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The Weekend: Deal's A Deal

Summary- 3.6k Ransom Drysdale x Kitten. Time for You to spend that weekend with Ransom. It's just a weekend, nothing can really come from spending any real amount of time together, it's all just mutual fun.

Warnings- Oral, mentions of semi-public sex, Ransom talking some filth, got some softness sprinkled in there, two idiots just not admitting anything to one another. This is an 18+ Only Blog.

A/N- well we finally got to this point. Did I ever think I would get here? Not really. Special shout out to @drabblewithfrannybarnes who specifically mentioned wanting to see a sweet bathtub scene.

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You entered Ransom’s building with a click of your heels against the marble floor and your overnight bag wheeling behind you. This place was starting to feel familiar, the residents passing you in the lobby no longer glanced at you with suspicion, the daytime doorman gave a tilt of his head while holding the elevator door open for you, already knowing that you would be going up. 

“Morning Miss Y/L/N.” 

“Morning Dwight.” You greeted him warmly while stepping into the elevator to press a button taking you to your destination. The door slipped shut and the floor numbers lit up as the elevator creaked its way up to where Ransom lived. No Ransom didn’t live in the penthouse, but his apartment was certainly one of the nicer ones in the building near the top floor. Even though he was taking more responsibility in life didnt mean he didnt still enjoy the life of luxury. The view of Boston harbor alone was a sight you had also learned to appreciate. 

You stepped off the elevator once you reached his floor. A bit apprehensive as you made your way to his door, this wasnt a fuck and go deal, this was something edging on real that took commitment. To say it didn’t scare you a little would have been a lie and didnt’ you already do enough of those? 

Ransom and you had a history, a long history. Would this weekend remind you both of that and why it just didn’t work for you before. The last time, before you moved to Conneticut and ended up with Neil, it had cost you a career. But now you were wiser, you were prepared for Ransom Drysdale and his chaos. 

You think. 

The door is already open when you reach it, giving a knock, you step inside and close it behind you. “Ransom?” 

“In here Kitten.” You heard him from somewhere in the apartment. Shrugging off your jacket and hanging it up, you slip off your heels till your wandering barefoot through the beautiful space. That skyline window view, never failed to make you pause a moment, watching the boats creeping through the harbour before going out to sea for a day of tourist attractions and fishing. 

You feel a pair of hands slide around you, a broad back press against your chest as Ransom joins you, overlooking your shoulder as he too watched the scene before you. “This is why I chose this one. More money for this view, but as soon as I saw it, I knew. I always hoped you would get to see it too.” 

You leaned into him, his warmth enveloped you in a very calming manner, he was familiar, he felt familiar at your back, hands resting around you like they are always there. There was an unspoken intimacy in the way you two were able to hold each other so casually that you opted not to inspect further. “Now I have seen it several times, but never fails to make me pause. This place is amazing.” 

“It is, I wouldn’t have found it without Harlan’s help.” Ransom admitted while brushing the soft shorter hairs from the back of your neck and brushed his lips against the supple column of your neck. You let your eyes slide closed to enjoy the sensation. Ransom was good at so many things, and making you feel special was one of them, one you craved because with Neil, he always just fell short of making you feel like you mattered more then his always demanding career. It shouldnt be this easy to get lost in Ransom, but it was. It always was. “How about a glass of wine and you can tell me about your week, Kitten?” He offered, snapping you back to the present. 

“And here I thought I was just gonna be your sex toy all weekend.” You teased while stepping away from him and heading to the kitchen. Ransom tugged you back to him, landing you chest to chest in his arms, looking up at him. 

“Who says that isnt what I got planned Kitten? Get you liquored up and loose before I ruin you in my bed, the tub, the kitchen counter. I think you be real pretty bent over that granite counter with your ass up in the air all for me, begging? Hmm?” 

How could he do that, be nice and gentleman then go to making you filthy promises that made you ache for just that. You worked on simmering that desire for now, it was a weekend, a whole two days and if you broke so soon, you were never gonna last till the end. “You already promised me wine Ransom.” 

“So I did.” A perfect smirk graced his hungry features, dropping a dominating kiss before twisting you back to head to the kitchen. In the past year you have been over to Ransom’s apartment, you hadn’t had a chance to see much outside of the bedroom, so you admired the open space. Although not huge, it was big enough for you to tuck onto a barstool out of the way while he grabbed wine glasses and pulled out your favorite bottle from the mini wine fridge. “So Ellie’s, how was it?” 

“Good.” You took the offered glass to sip from. “It has been so long since we have gotten to just be together, you know? I’m always working or she is flying out somewhere herself for work. Plus its not like I’m just on the other side of town. She ended up getting Johnny’s phone number that night.” You smirked while Ransom leaned on the opposite side of the counter. He gave a chuckle. 

“I’m not surprised, Ellie had her hooks in him well before I even got there.” 

“You jealous she didn’t take you up on that offer for a three way?” 

Ransom shrugged, grinning as he enjoyed more of the wine. “Her loss, I offered.” You thought he was joking, but of course this is Ransom Drysdale and he has managed to surprise you before. “She is going to eat him alive.” 

You snorted, hopping off the bar stool while swirling your glass. “Boy wont even know what hit him.” You wandered from the kitchen, looking around at the rest of the apartment in the light of day. Ransom, kept it modern and classy looking. This clean, you assumed he must have a maid coming in. But it was also set up for comfort as well. “You entertain here often Ransom?” A loaded question, you saw him hesitate a moment, trying to figure out what you were looking for with that question. 

“Have I brought anyone here since we have been fucking? No, I havent. Blood Like Wine and fucking Walt keep me busy as it is. Have I hosted some-” He gave a wave of his hand dismisvely. “Parties? Yes I have. But not like I used to.” Ransom set his glass down, now emptied. “I found I prefer not to have a bunch of shitty fucking people in my home.” 

He had changed, it kind of unsettled you to hear him talking so responsibility. Not like the Ransom from before who was knowin to have a slew of fuck boys following him around and girls doing there best to get him to notice. He noticed them enough to keep them hanging on but never gave enough to let them know him. Not like you. 

“Smart move, those people will suck you dry given the chance.” You downed your wine and set it next to his. “So… You have me for the weekend Drysdale to do as you please as long as you have the manuscript for me?” 

“I do.” He stepped in closer, into your space and a large hand cupped your cheek, seeming to soak in what intimate contact he could have with you. You once more sunk into it, letting it make your heart clench with a need unfiulfilled before. Almost like your body was starved for this intimacy. “You are so eager Kitten, so willing to be mine this weekend.” 

“That was the deal.” 

“Mmhh.” He hummed while his hand found the zip in the dress you were wearing, dragging it down. “It was the deal, I think that the rules are no more of these dresses. Hides to much.” 

You wriggled in his hold, letting the now loose dress slip to the floor, pooling at your feet into discarded fabric for you to step out of. Lace panties and bra now the only thing covering you and you could see the black set was a wise choice as his pupils flared with desire once more while looking you up and down. “This better?” 

“Cute Kitten, but still far to much.” He towered in closer, making you step back till your back hit cool glass from tall windows. You arched to your toes to nip at his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your fingers in the strands of his hair at the back of his head. 

“Don’t rip them, I like this set.” 

“I will fucking buy you a new set. One in each color.” He reached behind and although easily could have twisted the clasp to open, he was efficient but he bent the hooks with a yank and the thin lace tore from the exertion. You gasped at the action, what remained of your bra falling away and he started kissing you, working his mouth against yours to claim your mouth for himself, your kisses belonging to him for now and he feasted. A man who had been deprived for long enough. You grasped his shirt to hold on, the cold pinky ring pressing against your left breast while he grasped you, circling the nipple precisely how you liked before giving a stinging pull, knowing that you craved that bit of pain. 

“I will be sure to send you the site I got it from.” You arched into his mouth, tugging at his hair for more, more, more. His teeth were sharp nips to be soothed with the broad stroke of his tongue. Ransom didnt stop there, he swept his hands along your ribs and kissed down the curve of your belly till the man was on your knees before you.  

“Or just take the card from my waller. Order yourself whatever you want, fuck if I care, as long as I get to see you in it.” He dragged his nose against the panty clothed center of you. ”Kitten, your pussy already wet?” Inhaling you deeply, his hands grasping at the back of your thighs to spread them wider. “You know anyone was to be peeping from one of these other buildings they are gonna see you getting fucked on my face.” 

That sent a shiver of humiliation and desire through you, excitement at the prospect of getting caught. Ransom smirked up at you, biting at the band of your panties and tugging them down till your pussy came into view and he could nudge his nose through your curls, tongue tracing the seam before spreading you open. 

Watching this man put his mouth on you, you excitedly finished stepping from the last remaining clothing on you to be bare naked in his livingroom, in the middle of the day, your backside pressed firmly against the glass as he spread your thighs wider with demanding kisses to the inside of your thighs that left slight teeth imprints in the softest parts of you. 

“Been wet for you, wanting you this whole week, ready for this.” Your hands brushed through his dark hair, messing the typically styled waves till they were as wild as is expression looked, inhaling deeply against you once more before his tongue stroked through your folds, finding that nerve that made your legs shake and you gripped his head to hold yourself up. The way he worked your clit, hard sucks and tender strokes of his tongue made you arch for him, offering yourself to Ransom to take as much as he wanted. 

He wanted it all. Harsh hands dug into the back of your thighs, lifting one to drape over his shoulder and hold you poised for him, his tongue relentless as his fingers fucked into your aching center, curling to stroke clenching walls in a come hiter motion. “More Ransom.” 

His voice was muffled, more occupied at savoring you instead of answering. 

“You turning into a absolute slut for me. Out in the open like this…” Another swipe of his tongue through your squelching pussy, your hand slapped back into the glass window in a desperate move as your belly clenched and heat raced in a sharp tingle through your nerves. 

“Ran I gotta-” 

“Let everyone see you cum. Come on Kitten.” He fingerd you harder, demanding you to break. You didn’t want to crash, it was a ominous promise that it was gonna feel so good and that he wasn’t close to finishing with you. You already knew his cock had to be straining in those expensive slacks how was still wearing, of course he had you completely naked while he still wore all his clothes, having you on display in his glass wall of windows overlooking the city. A glance down showed your slick shiny on his chin and mouth, his lips turned into a knowing smirk. He had you, fuck he had you right where he wanted you. “Anything I want, thats the deal this weekend. Right now I want you to cum for me.” 

You gave in, there was no use fighting it and you pressed and slid against the glass till his hands caught your hips to keep you upright. This time his mouth was driving you crazy, too much and you pushed at his forehead with a gasp. “No more Ransom.” 

“Aww Kitten, we are just getting started.” He worked his way up, hands holding you still while his mouth filthy from you streaked up your body and to your mouth, filling you with the taste of you. 

Tongue filling and stalling your moans from escaping, you felt ripped from him, twisted to the bright light of the Boston Harbor and your breasts pressed against the cool glass. You could see the flutter of his shirt out of your peripheral vision when you tilted your head to press your heated cheek against the window. 

Anyone can see you be an absolute slut for this man and that just made you press your ass out, giving him all the room he needed to palm your ass and hiss in your ear while your palms streaked at the pristine glass. 

No longer pristine, you had made a mess and it was streaked in a tell tale story in smudges. “I want the world to see how my Kitten is a cock drunk whore just asking to be filled.” His hand circled the back of your neck while he worked his pants open. 

Yes, yes you wanted to be fucked and full of Ransom. How was this all you ever wanted? Your felt your eyes glaze as you submitted to the sensation of going stupid while his cock stretched you. It felt so good, so right like this. You moaned, freely without restraint. “Yes Ransom.” 

“Whats that Kitten?” His tone was taunting, urging you to beg while you pushed your ass out further, curving your back. 

“Fuck me, fuck me please!”  

It was all like some fantasy you used to imagine, Ransom caging you in, his hands laying claim to your body, his mouth hissing against your ear with filth all in front of the beautiful boston skyline. It wasn't till you came several times did you feel him snap his hips into you and fill you with his spend, calling you his good Kitten. Thats when you faded into his hold, letting yourself black out satisfied. 

“Kitten? Fuck, come on Baby, I know it was good but pass out good?” You felt hands cupping your face and you stirred with a whine, your body burning from being pressed and rubbed against the glass, between your thighs was a warm ache that left traces of him smeared into your skin and a worried set of blue eyes peering into yours. 

“I’m fine.” You run your hand against his smooth bare chest, feeling him sigh in aggravation and relief while glaring at you. “Just needed a breather.” 

“Fuck woman, why didnt you tell me to stop instead of begging for more. Thought I might have knocked you hard against the window or something.” He scolded while he let his hands fall from your face, tracing your sides soothingly as you laid up on the couch. You hid a smile in the couch cushion, knowing that pointing out how worried he seemed to be would just agitate him. You shifted to sit up and hissed as you were pretty tender all over. “Come on Kitten, lets go get you taken cared of.” He raised to a stand, naked as could be so you must not have been out for to long if he didnt even bother getting at least pants back on. 

“You do know I’m fine Ransom?” You said as he scooped you up, making you sling an arm around his neck as he carried you from his livingroom and towards the bedrooms and bathroom. Your feet danglad over his arm, and it all felt very tender, this bridal style way of hauling you around. 

“Part of my demands then, okay Kitten? Let me do this.” He turned into his bathroom. Now Ransom had a luxury bathroom. Another thing he refused to skimp on, which you weren't surptised. This man liked to come off as in the ‘He didnt fucking care” about anything, but he spent a considerable amount of time taking care of himself. And it showed. “You can stand?” 

“Yes Ransom, you didn’t exactly break my legs.” You rolled your eyes at his worrying, wiggling your feet in an urgency for him to ease you to a stand. Once he was positive you were steady and gave you a pinch on your ass for being sassy, he set about filling a tub with hot steamy water, sure to go into his closet for what looked like epsom salt to dump in and swirl around till it melted in the water. He disappeared again and you followed him into the large closet, browsing through all his supplies while he tucked the jar of epsom away. “Are these… flower petals?” You opened another jar and reached your hand in to pull out a handful and sure enough a nice flowery aroma filled the space as you brought them to your nose. “Oh these are so going in.” 

“Whatever you want Kitten.” He grabbed fluffy towel and clothes to bring out. You grasped at the jar and carried it out with you. Scattering a handful of petals in the water, you tested it before easing your feet into it. 

“Ooh, this is nice.” You waited at the edge for Ransom to climb into the oversized tub and then followed in once he settled back, his legs spread to provide you a seat. “That salt feels really good.” You sank down a bit more, your head cushioned on Ransoms shoulder and your arms lifted on the edge of the tub. You felt him shift behind you, his arms circling you loosely so his hands could rub lightly at your hip. 

“Were the rose petals worth it?” 

You lifted your toes from the water, the petals clinging to your foot before lowering it back down so they floated along the surface once more. “Hell yes, I will require the rest of my baths this weekend to be like this.” 

“Well you can go through that closet, there is more shit in there.” He muttered as he kissed at the hinge of your jawline. 

You wriggled back into him, making him grunt as the way your ass pressed into his cock. “Are they the bath bombs with goodies in them?” You looked over your shoulder at him. Ransom shrugged, unsure of if they were. 

“There are those bath bombs, I don’t have any idea if anything is in them, I haven’t used them. They are in the closet, do you want one now?” 

“Yes! Lets test one out.” You made to get up but large hands pressed you back to sit while he pushed himself up instead, sputtering about getting water all over his floor. He came back seconds later with a basket and while getting back in behind you, you were sorting through them till you found a soft fresh scented one to dunk in. 

You leaned back into him while letting the ball drop into the hot water to let it fizz up, Ransom hugging around you while watching over your shoulder if you were indeed gonna get something from the good smelling bath bomb. It wasnt long till indeed a little ball bobbled up and Ransom was quick to grab it before you could. “Well I will be damned, didn’t know these were like the most expensive gum ball machines to exist.” He popped open the top and pulled out a stunning looking emerald cut in a heart shape with small studs circling around it. “Hold your hand out so I can put it on.” 

You did just as he asked and when he slipped it on your middle finger, you held your hand up to the dimming ray of sunshine streaming in, making it sparkle. “I love it.” 

“It suits you Kitten.”

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Whoo hooooo! I think you would create magic as always with this prompt: the first initial kiss being a simple peck, then they immediately go back in for a stronger, more passionate one.

Could I request it with your choice of Tup… or post-stasis Kix… or Hunter? 🫦🥹💙

A/N: Thank you for the ask @freesia-writes! I’ve been wanting to write a fic with a meteor shower for ages, and this was the perfect opportunity. I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Hunter x Reader (GN)

Rating: T, but minors DNI as always

Wordcount: 740

Warnings and tags: fluff; sensuality; pop culture in my SW fanfic (it's more likely than you think)

Summary: You and Hunter watch a meteor shower on Pabu.  

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“I’m gonna turn in,” Wrecker said. “I’ll take the kid back to the house if you two want to stay and watch the show.”

“I told her she needed to take a nap if she wanted to stay awake long enough to see the meteor shower,” Hunter laughed quietly, passing Omega’s sleeping form to his brother.

You grinned. “In her defense, if my dad had told me to take a nap when I was twelve, I definitely would have stayed awake just to spite him.”

Wrecker let out a booming laugh. “Didn’t realize you were such a rebel!”

“Ssshhhh!” you and Hunter shushed Wrecker in unison.

“Oh, right,” he whispered. “I’m headin’ out. See ya later.”

You waved goodbye at Wrecker and then flopped back down onto the blanket you’d spread on the sandy beach of Pabu, staring up at the glorious night sky. Hunter soon joined you, not quite touching you, but lying close to your side so you’d both fit on the blanket.

“You’re lucky Omega’s such a great kid,” you murmured. “I was a holy terror at her age. I couldn’t even stand myself; I don’t know how my parents survived.”

“I find that hard to believe,” he chuckled. “The proper schoolteacher of Pabu?”

“Oh, you have no idea,” you replied. “I was a teenage dirtbag.”

“Is that why all the kids love you?”

“They sense a kindred spirit under my respectable facade,” you said with a giggle.

Hunter huffed a quiet laugh, and the two of you lapsed into silence as you watched the sky. It was a dark, moonless night, and for once, the sky was entirely free of clouds—a perfect night for stargazing. You could see the entire galaxy stretched out above you, the stars shining brightly enough that they reflected as pinpricks of light on the tranquil ocean.

“Look there,” he said, pointing to a section of the sky close to the horizon. “It’s gonna be a good one.”

Sure enough, a brilliant streak of light soon shot low across the darkness, its flash bright enough to illuminate the beach faintly. As it burned out, you turned your head to stare at Hunter.

“How do you do that?” you asked softly.

“I can hear them,” he replied.

He lay on his back, his eyes fixed on the sky, and you took a moment to watch his face in the starlight. “That’s amazing.”

It was difficult to tell in the darkness, but you thought he smiled. “There’ll be another over there.”

He pointed across your body to a section of sky far to your left. He propped himself up on one elbow so he could see over you, and you turned to the sector he pointed out just in time to catch the vivid burst of light. The meteor split in two as it hit the atmosphere, putting on a dazzling show, and you could hear the distant sizzling as it burnt itself out.

“Even I could hear that one!” you exclaimed, turning to Hunter in excitement.

He was much closer to you than he had been when he was lying on his back, and you caught your breath when you realized that your faces were almost touching. Your pulse began to race, and you silently willed yourself to calm down, knowing that Hunter would be able to hear your body’s reaction to him.

Another meteor shot directly overhead, its bright light illuminating his face, and you realized he was staring at your lips. On impulse, you reached up and kissed him. It was quick and light—barely a peck—and by the time it was over, the beach had plunged back into darkness, leaving you uncertain about his response.

“Sorry,” you whispered. “Was that—”

He cut off your question abruptly, his lips crashing into yours in a passionate, urgent kiss. His hand dropped to your waist, rolling your body against his as his tongue grazed your lips softly, sliding into your mouth. The moment he tasted you, he let out a short, desperate sound, almost a growl, as his hand slid possessively up your back. Overhead, a spectacular meteor burst into the atmosphere, its flash so intense that you could see the illumination even though your eyes were closed. You opened them just in time to see the light trail die out.

As your lips parted from Hunter’s, you whispered, “We missed that one.”

He kissed you again, softly. “I prefer the view down here.”

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this too is spiderman

whoo hooooo

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The vindication of Orym saying that he has a tendency to focus on helping other people because that's easier than dealing with his own problems, after my lil meta rant about that being a problem for him, hooooo boy that feels good WHOO

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Hooooo boyyyyy, Across the Spider-Verse...

What starts as a somewhat typical-feeling (but still really strong) sequel to an incredible movie, before long presents a somber, complicated, downright philosophical side that catches you off guard in ways you never thought were possible.

"Into the Spider-Verse" already did a fantastic job covering the tolls that come with the mask, but here the way they up the ante on these themes is just next-level. Like, it throws question after question at you that, no matter if you're an urban superhero or just a struggling high schooler, really leave you thinking hard for hours about where exactly your life has taken you so far - and those are the kinds of films that I always respect most.

This makes Miles a phenomenally admirable protagonist, probably one of the most admirable in all of cinema, as no matter how much he bumbles at either side; you always know he's trying his best, has something meaningful to contribute no matter what, and without fail wants to act in the best interests of everyone - especially his family. His moments of weakness come from about as genuine a place as it can get, and you actively root for him to power through every single step of the way.

All the other characters display similar levels of nuance that adds even more impactful realism to everything. Special mention to Gwen of course, who at times feels like as much a lead as Miles himself. Their chemistry together is extremely believable, and no matter how she acts around him, you always know exactly where she's coming from - especially with her downright gut-wrenching background seen at the beginning.

Do I even need to talk about the presentation? The animation itself is stellar, especially during the action scenes, and the blend of mediums is downright seamless no matter how many are onscreen at a time. The colors are used to amazing effect, and the sets feel larger than life itself, even when viewed on a typical screen. And of course, the banging soundtrack.

I don't usually watch films multiple times in the theater, but this may well be the exception cause whoo boy, so dang much goes on here and all of it is simply AMAZING. Do yourself a favor and see this ASAP.

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"Betrayed" *Chapter 25* ~Finale~

WHOO HOOOOO!!!!

I finally got my computer to turn on, so I could finish this, so I can FINALLY start writing some Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson fluff. [x reader, not together.]

Yeah, I know, a hell of an inspiration, huh?

I didn't go on and on as much as I had originally planned. Mostly because it's just been so long, and because of the last episode of SVU I just cannot get over Olivia. I couldn't write her anymore. I can't. I don't want her happy. Or nice. EVER.

I hope you enjoy the conclusion of this series; it's been one of my favorites to write.

Chapter 24

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Also, yeah, I kinda weirdly ended it like a movie? But the song is so perfect for the story, I had to.

So, on that note, listen to this song before or after reading.

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–The Day Of The Rally-

You and Rafael had surprisingly been left alone since your impromptu “press conference” in the hospital. You spent the next few days in ‘marital bliss’, even without being married. That didn’t mean you weren’t planning every detail in your head every minute of the day.

This morning though, you both just sat in the kitchen silently sipping your coffees and reading. You were scrolling through your phone, and Rafael was reading the New York Times newspaper.

“I still can’t believe you read an actual newspaper,” You teased him, causing him to bend the paper down slightly to give you an annoyed look.

“You can’t replace getting that dirty smudge on your fingers from thumbing through a good paper,” he replied while rubbing his thumbs along the edges to make his point.

“But why would you want–?” you started to ask.

“Because I—” he started to go off on a diatribe, but decided against it.

“Never mind,” he shook his head and raised the paper to his face once more. 

“Raffi, it obviously means something,” you pressed, wondering why he was being so weird about a simple question. 

Once more Rafael lowered the paper revealing his face, but this time his expression wasn’t annoyed. It was almost an ashamed look.

“...It will make me sound like an old man,” he confessed. 

“I already know you’re an old man, counselor,” you laughed while running your fingers up and down his lap in a tickling, teasing motion. “And I love you anyway,” 

“Oh, how big of you Miss Reynolds,” he rolled his eyes and raising the paper.  Before it could cover his face, you snatched it from his hand.

“Oh, come on, you know I’m kidding baby,” you gave him a sympathetic smile. 

“I haven’t had enough coffee to find this amusing, Y/N,” he looked at you still unamused by your antics. 

“Alright grumpy cat just tell me what you meant and you can have your paper back,” you went on, unphased by his crotchety behavior. 

“I’ve read the New York Times every morning since I was a young adult,” He finally broke down and began to explain.

“Every morning, rain or shine. Even when I had court dates, I’d bring it to read during recess or lunch,” He looked out into the distance, seemingly talking to no one.

“It’s nice to have something stay the same for once. It’s nice to have a safe daily ritual amongst the chaos and uncertainty of my life right now,” His voice dropped at the end of his spiel, his sad eyes fading back onto the table.

“You know, I won’t go if you really don’t want me to,” you offered.

“What?” His eyebrows furrowed. “No, that’s not– this has nothing to do with you, Y/N,”

“Your life is in chaos because of–” you started.

“Because of decisions and actions, I made and did years ago, not because I’m shacking up with my stalker,” he half laughed. 

“Shacking up with your stalker?” you repeated in a defensive tone. 

“You know what I mean,” He gave you a look. “Besides, you deserve that after your ‘old man’ comment,” 

“Whatever,” you replied in a mocking voice while returning his paper. 

“You know you can dish it with the best of them Miss Reynolds, but you need to learn to take it back willingly,” He smirked.

“Oh, should I ‘take it’ willingly, counselor?” You asked in a suggestive tone. “Are you going to ‘give it to me’?” 

“I swear,” he rolled his eyes. “You young people, always so obsessed with sex,”

“Oh, believe me counselor,” you replied seductively while crawling into his lap. “I think any person of any age would be obsessed with the kind of sex you give,” 

“Well, now you’re just using flattery to win the conversation Miss Reynolds,” He smiled in an amused tone.

“Are you serious?!” You put your hands on either hip while still in his lap. 

“Oh was that supposed to turn me on?” He smirked while keeping his cool. “Well, I think we’ve established I ‘give good sex’ quite enough the past few days, don’t you think Miss Reynolds?”

“I cannot believe you are actually giving me shit right now about–” you started to go off into a rampage.

But before you could, Rafael’s mouth was on yours, quickly shutting you up. After a few seconds of making out, Rafael pulled back slightly and looked you very seriously in the eyes.

“I don’t want your focus to be on anything about ‘us’, today, Y/N,” he said very sincerely. “Remember what started all of this?”

“Yeah, me and my big mouth,” you rolled your eyes. 

“Well, yes,” he chuckled. “Very true. But I mean what started all of…this,” he gestured between the two of you. 

“Seven years ago,” he clarified. 

“Oh,” you replied softly, flashes of random memories running through your head of the last seven years. Then one glaring realization made you want to throw up right then and there.

“What?” Rafael asked you, bringing you back to the present.

“What?” you parroted back to him in the same questioning manner. 

“Your face,” he stroked the side of your cheek. “Where did you go just now?” 

“I…” You hesitated, looking down at your hands in Rafael’s lap. 

“You what?” he asked again. “Come on, I just told you my newspaper thing,”

“You didn’t wanna seem like an old man Raffi,” you murmured, still unable to look at him. “I don’t wanna seem like a monster,” 

“Hey,” Rafael put his thumb under your chin and raised your head upward to face him. “You could never be a monster,”

“Oh I think I might be,” you turned away from him, but his hand returned to your face to bring you back to his gaze.

“You know nothing you could say could change my opinion of you,” he assured you. “You’ve given me the benefit of doubt for my morally gray actions for years, it’s the least I can do for you,”

“You didn’t do anything wrong!” You protested, not wanting to get into this again. The fact that he still blamed himself for “killing” a “baby”, infuriated you.

“And I’m sure whatever you’re thinking isn’t wrong either, mi vida,” He stroked your hair lovingly.

“Fine,” you conceded, taking a deep breath. “I was just thinking, if– if today goes well, God willing, it will be so good for everyone. And even if it doesn’t, I’m still–”

“Still what?” Rafael pressed.

“Grateful,” you whispered.

“Grateful?” Rafael repeated, trying to understand your train of thought. “Why would that be a bad emotion?”

“I’m grateful to Terrence,” you could barely utter the words, they felt so shameful. You started to cry before you even began to talk.

 “I’m grateful that so much good came out of him…”  you started to cry harder.

“Hey hey hey,” Rafael stopped you before you could choke out the last horrible word. 

“Wasn’t that your whole goal from the beginning, Y/N?” He reminded you while wiping tears from your face. “To make Terrence’s death mean something?” 

“Well y-yeah,” you sniffled, trying to calm yourself down. “But…I-I don’t think ‘finding’ you counts as something ‘meaningful’. It just feels…selfish,” 

“This is exactly what I didn’t want you to focus on today, Y/N,” he sighed while running a hand through your hair. 

“I don’t want you to think about me, or ‘us’. That’s not the point of today. We’ve had enough days about ‘us’. Which is why I’m not going to go with you,” 

“What?” you gasped, “No, no Rafael you have to go with me,” 

“Y/N what did I just say? You– we, shouldn’t try and make the rally all about us–” 

“I’m not saying that!” you hit him in protest.

“It won’t make it all about us. Rafael, we haven’t had so much as a random perv sitting in our bushes since our…proclamation,” you made a face at the word, unable to find a better one at the moment. 

“My point is,” you waved your hands in dismissal at your own thoughts. “Nobody is gonna want to focus on us, or our relationship, we’re old news!” 

“Hmm,” he pondered out loud. “I suppose you’re right. But baby if you think you can’t do this without me, that’s just not true,” 

“I don’t think I can’t do it without you,” you shook your head. “I just don’t want to,” 

—--------

At The Rally

You wrung your hands nervously in the back of the Uber as you got closer to Town Hall. You could feel the energy getting even more tense as the streets became more crowded with people around you. You could hear voices getting angrier and more aggressive, it felt like the world was collapsing around you. Suddenly you couldn’t breathe. Rafael quickly noticed and took your hand.

“Inhalae, Exhalae,” He whispered as he rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb. 

You did as he said; taking ten second inhales and letting your breath out slowly. After a few of these exercises you could feel your breathing become steady on it’s own. You turned to face Rafael who had a calm, comforting smile beaming at you. 

“Thank you baby,” you squeezed his hand and laid your head on his shoulder for a moment. 

“Look guys I’m not gonna get much closer than this, whatever the hell is happening right now is completely blocking the grid around City Hall,” the Uber driver informed you both. 

“Well, I guess we’re on our own,” Rafael nodded to you as he opened the door to step out onto the curb. Once he was outside he held his hand out for you to exit the car as well. 

“Make sure you give me five stars!” you could hear the driver yelling as you walked down the street hand in hand. 

“Today we take back what’s ours!” You could hear Louis’s booming voice and a roaring crowd yelling back at him. 

“Shit,” Rafael muttered under his breath as you both rounded the corner. 

You could see Louis standing on the steps in front of City Hall, the same place you had seen Rafael before he took off on you. Well, okay not you specifically, or even knowingly, but it still felt traumatic seeing it again. 

And this time you saw Louis Henderson standing at a podium; your aunt and uncle sitting in chairs behind him. Standing behind them further up the stairs were a line of police officers, and in the middle of them were Olivia Benson and Sonny Carisi. They all looked very uncomfortable. 

“Oh God,” You mirrored his sentiment as you watched in horror. 

“I have to get up there,” You started to let go of Rafael’s hand to serpentine through the crowd, but he tightened his grip on you. 

“Are you kidding me, Y/N?” He gave you a very concerned look. “We are not getting separated right now. Or ever,” 

“Seriously?” You half laughed. “You didn’t even want to come!”

“Well, I did, and now my protective side is coming out full stride,” he proclaimed.

“Good God,” you rolled your eyes.

“Hey, you only have yourself to blame mi vida,” He chuckled gently before placing a kiss on your forehead. “I’m not letting you out of my sight in this chaos,”

“Okay,” you gave him a reassured smile. Then you turned your attention back towards the stage where Louis was speaking.

“Today we bring about justice,” he spoke eloquently into the mic. “Justice for not only Terrence Reynolds, but for all that came before him, and the poor men and women that will come after him. Unless we stop it,” 

You wanted so badly to jump on the stage and rip the microphone from his hands, but the crowd was too tightly packed. You gave Rafael one apologetic look before screaming out:

“NOT LIKE THIS!!”

Louis stopped speaking, everyone stopped hooting and hollering; in fact, they completely stopped moving as their eyes and attention turned to you. 

“Excuse me?” Louis asked in a haughty tone. 

“This isn’t the way–”

“That’s a whole lotta talk for someone who’s bangin’ the system!” a woman called out from the crowd. 

You looked uneasily at Rafael, who tried giving you sympathy but was also trying to stay defensive. A crowd like this, any wrong movement could start a hell of a riot, and he didn’t want you to get hurt. 

“Alright, y’know what–” You rolled your eyes and decided to screw decorum, or your fear of confrontation. 

You grabbed Rafael's hand and literally pulled him through the sea of people, forcing people to let you through until you reached the stage. The crowd began to jeer at you for the rough handling of the crowd, and your former statement. But you didn’t care. You looked at Rafael while both standing at the stairs to the foot of the stage.

“You don’t have to come up there,” you took his hands and gave him your best brave face. 

“Oh yes, I do,” He shook his head at your attempt to give him an “out”. 

You shrugged and gave him one last wary look before walking up the stairs onto the platform where your Aunt and Uncle were sitting. The line of officer’s and city officials in the back tensed up when they saw Rafael walking behind you, but he ignored it. 

“You should go stand with the NYPD,” You gestured your head towards Olivia and the others. “Show them you’re on their side,”

“I told you there’s no sides–” Rafael sighed.

“Not to you, but you know they do,” you insisted.

“Well then I’m on your side,” he replied.

“Just— Rafael— Okay?” You gave him a look.

“I’ll just stand off to the side,” he reiterated. “I’m Switzerland,” 

“Yeah alright” you tolled your eyes while walking towards the podium where Louis was speaking.

“I can’t believe you seriously have the audacity to show up here after what you’ve–” 

“I didn’t do anything wrong, Mr. Henderson,” you sniped. 

“And neither did these people,” you gestured towards the line of judges behind you, causing audible gasps and loud protests from the crowd. Before they got too out of hand, you addressed them:

“Look I am not saying what happened to my cousin– Terrence Reynolds,” You used his name, remembering who all of this was for. 

“Was right. It wasn’t, in any shape or form. What happened that night to Terrence Reynolds back in 2016 was horrific,” you took deep ragged breaths, as you recited the speech you had been writing in your head for months now it seemed. The words burned into your brain. 

“But the disgusting acts of violence taken out on him were done so by people. And unfortunately those bad people had badges, letting them believe that they could inflict their own prejudices and judgements onto others with no consequences,”

You took another deep breath and looked back towards Olivia, who gave you a somber look. 

“But they were dealt with, and rightly punished,” 

“Rightly punished?” Louis laughed from behind you. “They recieved counts of manslaughter and wreckless endangerment. Felonies that could very easily get them back on the streets, so they can keep killing poor men like–”

“The NYPD wouldn’t let them come back!” You cut him off defensively. 

“Oh? And how would you know that? Because your sex buddy tells you so?” Louis spat.

“You son of a–” You started to smack him across the face but knew that would be totally negating your entire speech. So you took a deep breath, and continued to talk in a calm manner. 

“Because that’s insane, and you know it,” you pointed out. 

“Well, they should have gotten the death penalty for what they did!” He argued, causing the crowd to angrily yell in agreement. 

“And what would that prove, Louis?” You talked over the crowd, silencing them. 

“It would prove that–”

“That we’re no better than them?” you asked. “You– you wanna stand up here, and demand blood, and call it justice. An eye for an eye, is that what you think this is?” 

“Yes, it’s–”

“Do you really think that’s gonna help? That for every POC person killed by a cop, a cop gets killed, you think that’s justice? You think that’s gonna prove to the city, the country, the world, that we deserve better? By acting EXACTLY like they believe we will?” 

“Well, no but–”

“Are you planning on killing every single cop in New York City, Mr. Henderson?”  you asked.

“No, of course not–” 

“So just random ones then?” you snapped.

“Not random, they–” 

“They’re human beings, Mr. Henderson,” you cut him off. “They made a mistake. They backed the wrong people, but they made it right,” 

“Made it right?” Louis raspberried “How in God’s name have they made it right–”

“They got rid of those guys, didn’t they? They punished them. Just because they didn’t punish them the way you think they should have, doesn’t mean their intent was any less,” 

“You,” Louis crossed his arms. “You, of all people. The woman who has been calling for Olivia Benson’s blood for almost ten years. The woman who brought this all back up again. Suddenly you start fucking her little lap dog and you completely flip on us–”

“It’s not about him, Louis!” You clenched your fists so hard your nails made your palms bleed, but you weren’t going to lose it on him. 

“You’re right,” you nodded, looking out into the crowd. “I have been the loudest about this for a long time, but–”

You looked back at Olivia who now had a small smile on her face, which you returned before looking back at the crowd. 

“I’ve been angry for a long, long time,” You looked sadly out into the sea of people. “I’m just…tired of being angry, aren’t you?”

“We have to be angry!” Louis yelled.

“Why?” you asked.

“Because it’s wrong! Because it’s–” 

“Unfair, I know,” you nodded. “But Louis, if we attack them, then they attack us. Then we attack them for attacking us, and vice versa. I know you don’t wanna hear it but this will never end,” 

“Oh so we’re just supposed to take the injustice that–”

“We’re supposed to forgive, Louis,” You looked every single police officer in the eye as you spoke. 

“That’s how we ‘get back’ at them. By showing them that we are the bigger people. That nothing they do will ever tear us down because we don’t have that ugly in us,”

“Hate begets hate, Louis,” You put a hand on his shoulder. “And if there’s one thing I know about Terrence, it was that he didn’t hate a single person. Ever. He didn’t have it in him to hate anyone; he was a good person,”

“Yeah well–”

“I know you’re a good person too,” You rubbed his shoulder. “I know you know Mr. Barba is a good person, you both worked for the city,”

“I work for people,” he corrected you. “Whether that be in the city’s interest or not,” 

“So does Mr.---Rafael,” you finally allowed yourself to address him the way you should, as your partner. 

“So can we please, please let this go?” You begged him as Rafael walked up to you both. 

“What, do you want me to just– dismiss everyone? Like a school assembly?” 

“I mean, you started it,” you shrugged.

“Alright well,” Louis cleared his throat as he stepped towards the mic and spoke into it. 

“I think we’ve all proved a point here today, violence doesn’t solve anything,” 

You did your best not to roll your eyes at his diplomatic speech. 

“The NYPD doesn’t need any more reminders of the injustices they’ve caused. They’ve got their own guilt trips and demons to wrestle with,” 

He gestured to the line of officers and other members of the jurisdiction awkwardly squirming under his words. 

“Alright, wrap it up Louis,” 

“Let us adjourn and enjoy this beautiful day, thinking of the brothers and sisters who aren’t able to enjoy it here with us,” 

You hard rolled your eyes at the last jab of guilt he threw in there, as the crowd slowly but surely disappeared. 

“Well done, counselor,” you shot finger guns at Louis who now rolled his eyes at you. 

“Yeah, alright–” He shook his head as he saw Rafael walk up behind you protectively. “I hope I put the trust in the right people,” 

“I assure you Mr. Henderson, I may not be a part of the NYC payroll anymore, but that doesn’t mean I will ever stop fighting for our city, and everyone in it,” Rafael stuck his hand out to shake Louis’s hand. 

“I believe you Mr. Barba,” he nodded with a smile before taking Rafael’s hand and shaking it. “I really do,” he nodded at you before walking away into the crowd. 

You looked at all the people buzzing about on the stage and in the streets. It wasn’t a scary, unnerving bustle you had walked up on earlier. This was a calm but energetic energy, people all talking and laughing with each other as they went about their day. Just like the city should be. 

You looked over at the NYPD group who was quickly dissolving into the building and other cars. You thought better of trying to go and talk to Olivia or Mr. Carisi, you just waved at them with a small smile. They returned the gesture, Olivia adding a small wave and a kiss to Rafael.

He blew a kiss back before wrapping his arms around your waist from the back, pulling you towards him. You turned to face him with a huge smile on your face. 

“Well, we did it, counselor,” You beamed at him. 

“You did it, mi amor,” He pulled you closer and pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

“Yeah, I did, didn't I?” You stuck your tongue out mischievously. “Thank God I have a big mouth, huh?” 

“...Don’t push it,” He gave you a skeptical smile before pulling you into a deep kiss. 

As you walked into the crowd hand in hand with the one man you had pined for so many years, happier than you could ever believe you could be, you could swear you could hear music playing in the background like the end of a rom-com. 

Fallin' in love was another foolish thing I never really needed,

But you were the first to change my mind.

You're knocking me off of my horse

And here I lay, fallen and defeated.

I'd leave it all behind for this foolish thing of mine.

[park-jimin-isnt-real]

i'm gonna take my last exam for this semester (WHOO-HOOOOO) and then imma empty out my drafts lmao there are way too many posts just chilling in here and it's about time they were seen by other people

[blue-nardo]

Oh no, there's three of them

CONGRATULATIONS!! 🎉 New twin just dropped 😝 - Glass

DISASTER TWINS ARE GETTING AN UPGRADE TO DISASTER TRIPLETS WHOO HOOOOO

[resetting37]

just realized my toyhouse literature draft didn't save, so I have to start the last chapter all over whoo hooooo

just kidding that's a boooooo

[frogsandfries]

Whoo-hoo-hooooo!! Whee-hee-heeeeee!!!

I'm sooooooo close to being done with this stupid sketchbook. I cannot wait to go back to my smooth printer paper!!! I can work so much faster on smooth paper.

[gordies57]

Whoo Hooooo.....🙏🙏🙏

[dmclemblems]

2 and 3 for the ask game?

the same meme as earlier that i took two months to answer whoo hooooo

2. What’s your least favorite main title?

To be honeeeeest... I think probably FE2? Maybe? I mean FE1 isn’t that great by modern standards but I feel like it’s pretty unfair to judge it solely on that. FE2 I never really got into. The story isn’t bad and it’s interesting for what it is, but the gameplay was just not my thing I guess? I don’t even hate it, it just never appealed to me. The thing about FE1/11 is that they have the perks of having a small handful of characters I love, as compared to FE2 which just... didn’t. I can’t really say Awakening because it did have the perk of the old characters being usable even in the main story maps which was fun for me, and the gameplay itself wasn’t bad. I know Fates had a lot of issues but I didn’t totally hate it, and there were characters I did like even if only a few, so both of those games still somewhat top FE2.

SoV is kinda in the same situation for now. I might play it completely one day, but I couldn’t really get into it and didn’t get far when a friend let me borrow it.

i should say it’s fe3 just because wolf dies in that one, but i guess i’ll forgive intsys since they fixed that in fe12

3. What titles have you played?

All of the mainline ones except SoV, unless you count the very short amount of time I started it and just didn’t get into it. I didn’t play the first Warriors game. The ones I only played once ages ago are 1, 2, 3, and 6, though I hope to replay 6 sometime. I mainly just tried out 1 and 3 to try to play all of them and have the original experience of the remakes, so I probably won’t play them again. It’s been a while since I played 5 and I only played it... once or maybe twice? I’ll probably play it again sometime though. 7 and 8 I grew up with so I played those a lot when I was younger but haven’t recently (I did play them a good handful of times). 11 I played a couple times, 12 a few times, and 13/14 are in the same boat (a small few). 4 I played... a lot, like I think 17 times lol. 10 I played... five, six times? 9 I played... like... 22 times lmfao. Granted I also grew up with 9 and I loved it. It was my favorite before I played 4 but I never really stopped playing it. Sometimes I just randomly pick it back up and do a run or two out of nowhere after not touching it for a good while. 4 and 9 (and 10 even if I haven’t played it as much) are the ones I always love coming back to, no matter how many times I’ve played it the exact same way as before. In FE9 especially, I don’t really change up who I use. In FE4 you can at least use different pairings for inheritance and all, so I’ve done that once in a while, here and there... but not often at all. I just play them the same way almost every time and somehow I still have fun lol.

[harryforvogue]

Ive just completed readin the prologueee!!!! Soo excited to be indulged in your new fic Sarah!!!! And just a question Where is Faiz from?? He is using terms like jaan e man and dhokebaaz

so the story takes place juuuust before india becomes a british colony. it's not called india just yet, but for the sake of the story, we can call it india (and not british raj) just to not confuse things. faiz and ruhina are both indian and english nationalities. faiz mostly speaks english but he likes to call harry names in urdu and tease him with speaking in a language harry doesn't know.

we'll get to learn more about faiz and ruhina later when aaliyah forms a friendship with them!

[skyland2703]

With all the crazy ramblings we've had, here's more NSFW letters, whoo! B, K, P, U

I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!! Life had been shit.

ANYWAY HECKYL'S SEX LIFE :D My favorite topic of conversation (as you very well know by now *grin*)!

B = Body Part: Hmmm okay so Heckyl likes the shoulders. He finds that little joint/depressiyon right over the collar bone, and all the way to the part where it joins the shoulder and neck, as his favorite. There's two reasons for that: one, it's as if it was actually. built to put his chin there and lie there with the person he's with atm. It feels so soft, and offers a perfect crooning spot. Heckyl positively loves it. Another thing he's got going for that spot is the fact that kissing, sucking and biting there makes his partner squirm in pleasure because of some special nerves present there... not only that, it's damn close to the face and offer such intimacy <3 he totally loves it.

K = Kink: Electrostimulation, actually. He likes giving small jolts of his own body's electricity to his partner while they're fucking, nowhere sensitive, maybe casually release some electricity when they link hands during sex, or alternatively, during foreplay, if he's running his fingers across his partner's skin. He likes seeing what it does to his partner, when they come in contact with his electricity. It also brings a wide smirk to his face.

P = Pace: Heckyl's REALLY not the type of guy who would take things slow. He'd like to get going, rough, and fast, and hard, almost animalistically, IF he's on top. If he's on the receiving end, he's got a bit of a double standard. On the receiving end, he'd like to be taken slowly, sensually, and being savoured. It fuels his ego a bit, and it's not like he doesn't like to be manhandled, and all that... he just likes being taken care of more. And if asked, he can go slow, he'd like to, if his partner tells him to. But if he's granted the consent to do as he pleases, he would prefer the rougher, quicker pace.

U = Unfair: Oh ho ho hooooo. He L O V E S teasing. He finds it appealing and basically driving his partner to that level of insane horniness with his teasing is what he likes to call the "Art of Sexual Teasing" to "build up Appetite". The idea of 'wanting what I can't have' in this moment increases anticipation and arousal, and Heckyl knows just how to get it done. He'd flirt all day, (and he's damn good at it anyway) casual foreplay, which is always cut off from his side before reaching any sort of fruition, teasing, stimulation, and all that good stuff till his partner is basically raving mad for him... and well... Y'all know what happens after that...

THANKS FOR THE ASK!!!!!!!!!! 😃

[lacking-hydration]

Sometimes I just

🎶For open sOOoOoOrCE (whoo-hoOooO~) 🎵

[nobleclover]

Ask Box Now OPEN!!!!!

WHOO - HOOOOO!!!! FINALLY you can ask me about my OCs! Not just my Cuphead, BATIM or Undertale OCs or any OCs belonging to a specific fandom, but also my personal OCs like Milo, Primrose, Jake, Úna and many more! I’ll come out with some more character/reference sheets as time goes on so that you’ll learn more about them. However, some questions I may avoid depending on spoilers, so I’ll only address them once I have released my own stories. 

Thanks for reading and ASK AWAY!!!