” Ransom added, furrowing his brows at the officer that he’d come into contact with far too many times. 

He looked to his partner, who shrugged, then to you, “enjoy your night.”

Cameras flashed around you as civilians, journalists, and newscasters alike attempted to catch your attention. You grabbed Ransom’s hand and dramatically pulled him inside, insincerely attempting to hide your face by ducking and covering half of your face with your arm. 

As soon as you were in the privacy of your own home, Ransom threw you against a wall. 

“Why. The fuck. Would you pull a stunt like that,” he hissed through gritted teeth, eyes wild, and a hand around your throat. 

You whimpered as he tightened his grip, rage clearly flowing through his system uncontrollably.

“Do you know what you did to me? You almost had me thrown in fucking jail. Do you understand that?”

You nodded weakly, “Ran,” you whispered, “the baby,” you glanced down at your stomach.

He paused, dropping his grip on your neck and staring at you in awe, “no…” 

You nodded again. 

“How…? You told me you were on the pill… You- you made me use protection…”

“Surprise?” you said weakly. 

“You’re a psychotic bitch.”

“I’m your psychotic bitch. And no child of mine will be born out of wedlock,” you taunted. 

“That’s what this is about?” Ransom laughed manically. “You did this all because I won’t fucking marry you?”

You didn’t even have to respond.

“I should send you to the loony bin right fucking now.”

“What happened to all those things you said to me on TV?”

“You’re fucking delusional. I can’t do this.”

“Yes, you can. And you will. I’ve had to put up with you and your stupid little antics for way too long. How do you think I felt when you killed your own grandfather?”

Ransom scoffed, throwing his hands up in exasperation, “you are so fucked up.”

“I’m the fucked up one? You killed your own blood in cold blood! You’re unhinged!” 

“You faked your own death for attention, and got pregnant while doing it! Is that baby even mine?”

“The fuck are you trying to say, Hugh?”

“I asked if it’s even mine.”

“Really. You’re accusing me of cheating on you. That’s rich considering Mia, Layla, and whoever the fuck else. You’re being ridiculous.”

“I’m being ridiculous? You couldn’t have a normal adult conversation with me!”

“Are you kidding me? I asked you time after time to marry me and it was always some bullshit excuse!” you wagged a finger in his face as you spoke. “Oh, commitment scares me, oh, marriage is just a piece of paper, oh-“ you mocked his voice in a deeper tone before you were cut off by the sting of his hand against your cheek.

“Can you shut the hell up?” he growled at you as you held your own cheek, before you reached out and slapped him back, “I can’t believe that I’m stuck with such a deranged bitch for the rest of my life.”

“Maybe work on your vows a little, dear. I don’t think that those words are as charming to me as they’d be to the rest of our family and friends.”

“You can’t be serious,” he groaned.

“But I am,” you hummed, rubbing your cheek softly once again. “Look at how fast your life fell apart without me here. How quickly the public turned on you. Imagine how upset they’d be if you left me. I love you, Ran. I really do. You and I are perfect for each other, can’t you see that now?”

Ransom took a step away from you, pacing slowly in front of you. He ran a stressed hand through his hair, and took a long and drawn out breath, clearly at a loss for words.

“So when should we have the wedding? I’ve always wanted a Spring wedding, and I know it’s a little short notice, but I don’t want to be showing too much in my wedding dress,” you grabbed Ransom’s bicep gently, as if you were just having a regular old day with him, as if you hadn’t been choked and slapped moments ago. “But we can make it work. We always make it work, right?”

Your now fiancé stared vacantly at the wall ahead of him, giving you a slow, empty nod of agreement. 

“It’s settled then,” you smirked. “I’ll start looking at venues. You find me a nice ring, okay Honey? One that puts all those other bitches’ rings to shame,” you sighed pleasantly to yourself, “I’ve waited a long time for this, sweetheart.”

You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek before hurrying up the stairs and into your bedroom. You heard a distant shriek of  “fuck,” from Ransom, but you truly could not care less. 

You hopped into bed, grabbing your laptop from its charger and promptly opening it. You couldn’t help but to smile at your own reflection on the empty black screen. This wasn’t how you imagined your engagement, but you did the impossible. You tied yourself down to Hugh Ransom Drysdale, he went down kicking in screaming, and you were likely in for a lifetime of cheating and resentment, but you did it nonetheless. 

You finally won.