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jamneuromain · 2 years

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Masterlist

Hello everybody :)))

I write for Chris Evans / Mads Mikkelsen and their characters (for now). Requests are opened. If you are interested, feel free to check out my stories. Unless specified, the stories are finished one-shots. Minors please don't interact. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

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Fluff: 💕 Angst: 🥀 Smut: 🔥 Dark: 🌑 Finished: ✓

Hannibal Lecter

Until the Next Time: Hannibal was meeting with his personal psychiatrist to try his personal therapy. (Hannibal Lecter x Original Female Character)🔥

The Lucky Saturday He Met You (Series ✓): One-shots of the stories between Chris (Actor) and You (no use of Y/N). 💕🔥

↑Update: postponed indefinitely because CE has a relationship now.

Multi. Chris Evans Characters

Together Or Not At All: Life as a roommate can be tricky, especially when you are living with Steve Rogers, Johnny Storm, Jake Jensen and Nick Grant. You opted to be a therapist, but things didn’t turn out exactly as planned… (Steve Rogers x Reader, Johnny Storm x Reader, Jake Jensen x Reader, Nick Gant x Reader) A collaboration with @rogerswifesblog/ @rogerswifesblog-updates. 💕🔥

Highway to Hell: A failed mission brought you once again back on earth, a punishment that’s more pleasurable than you'd normally expect punishments to be. Your punishment? Corrupting people’s thoughts. It’s easy, in a very simple way: sexual pleasure. Turns out no man can resist such a beauty like you.

And who were you? Oh, just the devil's child.

(Steve Rogers x Reader, Andy Barber x Reader, Curtis Everett x Reader, Ari Levinson x Reader, Lloyd Hansen x Reader, Jake Jensen x Reader) Anotherrr collaboration with @rogerswifesblog/ @rogerswifesblog-updates. 🌑💕🔥

Mr. & Mrs. Levinson: Mr. & Mrs. Smith AU. A story about how being enemies saved their marriage. (Ari Levinson x Original Female Character) 🥀💕🔥

Your Man: Cowboy AU. You find out a dirty secret of Ari's... (Ari Levinson x You) 💕

Grind Me Down: Omegaverse AU. You're in your heat, but Ari has something else in mind... (Ari Levinson x You) 💕🔥

You Had Me Before Hello: College AU, in which you are a new student on campus, and you met a handsome Librarian. (Ari Levinson x You) 💕🔥

Drabble Why "Buttercup"？💕

Drabble Distraction 💕🔥

Wild Child (Series): Royalty AU. You fake a relationship to avoid your upcoming marriage. (Ari Levinson x You) 💕🥀🔥 (newly updated)

A Work in Progress (WIP): Actor AU. Being a secret fan of the handsome actor, Ari Levinson, you have decided to pick up the pen and write fanfiction for him ... and a co-star.

Love and War (WIP): Bodyguard AU. Your father hired a bodyguard to protect your safety. Inspiration

Puppy Love (WIP): Werewolf AU. You picked up a poor little pupp at your doorstep... whoops, it's not a puppy.

Shower: College AU. You want to shower, but you can't. Because you are waiting for Steve, your best friend. (Steve Rogers x You) 💕

When Pigs Fly: Is there a chance for Captain America, to be your friend? (Steve Rogers x You) 💕

False Alarm: You, the sister of Tony Stark, is in a secret relationship with Steve, that Tony doesn't know about. (Steve Rogers x You) 💕

T-minus...: Steve is about to be late for his recording. Luckily, you're there to drag him out of his bed. (Steve Rogers x You)💕

Lie Still, Look Pretty: All you need to do is lie still, look pretty <3 (Steve Rogers x You) 🌑🥀🔥

I Knew You Were Trouble: Life Lesson: There's always going to be a coworker that you don't like. (Steve Rogers x You) 💕

A Proper Nest: Steve wants to build a proper nest for his upcoming heat. (Steve Rogers x You) 💕🔥

My Forget-me-not (Series):

Waking up at a hospital with a head injury, surrounded by strange people, and of course, you are desperate to go home.

Wait, where is your home? And more importantly, who are you??

(Steve Rogers x You) A collab with @rogerswifesblog / @rogerswifesblog-updates 💕🥀

Dancing in the Daydream (Series): College AU. Andy Barber is the lecturer for your class Creative Writing. (Andy Barber x You) 🥀💕🔥🌑

Lloyd Hansen

A Whiff of Blood (Series √): Mob AU. It is a dumb idea to be working for Lloyd when you have hemophobia. (Mob!Lloyd x Secretary!You) 🥀💕🌑 (newly updated)

Captain Syverson

Mean Daddy Part 2 : Your mean daddy comes home :] 💕🔥 (newly updated)

Some random ideas about:

Mob & Mob AU: Steve Rogers x OFC

Centaur AU: Ari Levinson x You/Reader

Bodyguard AU: Ari Levinson x OFC

-Drabble: Overstimulation 🔥

Demon AU: Ari Levinson x You/Reader

Favorite: Dark!priest!Ari x innocent/naive!reader

On you lap: Ransom, Jake, Johnny 💕

In Heat: Steve, Andy, Ari, Lloyd 💕🔥

DBF AU: Lloyd Hansen x You/Reader 🌑🔥

Jammy's 500 Followers' Celebration

The Slumber Party Present Bingo (✓)

More stories can be read on AO3, but I can't promise all of them are in English :P

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dbnightingale24 · 3 months

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Just some news and updates for y’all 🎉🎉

So, my Pete Brenner story is finished (yay!! 🎉🎉) and it’s gonna be the first story I post to my Patreon, which I will start charging for. Any story 20,000+ words or more, I’m going to charge for. HOWEVER, I am going to go back to my other stories and finish those, and I won’t charge for the smaller stories. I won’t charge for any WIPs, because that’s kinda fucked (and by kinda, I mean completely). I hope you guys still enjoy and follow along with me!! Thank you all so much!! ♥️💕♥️💕🥰🥰

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royalwriteroftheuniverse · 2 years

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Nightmare part 2 (Part one here)

Dont repost anywhere online or print reblog snd feedbacks are welcome.

Warningw are angst a whole lotta angst steve thinking the reader(female wanted to hurt herself she doesnt) Steve being a Shmuck and thick headed. Steve completely missing the points.. so hes basically acting like a man lol

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"It wasn't that," I paused. Trying to figure out how to expain this to Sam in this "counciling session" on an empty flior witj two odly shapped red couches, modern isn't word maybe avant gauard. They face eachother and almost come to a point at one end which is why or how rather Sam and he4 were so close together I know steves job. I qlways knew it and it wasn't that. I wouldn't have even dated him if that was an issue. I mean it's sorta like being a cop but he comes back to me dirty and bloody its not even the dirt. Its the blood. Like ," I paused and its his blood. Its not like he says its not my blood. He just i hate seeing him covered in blood walking around like it's....paint from working at a preschool with kids. And the way he treats me. I felt like he more or less pushed valium on me. I mean i know if I had said no he would've gone ok but then listed why I shud take it Nd hiw itll help make me feel better. Like I just give in not wanting the conversation because its not the conversation I want to have with him even this he just told you he didn't talk to me first rhat you should talk to sam hes a counselor or talk to someone like he thought I was going to kill myself and this is hw he handles it. Know I know why he goes through girlfriends. Man doesn't freaking talk." Sam just kinda stared at me listening and nodding. "God I'm sorry Sam," I dropped my shoulder and put my head in my hands. "I know you and Steve are best friends and I dont mean to talk about your best friends like that it's just frustrating. I feel like we're playing a game of freaking telephone i say something he tell you then you tell me theen I tell tou and you'll tell him and then hell talk to me i mean it's just." I was getting frustratingly upset.... if that's even a word. "Hold up. First I'm not going to tell Steve shit. As far as I'm concerned this session is between you qnd me. You could tell me you killed someone and I'd say nothing ok. And secondly. You're right. Steve should have talked to you. And he never shohld pressure you to take meds. The dude's intense. If you feel like you need to give in to him or else. It's not healthy. Look I love Steve like you said he's my best friend and as much as I... your relationship isn't just about him. It's about you too. And if you can't handle it you can't no one will blame you or fault you. Especially Steve.

"Sam you dont get it. He." I swollow "I mean we're living togeather. I thought it was fast. But I'd felt so happy around him and I thought I wanted that all the time but it's it's not like that." "Did you tell him how you feel?" "Oh yea sam that make sense. How many hydra ya kill save any hotigaes by the way btween you relaxing for 12 hours mission deprefeffibg and then the next brief and sleeping and eating cause you you leave again in two days need to tell you you gotta talk to me diffrent. Bye have fun.' When do I talk to him?"

"You need to look I know Steve he doesn't want yiu to be unhaply. He's doing what he thinks is good for you. But if its not you need to tell him."

"How. Can he join us? Like here come to one?" Sam sat up to tell her no. "Well I-" "Friday where is Steve?" "Captain Rogers is in the gym." "Can you have him come up to meet me and Sam?"

Sam watched as Steve entered the room and she started to shrink a bit. Her shoulders dripped a little she curled up a bit. Even after Steve gave her a kiss. Before sitting on the couch across from Sam. "What the hell is going on here?" He thought watching the strong girl who insisted Steve come dissapeared. "How's it going? How do you feel babe?" While Steve had his hand on her leg and looked at her briefly he immediately looked at Sam. She watched the scene. Sam gestured to her She looked at Sam, who only provided two words- “Go on" "Steve, wa-" she took a deep breath looking at the floor. "Why didn't you talk to me and go right to Sam?" "Well you said-" "I’m not suicidal. I was talking about us. I-" she paused and sighed, "I dont think I can do," she took a breath "us anymore. You didn't even think to talk to me? And you just." She looked at Steve and he was just taking in the information. And trying not to show how hurt he is. Another girlfriend leaving. "Steve you, you just. I felt like you forced the valium on me and didnt give me a chance to think. And everytime I say no it's an argument and its besides the fact that it woudir wouldnt help. I just felt like I had to give in. I had to take it. But this Steve?" She gestured. "This is beyond ridiculous. And you don't get it don't get how... isolating things can get either I everyone hates me the agents treat me like a, I dont know and, your teemates?" she finally turned and looked up at Steve and sighed, "I mea. Minus Sam I- Steve no on wants me here." She starts to tear up. "That's not true." "Steve you don't see it. "The other agents just stop talking when I'm around. Someone told me your other girlfriends got agents in trouble and on desk duty so they're scared me of me practically or mad I don't know all I know if I'm universally ignored... by everyone." Steve opened his mouth to say something but she continued, "And the rest of your "team mates"," she used air quotes, " the avengers. I see how they look at me. Tony side eying me, Nat is constantly sizing me up. I know Bruce is quiet anyway and Clints been nice but I haven't really seen him. Haven't met Thor so..." She leaned back and crossed her arms with a huff. "Well I-" Steve didnt know what to say. His eyes were blinking. The only thought that he had was- "So that's it its over?" She rolled her eyes, "That's what you took from the whloe thing is that we're over?"

She rolled her eyes, "That's what you took from the whle thing is that we're over?" "Well yes." His eyes were wide unable to understand why she didnt understand his concern was for her to be with her fuck the of the team, screw the other agents. He wanted her to stay. Her mouth dropped open in disbelief. And Sam could see she was getting angry and Steve was missing the points. "Ok lets take a breather. Steve she was saying that she feels alone not welcome which we can address with the team later,” Sam looked her way with an assuring nod. “But, did you hear what she said about what you did by comming to me?" "Yea that she meant it was us and not her." "So you 100% thought she was going to harm herself?" "Yes I -I mean she never..." "Never what Steve?" "Never said she was unhappy with us and when I heard her say she couldnt do it anymore I was scared terrified that I'd come back one day and find her on the floor. I've" Steve turned to her, took her hand which she allowed. He moved towards her and caressed her cheek. "I've lost so many people. I've lost so many soilders or have had them wounded and then now agents get hurt and we lost them sometimes, I lose them but I can't lose you. And the thought of you being scared snd unhappy to the point where youd end you was terrifing. Morr than anything. Friday wouldn't know if you took a razor or too many pills. And I'd walk in from a mission and find you gone id never be able to forgive myself. So the first thing I thought was to get you help and I know you and Sam do get along and he's my best friend. And I love you." "So you thought shouving a pill down my throat was ok?" "I know Valiums helps people and if yoh were sleeping you couldnt hurt yourself while I was at the briefing. "But Steve if you really thought It was that bad why didn't you talk to me?" "I didn't want to waste any time. Time is too precious to me." She "Then why are you never there?" She was raising her voice, "And You thought shoving a pill-" "Lets all just calm down," he turned to Steve, "Why didn't you ask her what she meant. And she said she feels like you are very, well what did you say?" "Distant at time. Forceful and you dont think about me. And you're always gone." Steve for once has no idea what to say. "You're overwheling Steve. It can be too much for me." "How am I overwhelming and always gone?"

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saiyanprincessswanie · 2 years

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Week 96

Welcome to Week 96

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

My Masterlist click HERE

Please make sure you are reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

Page-break by @whimsicalrogers & Header by @chaotictarlos

If you can, please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.

I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Civil War Brooklyn - Chp 3 - (Steve x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Second Chance - Chp 3 - (Andy x Reader) - @inlovewiththefictionalcharacters

Peace & Love - Chp 7 - Chp 8 - Chp 9 - (Bucky x Reader) - @fictional-affairs

Gone, baby - Part 3 - (Lloyd x Reader) - @wayward-blonde

I am His and He is Mine - (Andy x Reader) - @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Girlfriend boyfriend, Girlfriend boyfriend - Part 1- (Stucky x Reader) - @sidepartskinnyjeans

Home at Last - Chp 3 - (Steve x Reader) - @lokislastlove

Icarus - Chp 2 - (Billy x Reader) - @esse-writing

Sweet Nothings - Part 2 - (Bucky x Reader) - @metalbuckaroo

An Unexpected Matchmaker - (Jensen x Reader) - @writercole

Repopulate (Epilogue) - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld

I Really Love Being Your Friend - Part 8 - (Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim

True Friends Stab You in the Front - (Steve x Reader) - @cockslut-padalecki

Where Love Blooms - (Sam x Reader) - @lovelyavengers

Never Enough - (Ari x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Boys in Bed with Books - (15) - (Lee x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Monkey See, Monkey Do - Chapter 4 - @spectre-posts @wiypt-writes

I Will Be Your Last - (Mr Freezy x Reader) - @the-iceni-bitch

Dites "Je T'aime" En Multiple: parfois, vous avez besoin d'un public - (Steve x Reader x Peggy) - @imanuglywombat

Boys in Bed with Books - (16) - (Ransom x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

You didn’t notice me - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Riding On - Chp 24 - (Frank x OFC) - @wiypt-writes

gimme an M, gimme a U - (Ari x Reader, Jake x Reader) - @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Double Trouble - (Steve K x Reader, Nick x Reader) - @dreamlessinparis

The Birdcage - Chp 4 - @caffiend-queen

Debauched, Deranged and Defiled - (Lloyd x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

When Two Become Three (Part 2) - (Steve x Reader x Bucky) - @myfictionaldreams

Your Filthy Heart - Part 2 - (Bucky x Reader) - @sweeterthanthis

Matters of the Heart - (Scott x Reader) - @dreamlessinparis

Two Bosses - Part 6 - (Ransom x Reader, Steve x Reader) - @labella420

Yenzy’s - fucking - shirt - (Jake x Reader) - @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Goldilocks & the Three Men: Prologue - @georgiapeach30513

Kiss my skin - (Steve x Reader) - @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Sunrise - Part 3 - (Bucky x Reader) - @wkemeup

No Judgements - (Andy x Reader) - @gotnofucks

Home At Last - Part 4 - (Steve Rogers x reader) - @lokislastlove

Nemesis - Part 2 Chp 3 - (Frank C x Reader, Billy x Reader) - @plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms

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ronearoundblindly · 1 year

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Ro's Bi-Weekly Edit

January 15th - January 28th, 2023

In case you missed any of the posted fics/ficlets this week, here's a quick list with snippets of each!

Five series, mini-series, and one-shot additions for your reading pleasure.

The Root of All Ransom, Part Two, Rated Mature Ransom Drysdale x rich!Reader

The one thing Ransom is not around you is bored. There are people who try so damn hard, thinking whatever makes them likable is good, but none of it is real. At best, they turn out warped, misunderstood because no one knows fuck-all about them. Everything’s been curated. Everything’s been forced. That behavior has always been brutally obvious to him. He grew up surrounded by people faking everything about themselves, disingenuous people. Harlan is the only person who did not put on a front for him. They’re the same that way, but his grandfather allows people to play their little games in front of him, using the intrigue in his novels; Ransom simply tells people to fuck off and does whatever he wants. What occurs to Ran now is you don’t do anything for him. You don’t tailor your behavior to appeal to him in any way, and in fact, you seem to deliberately refuse to be appealing. You’re so obviously uninterested in most of the things Ransom spends his days (and nights) on that he wonders. He rethinks every encounter trying to pinpoint where something changed for you because why else would you pay him any mind whatsoever. He’s searching for warning signs that you’ve taken this the wrong way. He can’t let you expect something from him. Expectations are predictable. Predictable is boring. You are not boring.

Formation, Rated Mature/Dark Challenge Entry, Lloyd Hansen x Reader

He always desires that. It happens at different stages during the night but it always happens. Tonight is one of the rare times he starts slow. The day must have been bad. How can the day be worse when every day Lloyd lives is bad? You'll never ask though. You would never demand anything of him, not even to come. You've learned. You know better. You've been trained.

Wedding, from Book One of The Stark Legacy series Tony Stark's Daughter coming of age adventure

“Champagne?” Sam looked at him quizzically, adjusting her shawl across her shoulders and arms. “You’re old enough right?” “In several countries,” she said, “not this one.” “I won’t tell,” Tony mumbled, swiveling to grab one of the pre-poured flutes from down the bar and handed it over. His eyes flicked toward the tables. “You and that boy seem cozy.” His daughter blushed, rousing mixed feelings in Tony. Love and affection: he could remember the beginning but also the end, and now he resisted watching Sam go through the same. She didn’t take his bait. “How are Big Sam and Parker?” Tony hardly let the pour end before ripping the glass up to his lips. He tapped again. “They’ll be fine. We’ll all be fine.”

The Root of All Random, Part Three, Rated Mature Ransom Drysdale x rich!Reader

For a split second, he contemplates setting the bag on fire and returning its charred remains to you or Linda or both, but instead, he stares at the beautiful thing with narrowed eyes again. He’s such a whore for nice things; he can’t damage it. In his mind, Ransom thinks about how he’ll eventually get bored with it. The bag won’t always look shiny and new. It won’t always be top quality when newer versions come out. He’ll throw it away like all the other stuff. It’s replaceable. It’s not special. It could be one of a kind, and he should not care because it’s just a bag. He doesn’t give a shit about it. He doesn’t give a shit about anything. Then he thinks about his car. It is not new. He is not bored. He sees all the new models and fucking hates them. None are his. It’s special to him, and he knows it’s just a car. His car has never made him look bad. His car has never made him feel exposed. No one has ever looked at his car and thought “what’s a car like you doing with a guy like him” or some stupid shit because it’s just a fucking car.

Waking, from Book Two of The Stark Legacy series Tony Stark's Daughter coming of age adventure

Sam noticed a bit of formula that intrigued her. He was still trying to harness the energy of the infinity stones in a controlled environment, pairing them to be precise. The problem seemed to be what carrier mechanism to use. Bruce saw how Sam studied the screen and started to tilt the monitor away from her. “That’s not…You shouldn’t have anything to do with that—” “Ya know, if you could,” Sam interjected, looking away, fumbling with junk on the counter,, “use the mind and soul stones to recreate Vision. Aunt Wanda would love that. But he would only be a close approximation, assuming you have as much footage of his mannerisms and speech pattern. Oh, but that would be Jarvis.” Sam slipped Missy into the pile while she replaced each piece sloppily. “There is still the possibility you would generate an alternate personality, like a psychopathic robot killer, oh wait…Tony did that. Wanda may kill literally everyone if you dangled him in front of her enough.” She had to walk a fine line between irritating Bruce, but not angering him, and giving him more to think about on top of all of his current work. “Sam, how do you know anything about,” he waved his arm into the paused screen, “this?” She was no actress, but she had the brainpower to over-analyze most of her performance and correct herself. “That's why I'm here, Bruce, because I'm drowning in a bunch of information I already know, and I want, I need something new!” She removed her cap and rubbed the exposed stubble of hair in frustration, and demanded, “so for the love of all innovation, can you throw me a bone?” Sam saw a tiny light come on at the base of her tablet. Blindspot had started. Missy was in action. However, she hadn’t intentionally distracted the doctor with her itchy head.

A/N: Been a crazy couple of weeks. Fewer posts than normal but they are some chonks. Yes, 'The Root of All Ransom' is now 5 parts, up from the originally planned 3, but...no one is surprised.

See you in February!

#ro's bi weekly edit #writing wip #the root of all ransom #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale fanfiction #tony stark fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfiction #original female character #lloyd hansen fanfiction #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen smut

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buckyswifesblog · 1 year

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Having an affair with Andy Barber pt 4

Pairing; Andy barber x reader × ransom Drysdale

Summary: Ransom begin abusive and cheated

Warnings: language

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When andy and yn was doing the interview, Andy ask her who was the boy she was with yn say that it was her bf. Deep down Andy knew that something was going on between her and her bf at the other hand andy was lucky he has found the perfect assistant for him but what yn didn't know is that ransom was cheating on her with her friend Albina

Albina was jealous of y since she got everything she need it so has revenge Albina and ransom had sex, ransom didn't care if he cheated on yn or not

Albina: when are u going to break up with that bitch

Ransom: son enough sweetheart I need to used her

Albina: ok love just don't fuck her

Ransom: nah wtf

Next day

Yn was so excited since it was the last day of university she work so hard to get that diploma while ransom on the other hand he just getting graduated without any career since he thought him and yn will be together for a long time (ur dress, high heels and hair )

After the graduation n and ransom went to find an apartment together since n was staring her new job and needed a place to be close to her job

Ransom has stay with his family do it him waiting to get the money from his grandpa, after an argument between ransom and yn, ransom was super pissed that he hit yn across the face and she broke her arm in the fall

Yn was shocked and scared since ransom never hit her or be this mad at her just for. Little comment, Andy on their hand he didn't believe yn in why she come to work with her arm broken

Andy needed it to do something asp but without proof he can't but ransom to jail

Andy saw the yn has change a lot she wasn't the same girl he meet or hired

#chris evans #chris evans imagine #chris evans x reader #chris evans x original female character #ransom drydale x you #ransom drysdale #reading

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leiamorgainedelalune · 2 years

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Stately Lover

Ransom Drysdale/OC

Natalie Jacobs-Wright was the one Ransom Drysdale let get away. He hadn't seen her in five years when she and her husband moved back to Boston, with a four year old daughter, Jillian, in tow. The last time they'd crossed paths was when she was trying to get him to talk her out of marrying Marcus Wright. Marcus was the man she ran to when he hurt her and drove her away. Now that she's back in Boston, they can't seem to stop running into each other. Then one night it seems fate intervenes when she shows up on his doorstep with Jillian in her arms, beaten and bruised looking for somewhere to hide that Marcus can't find her. It's then Ransom will find out that Natalie has become a far different woman that the one whose heart he had broken and he wanted to help her. The truth was his heart still held onto how much he felt for her all those years ago. It was his fear that caused him to push her away then and he wasn't afraid anymore. He was now determined to prove how he felt and help her in every way she needed help. Ransom Drysdale was ready to be the better man that he knew Natalie deserved. With the things that Marcus had put her through would she be willing to accept this changed Ransom? Is it a chance she's willing to take? What other secrets lie between the two former lovers? Will Natalie be able to truly escape Marcus even with Ransom's help? Is true happiness achievable for them on any level?

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Ransom Drysdale Master List

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anonymouslyfamousyeah · 2 years

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Happy Birthday Chris Evans! 🥹

#chris evans #steve rogers #andy barber #ransom drysdale #captain america #gif #steve rogers x reader #andy barber x you #steve rogers x you #andy barber x reader #ransom drysdale x you #ransom drysdale x reader #steve rogers x original female character #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #happy birthday #happy birthday chris evans

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sarah-in-disguise · 2 years

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Open It

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader (Knives Out AU - no murder here!)

Warnings: swear words, shouting, multiple medical terms and phrases (PCOS, cancer, mass, fertility, pregnancy, etc.), angst, fluff, soft!Ransom (at least with the reader). Flashbacks in italics.

Summary: Over the course of a few short hours, your life flipped upside down. Plans for yourself. Your future with Ransom. All the pieces you’d used to build a foundation for your future, blown away in the breeze. What does your future look like now? And, most importantly, will Ransom be in it?

Word Count: 3032

A/N: This story is very personal for me, but I know a lot of you here on Tumblr can relate. It was a very cathartic process to write it all down and get it all out. While I have a great support system of family and friends to help me through this situation (read more about what’s going on here), I can’t help but daydream and wonder how one of my favorite CE characters would react. I love soft!Ransom, so I hope this delivered!

Disclaimer: I do NOT consent to have my work posted, translated or published to any third-party site or app. This is a work of fiction and I do not own any characters in this story. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer. Moodboard picture sources are Google and Canva.

Make sure to check out my masterlist!

Numb.

You didn’t know any other word to describe how you were feeling right now. Over the course of a few short hours, your life flipped upside down. Plans for yourself. Your future with Ransom. All the pieces you’d used to build a foundation for your future, blown away in the breeze.

A few months ago, your PCOS started acting up. This wasn’t all that uncommon - most people with PCOS noticed different symptoms every few years as their hormone levels changed. Originally, your symptoms had been more of an inconvenience than anything else. Long, heavy periods, an occasional migraine, a bit more facial hair. Everything was easy to fix with a birth control pill and a mild hormone replacement pill that you took twice a day.

When you started seeing Ransom two years ago, you didn’t even mention it to him at first. Ransom’s reputation clearly preceded himself, and neither of you were looking for anything serious. A year into your relationship, you forced him to at least sit down and discuss where this was headed. After admitting to each other that you’d never been happier, you set aside a few days for a long weekend getaway to discuss things further.

Surprisingly, both of you were open to marriage and to the idea of kids someday. You also agreed that neither of you were ready for those steps anytime soon - you were both relatively young, and he didn’t want to rush in and have this relationship turn out like his toxic parents or other family members. The only piece you were adamant about was that you wanted to be married before having kids, and Ransom didn’t have any problems with that, either.

He’d even given you his pinky ring that weekend as a promise ring of sorts, telling you to keep it until he had something more permanent for you in the future.

You’d brought up your PCOS that weekend, and even after talking about how it might impact your fertility someday, Ransom assured you it wasn’t an issue. In his words, “I’ve got money if we need to go down that road, sweet girl. Don’t worry about it”

And you hadn’t, until a few hours ago.

When you went in for your yearly checkup with your OBGYN last month, you’d brought up a few new symptoms you had experienced. Again, this wasn’t uncommon to have changing symptoms as you got older, so your doctor ordered a few tests to see what was up. “Just a formality,” she explained. “It will help us rule a few things out so we know what our next steps should be.”

Except this morning, you found out that the tests didn’t rule anything out. Instead, they found the culprit - a softball-sized mass on one of your ovaries.

The good news was that it wasn’t likely cancerous, but they would biopsy it when it was removed just to make sure.

The bad news was…more complicated.

“Since you have history on both sides of your family of endometrial and ovarian cancer, plus you have history in your family of getting cancer at an early age, I strongly recommend you get a full hysterectomy in the next two to three years.”

Your mind was swimming with information and everything was coming at you so fast, but the only response suitable for this situation was simple.

“What?”

With a look of sympathy, your doctor continued. “I know we’d discussed how your PCOS would work with your future plans for having kids in five or six years, but based on how fast this mass came up, I’m strongly suggesting we move that plan up if we can. There’s just too much risk waiting around a few extra years when they will likely lead to another mass and a high risk for cancer.”

“Oh.” Looking down at your hands, you nervously start fiddling with Ransom’s pinky ring. It was a nervous habit of yours - one Ransom learned soon after he gave you that ring. Unfortunately, Ransom wasn’t there to notice.

Sitting on your bed, you were still twisting that ring around your finger. Ransom would be home soon, and you still didn’t have any idea how you were going to tell him. Sure, he knew you were going into the doctor, but you were both expecting this to be a minor appointment. An adjustment to a medication. Maybe even a few more tests to narrow results down.

Not a softball-sized mass and a hysterectomy in two or three years, effectively cutting your timeline for marriage and kids in half.

While you should be worrying about your health, you were more concerned with how Ransom would react. What if he wasn’t ready for this timeline? Would he want to take kids off the table? If he was stuck on the timeline and didn’t want to give up kids, how did you fit in that future?

After all this, do you even fit at all?

When you left your doctor’s office, those thoughts were a mere whisper. You knew Ransom, and you were just starting to convince yourself that there was nothing to worry about.

That is until you ran into Linda on the way out to your car.

Exiting the medical plaza, you sit down on a bench outside the front entrance, close your eyes, and take a deep breath. You want to call Ransom, but you know he is in a meeting with a potential new author he and Harlan wanted to bring into Blood Like Wine. He’d drop the meeting for you in a heartbeat, but after a few more deep breaths, you convince yourself you can wait until he gets home.

Fate, however, wanted to throw you one last curveball.

Standing up, you start walking to your car. As you dig in your purse for your keys, you accidentally bump into someone, causing your appointment notes and surgery details to scatter on the ground.

“Excuse me! Do you not have eyes? Do you know who I am?” You knew that disgusted voice anywhere.

Linda.

Before you even think about collecting the paper scattered around you, you muster up a small smile and look up at Ransom’s mother.

“I’m so sorry, Linda. I wasn’t paying attention and I was looking for my keys.”

“Oh, it’s you.” As you start collecting your paperwork, Linda continues. “You look like shit.”

Huffing out a laugh, you continue stuffing papers into your folder. Ransom’s parents, especially Linda, made it very clear from the beginning that they didn’t approve of you. Unlike the endless line of women Linda paraded in front of her only son, you didn’t have a wealthy, well-known family to fall back on.

What you did have was your education, a stable job, and parents who actually loved you - but that didn’t matter to Richard and Linda.

Just then, a breeze came and caused your last piece of paper to take flight. Before it could get too far, Linda used her designer shoe to stomp it to the ground. As you were reaching for it, the paper was snatched up in Linda’s eager hands.

“What even has you so preoccupied that you can’t -”

At Linda’s abrupt stop, your face pales. Your mind scrambles as you stand up. Trying to figure out what piece of paper she managed to snatch up, all thoughts stop as she starts laughing.

Your heart sinks as you confirm your fears, spotting your appointment summary sheet in her hands.

After a few seconds, her laughter dies down. Throwing the paper in your direction, you catch it as she leaves her parting words.

“Ransom was so blind before, but he won’t be able to ignore this. The only reason he’s kept you around is to warm his bed and pop out a few kids when the time comes. Now that you can’t even do that, maybe he’ll see you for what you really are. Worthless.”

Worthless.

That’s the word your mind was playing on repeat as you sat on your bed, spinning that ring round and round.

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t hear the front door slam shut or Ransom’s loud footsteps as they climbed the stairs to your shared bedroom. In fact, you didn’t register anything until your own bedroom door was thrown open, colliding with the wall behind it. Ransom quickly started to pace the room, mumbling incoherent thoughts under his breath. From previous experience, you knew it was best to let him pace and blow off some steam - but you had too much swimming around in your head to remember that today.

“Ran, are you OK?”

Stopping dead in his tracks, he spins to look at you before shouting, “DOES IT LOOK LIKE I’M OK TO YOU?!”

The next events were ones you’d seen early on in your relationship, long before you knew it was best to let him pace and calm himself down. If you let him do that, he’d eventually come to you in an hour or so to calmly discuss his frustrations. If you didn’t let him do that, he often screamed and shouted at whoever was closest and would listen.

Today, that person was you.

“There we were, Harlan and I, meeting with this new author. Everything was going well until Walt walked in and fucked everything up. We almost had the contract finalized before that shithead waltzed in and started bitching about terms of the deal he didn’t even have any fucking say over. Can you believe it?”

On a normal day, you knew whatever Ransom mumbled under his breath wasn’t directed at you.

Unfortunately, today wasn’t normal.

“What a worthless piece of shit.”

A small gasp leaves your mouth as you look up at Ransom. There’s that word again. Worthless. Using the little strength you have left, you look at him and whisper, “what?”

Huffing, he turns to look at you before yelling, “I said, WHAT A WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!”

Faster than your mind can think, your legs carry you to the bathroom. Slamming and locking the door behind you, you collapse to the hard tile as the first sob rips from your chest.

Slowly, Ransom recovers from the initial shock of your reaction and rushes to the bathroom door. Jiggling the handle, he swears under his breath.

“Kitten? I’m sorry for yelling, sweet girl. Can you open up the door for me?” You can’t even hear him over your sobs.

Over the next few minutes, your crying dies down and you finally hear Ransom apologizing and asking you to open the door. Standing up, you scoff at your tear-stained face and puffy eyes in the mirror, but it’s too late to do anything about that now. Slowly, you walk over to the door and open it up, meeting a very concerned Ransom.

Instantly, you’re wrapped in his strong arms, causing the tears to start again. When he starts pressing kisses to your hair, you wrap your own arms around his abdomen and hang on for dear life. Eventually, he picks you up bridal style and sits down on the bed, settling you on his lap. After a few more minutes holding each other in silence, he clears his throat and tips your eyes up to meet his.

“I’m so sorry, kitten. There’s no excuse for blowing up at you like that. You don’t deserve to be treated like that by anyone, let alone me.”

Sensing his regret, you start apologizing as well. “It’s OK, Ransom. You have every right to be frustrated, and I’m usually better about reading the situation and knowing when to leave you alone to calm down. I should’ve just walked away when you came in. It’s just,” sighing, you look down at your hands and start spinning Ransom's ring. “I’ve got too many other things to think about today.”

After a few seconds, Ransom places one large hand over yours to stop your spinning. Using his other hand to tilt your head up to look into his eyes, he responds.

“Stop apologizing, sweet girl. You did nothing wrong. Now,” lifting your hand up, he places a kiss on his ring. “You’ve been spinning this ring since I got home. What’s wrong?”

Looking down at your linked hands, you answer. “Did you remember that I had my follow up appointment with my OBGYN today?”

“Yeah, you mentioned that this morning. What did your doctor say?”

You take a deep breath and let it out and take a moment to study his perfectly blue eyes before you continue. “They found a mass on one of my ovaries.”

Ransom, for once in his life, is speechless.

Taking his silence as an opportunity to continue, you push on. “It’s about the size of a softball, and they’re going to have to surgically remove it and the ovary in a few weeks. They don’t think it’s cancer, but they’ll do a biopsy after surgery to make sure.”

Breathing out a sigh of relief, Ransom smiles and kisses you on your forehead. “Hey, we can get through this, kitten. Surgery isn’t great, but at least the outcome looks good, right?”

Tears start brimming your eyes again and you force yourself to look away from his excited features. Once again, his hands stop yours from twirling his ring. This time, he doesn’t immediately make you look up at him.

“What else is it?”

A few tears roll down your cheeks, but Ransom turns your face towards his to cup your cheeks and wipe them away. “Whatever it is, we’ll get through it.” Pressing his lips to yours for a quick kiss, he pulls back. “I promise.”

Bracing for the worst and hoping for the best, you start the harder half of the conversation.

“Do you remember that trip we took last year when we talked about the future? Like if we were open to marriage, kids, stuff like that?”

“Of course, I do.” It was Ransom’s turn to start fiddling with the ring on your finger. “That’s the trip that I gave you my ring.”

For a brief moment, you catch yourself smiling at the memory. Unfortunately, just as quick as the smile came, it fades away.

“What I’m about to tell you is going to throw a wrench in those plans, Ransom, and I want you to know that I understand if this is a dealbreaker for you. If things are moving too fast and you want someone else who fits the plan we agreed on, I’ll completely understand…”

“KITTEN!” You flinch at Ransom’s sudden outburst, but he’s quick to apologize. “Sorry, but you’ve got to tell me what’s going on. This talking in circles isn’t helping anyone.”

Welp, you think. Here goes nothing.

“Since I have a history of endometrial and ovarian cancer on both sides of my family, my doctor is strongly recommending I get a hysterectomy in the next few years.”

You’re met with silence as Ransom processes through this new information.

“How many years is a few years?”

“Two, maybe three. I don’t think you know this, but I’ve had two female cousins and one aunt get cancer before they turned 30. Because of that, she’s concerned I’ll get cancer at a young age, too. I can’t get ovarian or endometrial cancer if I don’t have those parts inside me anymore, so the sooner I get rid of them, the better. Ultimately, if I want a chance at carrying my own biological children, I need to start trying now.”

Immediately and without any explanation, Ransom dumps you off his lap, gets off the bed, and walks directly into his closet. You jump when you hear a drawer slam, but before you can fully react, Ransom’s back at the bed. Pulling you to sit on the edge, he drops down on one knee in front of you.

Tears fill your eyes as he shows you the ring box in his hand.

“You’ve had to do a lot of talking today, sweet girl, so it’s only fair I get to talk for a while, OK?”

Nodding your head up and down, he smiles.

“Even though we decided on that trip last year we were going to wait and take our time before getting engaged, I knew you were the one. The day after we got back, I contacted our jeweler so we had plenty of time to design the perfect engagement ring. After sending in some pictures of your jewelry and giving some input of my own, we came up with this.” Lifting the closed box up a few inches, he continued.

“The minute I saw it, I immediately knew this ring was meant for this finger.” Picking up your hand, he placed a light kiss on your left ring finger. “I knew right then and there I was ready to marry you. Hell, I’ve almost proposed twice in the last few months, but I knew we had a plan - and I know you well enough by now that once you make a plan, you stick to it. But you know what I think?”

“What?”

With a smug grin, he responds. “I think this is the universe’s way of telling our plan to fuck off.”

For the first time all day, you release a full blown laugh - and the smile on Ransom’s face couldn’t get any bigger.

“We can get married today, we can get married next month, or we could wait ten years. No matter when it happens, I know for a fact that I’ll always choose you. So, we can throw our plans out the window or I can put this box away and save it for a few years down the road. Either way, I’ll always end up with you, sweet girl. So, what do you say? Am I opening this or not?”

Without thinking, you pull Ransom’s face to yours and devour his lips with an eager kiss. Tangling your hands in his hair to pull him closer, he wraps his arms around your waist to draw you in. Your body buzzes from the passion and lack of air, and soon you’re forced to break apart to breathe.

It isn’t a hard decision, so why wait?

“Open it.”

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jesevans · 1 year

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I posted 1,787 times in 2022

That's 1,787 more posts than 2021!

67 posts created (4%)

1,720 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@imaginedreamwrite

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I tagged 612 of my posts in 2022

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#captain america - 37 posts

#bucky barnes - 32 posts

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#the gray man - 23 posts

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#original female character - 19 posts

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Longest Tag: 98 characters

#alpha!ari levinson x omega!reader x alpha!ransom drysdale x omega!jake jensen x alpha!steve rogers

My Top Posts in 2022:

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Just watched Lightyear. I cried, I laughed, and I loved it. It’s so sweet. 💙💙💙

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*****SPOILER ALERT*****

So, in 1943 with one of the chorus girls…

I should hope so 😏

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My #1 post of 2022

Chris in brown leather

What do we think, 2011 or 2022?

Mike Weiss in Puncture or new pics from Red One?

@imaginedreamwrite @cadencejames87 @wiypt-writes @angrythingstarlight @wayward-blonde @labella420 @syntheticavenger @jtargaryen18 @onsunnyside @wkemeup @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @georgiapeach30513 @time-for-a-lullaby @navybrat817 @kthynes @universitypenguin @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @musingsinmoonlight and anyone else who loves Chris Evans!

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cassieb1617 · 1 year

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ABOUT ME

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Hello everyone! I‘m Cassie, my pronouns are she/her and I‘m 21. I come from Germany so English is not my first language, my zodiac sign is Sagittarius and my Hogwarts house is Slytherin. I‘m also a big Marvel and Harry Potter nerd which is what this blog is about.

I, at first, made this blog to read fanfiction about my favourite Harry Potter characters but then decided to write some of them myself, later on I began watching the Marvel movies and started writing for my favourite MCU characters as well.

All the gifs I use are not mine unless specifically stated, they are taken from Pinterest or from here on Tumblr. You can see the original gif-maker when you tap on the light grey name under the gif on the right side. The pictures like the header image in my navigation are nace by me and my divider as well.

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A little disclaimer: neither the Harry Potter universe nor the Marvel Universe belongs to me. Everything that you read is purely fictional!

In my earlier fics I used (y/n) but later on stopped using it. All my readers are female or gender neutral and I won‘t write male readers. Please respect that. I try not to describe the reader‘s features like eye colour, skin colour, etc so everyone feels included, inform me if something is incorrect (unless specifically given e.g. gamer!reader).

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The characters I write for:

Harry Potter:

James Potter

Remus Lupin

Regulus Black

Lily Evans

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Hermione Granger

Ginny Weasley

Marvel:

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Pietro Maximoff

Wanda Maximoff

Natasha Romanoff

Misc:

Chris Evans

Ari Levinson (The Red Sea Diving Resort)

Andy Barber (Defending Jacob)

Frank Adler (Gifted)

Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)

Lloyd Hansen (The Gray Man)

Billy Loomis (Scream 1996)

Stu Macher (Scream 1996)

Sam Carpenter (Scream V)

Amber Freeman (Scream V)

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roguerecs · 2 years

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𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐌 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄'𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐒.

last updated: august 2022

𝑬𝒙𝒉𝒊𝒃𝒊𝒕: 𝑹𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆'𝒔 𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒔

- Look at those signs! Let’s go read them!

Welcome to my reading/fic recs archive! This is basically a blog to keep all my readings/fic recs organized instead of having to dig through my main for a fic. Feel free to send any of your own fics/fic recs!

Everything here will mainly be one-shots, drabbles, and completed series I’ve read. Check my main for writer recs + their masterlists, current series I’m reading, upcoming series I plan to read, and more!

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Below the cut is links to all the tags I currently have, and this list will be updated as I get more tags!

𝑻𝒚𝒑𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒌:

one-shot. ┊ drabble. ┊ series.

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𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆:

angst.┊ fluff. ┊smut. dark. ┊ soft!dark.

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𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄 𝑭𝒊𝒄 / 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔:

reader fics. ┊ original character (oc) fics.

! PSA: for specific reader/fic tags, i tag according to what the author tags.

tba.

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to find fics with specific tags and character, use this format: [NAME] x [SPECIFIC TAG] example: ari levinson x female reader

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𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑬𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔 & 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔:

chris evans. ┊ ari levinson. andy barber. ┊ colin shea. curtis everett. ┊ dennis baker. frank adler. ┊ jake jensen. johnny storm. ┊ lloyd hansen. mr. freezy. ┊ ransom drysdale. steve rogers.

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𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒍:

bucky barnes. peter parker (tasm!peter & mcu!peter). natasha romanoff. ┊ sam wilson. stucky. ┊ wanda maximoff. xu shang-chi.

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𝑨𝑼𝒔:

a/b/o. ┊ baker. best friend’s dad. ┊ biker. cam. ┊ ceo. ┊ college. cowboy. ┊ dad’s best friend. dilf/milf. ┊ frat. ┊ hybrid. lumberjack. ┊ mafia. ┊ medieval. mythology. ┊ royal. single parent. ┊ supernatural.

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𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 (𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒊𝒅𝒌?):

...with benefits. exes to lovers. friends to lovers. friends/lovers to enemies/exes. fake dating. ┊ forced proximity. neighbors. ┊ only one bed. roommates. ┊ sex pollen.

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𝑶𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔:

tom holland. crossover. ┊ comfort fics. all time faves.

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Nightmares (Part 1)

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Warnings: nightmare blood gore other people afraid of self harm missunderstandings steve being an idiot and doing too many missions in a row.

It happened all at one

Bed dipped I woke and saw a I woke up darkness. All the lights were off the windowshade was closed....darkness.

"Stevie?"

"Shhhh" i felt an arm sneak around my waist pull me to him. It made me smile his warmness his... his something was off

"Stevie?"

I turned

"shhh"

Darkness. But this time it was from a mask. he put his hand over his lips would be and air my throat caught but I was able to scream and I screamed i shot up in bed.

The same freaking dream. Again.

God I couldnt wait until Steve was back from his mission. Then I heard the door creak open.

Oh god i can't be one of those dreams within a dream can it?

I sat up slowly

"Sweetheart?" He said tentatively. I could hear his bag slowly get place on the floor with a thunk followed by another thunk. "Why are you awake?"

"Oh thank god."

"What?"

"Nightmares. Since you've been gone."

With two steps he was right next to me.

"About?"

"The winter soilder trying to kill me."

"Babe, I know that was scary for you. You never saw me like that before."

Understatement. Bruised and bloody and unconscious with no explination why until he woke up. But he wasn't waking. Well he didn't wake uo for a while rather.

"But you're safe here. I'm fine. Tony makes this place a fortress. We can move in completely if you want. You won't just be here alone when I'm gone. Friday is here."

"Not helping Steve" say what you want. That thing is creepy at times. He knew I thought that.

"I'm sorry babe," he kissed my forehead and rubbed circled on my back.

He looked dirty.

"But I'm back now and I'm here."

He was here.

"Go shower you smell I'm sleepy. " I smirked.

He smiled and kissed my head again and then turned to the bathroom.

I layed down and closed my eyes. Feeling safe Steve is home. And safe.

I closed my eyes. Im not sure for how long but the man has to learn to dry his hair off better as dripping on my neck woke me up.

"Steeeve."

"Hey go back to sleep," he kissed me on his cheek even his kiss was wet. Ugh. And warm. Eww.

"Steve"

I turned and opened by eyes.

There was blood all over him like, like he was in an explosion or something a sword fight a gun fight. I couldn't do anything just pant in horror as I saw the crimson blood drip onto the cream colored sheets. He just sat there leaning up no shirt on.

"What's wrong babe?"

I couldnt see a wound no no wound but blood so much blood.

"Honey" he leaned over to me moving his arm off his body and I saw a gaping hole in his side and I could see in. That's when I screamed. I had woken myself up and in one movement had pulled away from Steve and rollen onto the floor from the middle of a king sized bed. Covered in sweat shaking. I breiefly remember Steve being shook or looking shocked, maybe he reached for me I'd like to hope he did, before I ended up on the floor but then he was right next to me. As I sat there crying.

" What's wrong? What happened? Are you hurt?"

All I could do is just sob.

"Its ok you're ok. I'm here i wont let anyone touch you. You're ok." He had pulled me into a tight hug. One of my hand was on the carpet. It had such a nice texture. Soft but billowy and I dont know....the feeling was nice... That calmed me down more than Steve.

When I calmed down he asked. "Nightmare was bad this time hu?"

"You were covered in, there was a hole," I reached to his side moving my hands over where i recal the injury to be. It was smooth. "There was so much...." my breathing was finally calming down.

I put my head back to lean the side of the bead.

"I can't do this anymore. I really don't think I can do this anymore Steve."

He looked at me heartbroken like I was so low so pathetic so... like he felt bad or maybe I was....

"It's ok. Its ok it's ok im here. I'm right here. It'll be fine. I promise you it will be ok.." but to me it he had broken me, my resolve. My thoughts. This him running off not caring about getting hurt was too much for me but it wasnt just that it was I dont know but he was too much for me.

"I'm right here next to you. Ok. Right here. How about, how about I get you your valium hmm?" He kissed my forehead "what do you say? Could help this."

"I dont know Stevie."

"Let's just give it a try." He kissed my forehead then walked to the bathroom came back with a pill and grabbed my water bottle from my next to me, as it had toppled over as i fell out of bed and I took it. I didn't really want to but whatever.

"Just relax ok, relax. It's ok." He took me in his arms.

I dont know when or how I fell asleep. But I woke up to an empty bed but there was a note.

"Had a meeting for the mission. Ill be back later get rest- Steve"

For the mission? He just came back from a mission. Is that what he meant. The immages from last night were still so fresh in my brain. The other "avengers were so tight It felt weird being around them. The agents saw me as Caps's girlfriend and a reason why they could be given desk duty or otherwise if they loooked at me wrong. Apparently his past girlfriends weren't nice. So It could be lonely here. With no one to talk to. I layed back down in bed. And I realized the sheets had been changed. He must have done it after I fell asleep on the floor. I know he tries but the nightmares are just too much. Last nights was overboard way, way overboard.

I looked at my phone it was 1pm. I dont know how I slept that long.

There was a text from

Sam: text me when you get up. I wanna talk to you. Steve said you've been having nightmares and last night said you dont think you could do this anymore. Im worried.

Sam was always kind. Always had a joke a smile. But I think steve got it all wring.

Me: What no sam that wasnt what I -Steve took it all wrong i have nightmares when hes gone about I meant I dont know if I can do our relationship any longer. I love him a lot. Maybe its not actually love I care i do but. The nightmare last night steve was covered in love

Sam: covered in love?

Me: i mean blood. Sry typo. I meant blood I really did mean to type blood i dont know why i typed love. But he was covered in blood and it terrified me. I mean absolutely terrified me. I told Steve i dont know I can do this anymore. Our relationship not life. Me and Steve...I think we're done.

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bluemusickid · 3 years

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Are You Mine?

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem! Reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of cheating (it's Ransom, come on) pretty/very dark (atleast by my standards lol), angst, orgasm denial, slight degradation kink, bondage, Dom/sub dynamics, slight dubcon, mentions of blood, knives, dark!Reader, DEAD DOVE. DO NOT EAT. MINORS DNI.

A/N: I am SUPER late on this. Like really, really late. But there were simply no ideas, WHOOPS. Anyways, I wrote this for @cockslut-padalecki 's challenge and omg it was a whirlwind of emotions! Congratulations, sweetie, you deserve each and every single one of your followers!! I hope this is a good read, I was not so sure of it, tbvh. It took 10 drafts to get it to this point. Whew. Hopefully it has paid off, and hopefully it follows the prompt. 😅

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Prompt: “I'm not gonna hear your reasons and ‘please-just-take-me-backs.’ We never were right. Don't waste your breath” - How You Love Me Now: Hey Monday

You couldn't believe how naïve you were sometimes. Years of meditation, self control, mind healing classes, all gone to shit. What was this terrible coping mechanism?

You saw Ransom that night. You saw him with a girl. It shouldn't matter to you and yet, it did. It made your heart hurt.

You remembered all the good times you had with him. He was like a beacon of light in your life, making you come alive. But you were insecure, and you knew it. He was always with you, and yet, some part of you always felt that he wasn't. Like he was holding himself back, not divulging his truth. You gave him the benefit of the doubt many times. Home late three days in a row? C'mon, babe, you know it was an hectic and nerve racking time at Blood Like Wine, what with the deal with Netflix coming through. He said this with a flourish, kissing you with ardent passion. You believed him, your senses in a disarray as he worked your body into exhaustion with his ardent and zealous loving; if it could be equated with the feeling.

The next time, his shirt collar was stained with lipstick. You questioned him, yet again, with the answer being prompt. "Babe, you left that mark, remember? On our trip to Concord?" Not giving you time to think, he'd bent you over the table promptly, pulling up your skirt to leave a smack on your plump bottom, fingers ghosting over your clothed pussy.

"You're always so hungry for my cock, kitten. How can you forget all the marks you leave on me, as I fuck this pretty pussy? Looks like i'm gonna have to refresh your memory." He rasped, tearing your panties down and plunging into you, the feel of him being buried to the hilt wiping all your previous thoughts clean. There was no way he'd cheat on you. He loved you too much, you thought, feeling his fingers tighten around your neck as he neared his end.

How naïve of you. How very naïve.

You worst fears came true, the blood in your veins turning to ice. You couldn't believe your eyes as you took in the scene that unfolded in front of your eyes.

It was honestly so cliché, the whole in flagrante delicto thing. But what more could you expect from him? And it was your fault, honestly. You should've trusted your gut instinct, the deeper parts of your brain screaming at you to keep a check on this two-faced monster you called a boyfriend.

You walked out of the house as silently as you could, tears running down your face. You almost felt sorry for the girl he was fucking, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as he took her from behind. Jesus. She'd be a bigger fool if she actually believed his lies.

You sat in car and drove, drove, drove, to god knows where. You stopped at a little nook, switched off your phone and cried. Cried for a few minutes, hours, honestly, who knew? Time evaded you as you sat there, numb. You remembered all the good times, all the vacations and trips, all the memories. All tainted simply because he couldn't get his dick wet enough. You scoffed. You were a bigger fool than that broad. Atleast she was in it only for the sex. You, you were in deeper. You were in it for love, for marriage, for a future with Ransom. It hurt because after so long, his words actually meant something to you. He was the ideal man for you. Yes, he had his vices, but who didn't? You had promised yourself that you could change him, heal him from his past traumas. You would make him better and spend a lifetime together. But now, he'd gone and blown the whole goddamn boat.

You wiped your eyes, taking deep, cleansing breaths, like your therapist had taught you. You knew what you had to do. You just didn't know if you were strong enough to do it.

Ransom walked into your house, ready to fuck you into the mattress. He'd come to enjoy his routine a lot. Spend the day at work, meet a few girls and fuck their brains out and come home to you. Poor, unsuspecting you, who was too stupid for her own good. He felt pity for the naïve, little girl that you were, cleaning after him and always making sure that he'd always had a hot meal to eat. He'd been bored at first, trying to woo you, the prick tease that you were. But those doe-eyes of yours, which looked at him like he was the best thing in this world? Fuck, he'd be lying if he said those didn't get him hard.

He walked in, half expecting you to be cooking dinner, ever the 1950s dame. But what he saw stopped him in his tracks, because what he saw wasn't a cute little mousy creature. It was the subject of his wet dreams. You were in the slinkiest red teddy, with thigh highs, and Louboutins which accentuated the curve of your ass really well. Ransom could already feel himself getting hard, at the mere thought of throwing you to the ground at that instant and fucking you into oblivion.

"You're home early." You said, the sultry undertone to your voice a surprise.

"...Yes. I..I thought I would surprise you but I guess.. I'm the one who's ended up being surprised." He murmured, his voice breaking as he adjusted himself. You saw the movement and smirked, proud of yourself. He wanted you.

"I thought you might like it. I bought as a gift for you. You've been working so hard at the office, and I thought you deserve a lil' reward for all the work that you've been doing."

And so you let the little satin robe slip off your shoulders, watching his eyes darken as the garment floated to the ground.

Time to crank it up a notch.

You half-gasped, half moaned as he deepened the kiss, his tongue ever so slightly touching yours. Pulling free, you let your tongue caress his lips, the soft, pillowy feel driving you nuts. Running it over his lower lip, you sucked on it, slowly allowing your teeth to clamp down. The skin broke and a drop of blood adorned his lip; your tongue darting out and relishing the metallic tang of the liquid. He growled, partly out of pain, but mostly out of arousal. This was a completely different side to his otherwise meek kitten. Was it even her, or a cleverly programmed sex-clone?

He didn't have time to dwell on his questions as you moved your lips, leaving featherlight kisses on his neck. You skimmed your lacy core over the tent formed over his crotch, earning a groan from him; your lips reattaching to his yet again. But this kiss wasn't gentle. The basis of this kiss was pure, unadulterated lust for each other. It was messy, but you didn't pull free, attacking his lips with a ferocity which could only be described as raw animalistic need. Tongues meshed, teeth clashed, you hadn't an inch of space between the two of you and yet it felt like you were miles apart. He grasped your ass tightly, pulling you against him, grinding on his hard-on with all your might. You could feel him hurtling towards completion as his hands gripped your head tightly, his lips becoming even more insistent.

No. This was not how it was meant to go. You pulled away from his lips, standing up suddenly and made your way to the kitchen, rather unsteadily, hearing the faint voice of his, cussing out loudly.

"What the fuck was that, kitten? Why'd you leave me hanging like that?"

"Oh, babe. I put in all this effort for you and you're not even gonna get to taste it? Tsk tsk. Not fair." Moving around, acting like you were prepping for dinner, you continued, "You can do whatever you like to me after we've had this delicious dinner that i've been slaving away on for hours."

"Please, kitten." He gasped, his voice hoarse with arousal.

You jumped slightly as you felt him grip your hips, grinding his unclothed erection on your satin-clad behind. Smirking to yourself, you jut your ass out a little, reveling in the power you held over him at the moment. You'd never seen this side of him before. Of course, it was partly owing to your timid demeanour and partly due to him calling the shots.

He ground into you, gaining speed, his grunts become louder and louder. "Fuck, you have the best ass, kitten. I'm gonna fuck it so hard one day. But today, I'm gonna fuck you till you can't walk, 'til you're begging me for mercy. Will you let me, kitten? Will you let me inside? Will you let me fill you with my cum?" He whispered in your ear, his fingers toying with your clit.

"No."

Pushing away his wandering hands, you turned around and faced him, seemingly displeased. He barely masked his annoyance, caging you between him and the counter. You caught his gaze, folding your arms in defiance.

"Show me how much you want me, Hugh."

He stared at you for a long time, trying to decipher your words. You knew how much he hated you calling him by his first name and yet, you did it. To push his buttons, of course. His façade started cracking, bit by bit as moments passed; not a word said between the two of you.

Pressing himself against you, he whispered, "please, baby. I need you." His lips ghosted over your neck, as he undulated, the feel of him rocking against your stomach going straight to your core. He whimpered, afraid of the way he was feeling and behaving. It was truly unheard of for him to beg; and yet, he did. For you. "Please, kitten. Please let me fuck you." He murmured, hissing as you ran a fingernail along the thick vein of his shaft.

Grasping his hand in yours, you pulled him to your room, glancing back to look at him. He followed you, as if in a daze, his eyes wide and pupils wide, in lust.

This was it. This was the moment you were waiting for.

You surveyed your creation. There he was, completely at your mercy. You don't know what exactly was turning you on more, him on the bed tied up like that, or the power that you wielded over him. It was truly heady, and you were ready for what would unfold next.

Climbing over him, you kissed him soundly, your tongue melding with his, moaning as you felt him shift underneath you. He was hot and heavy against your ass, his hips moving against you fervently, hoping for some sort of relief.

Moving down, you trailed your tongue down his torso, stopping only to lave his nipples, his groan travelling straight to your core. You took his shaft in your mouth, determined to make him cum in your mouth. Bobbing your head, you left no stone unturned, your tongue moving along his entire length, as you took him in inch by inch, relishing the feel of it's weight. You gave it your all, taking a page out of the book of that bitch he was with. Whoever said you learn a lot from a cheating partner was right. Ransom was completely lost, fervently tugging against the restraints, resigned to his fate. His hips moved of their own volition as he thrust inside your mouth, groaning at the sight of your face; mascara running down your cheeks, spit and precum on your chin. You decided to show him who's in charge, swallowing him whole and staying there, trying not to gag. With a shout, he thrust upwards, his hot cum flooding your mouth. You gratefully pulled back, taking a deep breath and after a beat, opening your mouth to show him the result of yoir actions, swallowing his seed. Both breathing heavily, you enjoyed his darkening gaze; the fact that he was devouring you with his eyes. He panted, his mouth slack, eyes hungry.

"Kitten, that was...amazing. I've never felt anything this intense. Untie me now, please. I need to fuck you. Need to feel your sweet pussy clenching around me as I fuck you to heaven and back. C'mon, honey."

Your breath quickened, his words volatile to your already aroused self. Giving him a small smile, you reached over to the drawer, pulling out a ball gag. Holding it up, you saw him eye it warily, his arms trying to pull on his restraints.

"What's..that, babe? I..I don't think-"

"Ransom, do you trust me?" You asked softly, your fingers softly tracing his lips. He visibly gulped, squirming a bit, unsure of where the conversation was headed.

"O..of course, kitten. You should know that by now." He murmured, his voice laced with uncertainty.

"Good. Because I want you to know that I trust you wholeheartedly, with every pore of my being. I trust you with my love, my life, my soul. I know that you would never do anything to hurt me, and that you would always keep my best interests at heart. And I wished for it to be this way forever, till death do us part."

The words tumbled out of your mouth, as the images of him and girl flashed in front of your eyes, in a loop. You could see him get uncomfortable; a guilty look masking the lust from earlier. Fitting the ball gag in his mouth, you slid down till you reached his crotch, ignoring his soft, muffled protests. Grinding against him till you felt him get hard again, you rubbed him against your wet pussy, juices intermingling and creating a mess.

With a single move, you lowered yourself onto him, burying him inside you, the raw fullness threatening to engulf your senses. His muffled groan turned you on like nothing else as you sped up your actions, losing yourself to the rhythm; till you felt yourself reach your crescendo, and with it bringing him to a finish, as he painted your walls with his spend.

Nighttime soothed you. It calmed you down. There was nothing like a long drive in the dark, with only the streetlights keeping you company as the wind blew against your face.

The events of the night kept playing in your head. You hated how it all ended. You'd actually fallen deeply in love with Ransom. But he never would've learnt, would he? No, he would go back to his philandering ways again. Plunging that knife deep into his heart as he was coming down from his high, from his throes of passion; it broke you. His screams still echoed in your ear, haunting and chilling as they were. The sight of blood oozing out of him, akin to a river, and with it, his life, was a troubling scene; the sound of him choking, weeping and begging you for mercy being the final nail to the coffin. But it had to be done. Repentance, penitence, was a necessity. In a way, you'd liberated him of all his sins and evils. Atleast him and the bitch would be together now.

The radio crooned in the background, the punk rock song playing, a true irony to your predicament.

I'm not gonna hear

Your reasons and "Please, just take me backs"

We never were right

Don't waste your breath

You smiled bitterly, realising how the future had changed in an instant. How he had changed it in an instant. You wished he hadn't cheated. You wished he hadn't been an asshole. Most of all, you wished that your final memories of him wouldn't be the sight of his beautiful blue eyes, filled with fear and unshed tears. But that was his fault. All of it.

Softly caressing your belly, you silently made a vow; to raise your son to be a better man than his late father ever was, or even would be. If only he were a better man, he would've been there to witness his child grow up.

Oh well. Third time would be a charm. Hopefully.

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marvelgirl7 · 3 years

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Cocoa Memories

So me and @whimsicalrogers came up with this idea I hope everyone enjoys this happy but also angsty little fic.

Rowan is our lovely character that @whimsicalrogers and myself have came up with and are so excited to share with everyone a glimpse into Rowan :) she will be appearing a lot in future fics :)

Written for @the-ce-horniest-book-club‘s Festive Fall Theme

Theme: Hot Cocoa

Character: Ransom

If all things go well @whimsicalrogers and I have a little Ransom story in the works based off this little fic. :)

Warnings: Angst, Sadness, Hurt, Fluffy and some happiness

Parings: Ransom X Rowan

MoodBoard and divider made by the amazing and Super Talented @whimsicalrogers

His house may be big and fancy no expenses were spared on this place but there was always one thing missing well someone missing. Ransom sighs as he opens the cupboard reaching for a cup as a packet of swiss miss falls out. Ransom stops his eyes take in the package he runs his fingers over it.

“Marshmallows was always your favorite.” He whispers as he thinks back to those memories when his life made sense when he was happy and had the best person in his life.

13 years it’s been since he’s seen her his Ro.

-Flashback-

“Ran! I know you’re out here!” Rowan looks all around for him. She pouts it’s cold out here and she was wanting to enjoy her coco with Ransom.

“I’m going to leave without you Ran!” Rowan stomps her feet as she heads inside Ransom’s grandfather's house. She walks by a big pile of leaves.

A wild mess of dark locks jumps out of the pile and pounces on Rowan. She squeals as they fall to the ground.

“Pinned ya!” Ransom giggles quoting Lion King as they roll in the leaves together. Rowan laughs at him.

“Ran! You scared me!” He smiles at her his big blue eyes shine with so much affection towards her.

“Sorry, my bee.” He kisses her nose as he grabs her hands and holds her close. He stares into her big brown eyes as he smiles big. He notices her cheeks are getting red he frowns as he feels how cold she is.

“Oh, no let's get you warmed up.” Lacing his hands in hers he leads her inside.

“Cocoa time!” Rowan gets excited as Great Nana Thrombey, helps she smiles they were such cute, sweet kids. Out of all the grandkids her great-grandson had to be her favorite. He was such a sweet polite little boy who reminded her a lot of Harlen. She smiles watching as they make their cocoa.

“Whip cream Ro?” She nods smiling as Ransom gently swirls the mugs of cocoa. Great Nana Thrombey just smiles.

“I’ll be in my study if you two need anything.” Ransom smiles at her as she leaves them. Ro grabs a dab of whip cream and places it on the tip of his nose. Ransom laughs as they sip their cocoa together.

“Ro will you promise me we’ll always be like this just you and me forever?” Rowan smiles at him as his blue eyes glow. Rowan takes a hold of his hand she squeezes it as she smiles brightly at him.

“Forever and ever Ran. You’re my Ran for life.” She whispers as Ransom leans over and kisses her nose again.

“Forever my Bee.”

Ransom sighs as he sits at his counter staring at the packet of hot cocoa how he wished that would have been true. How he wishes Rowan and him would have been together forever.

When she moved away Rowan promised she’d write and call which she never did. Ransom always waited for a letter or a phone call but sadly they never came so, he gave up. The smiling happy little boy didn’t exist anymore, and Ransom became cold and cruel the asshole everyone knows.

Sure, they were young 13 and 14 when Rowan moved away. What did he expect? She dropped him as soon as she could.

Ransom just stares at the hot cocoa packet and frowns his heart turned cold losing his bee. She was always like a little honey bee buzzing around happy as ever. When she moved, she took all that joy and happiness with her.

Taking a breath, he picks up the hot cocoa packet and drops it in the trash. No more memories of Rowan today Ransom didn’t want all those painful thoughts to hit him. He needed a distraction as he grabs the keys to his Beamer and slipping on one of his wool coats he needed to bury himself into something else forget all these memories of her.

“Eat Shit.” He grumbles storming out of his house and squealing the tires as he drives out of his driveway.

Rowan sits at her favorite little coffee shop as Renee smiles at her as they talk about a fun weekend planned.

The waitress sits down their order as Rowan takes in the sight of the whipped cream mug of cocoa. Taking a deep breath, she brings the mug to her lips.

Images and memories of a brown-haired boy with big blue eyes flash in her mind as she thinks about him. Gently blowing on the drink she whispers to herself.

“I hope your happy and safe Ran wherever you are.”

Sorry for the angst ending there but if all goes well a future story is in the works all about them!

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