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My little fanfic appreciation project - inspired by this glorious gif set by the immensely talented @reputayswift - all the fic featured here are linked below. Permission to use the text excerpts was given by the respective author(s). There are so many amazing fics for this ship it was really hard to pick only eight of them. Who knows, maybe I'll make more in the future.
The fabulous art in the last gif you see was created by @littleststarfighter who kindly gave me permission to use her art in my gifs and edits. Thank you so much, Lucy!
Tell me your favorite fic, and I might check them out :)
Stargazer @nerdherderette
[Rating: Teen and up - Words: 5,145 - Status: Complete]
Siren Song @scaryfriend
[Rating: Teen and up - Words: 15,044 - Status: WIP]
Flyboys @gefionne
[Rating: Explicit - Words: 301,442 - Status: Complete]
i can see through you (see to the real you) @kyluxtrashcompactor
[Rating: Explicit - Words: 77,179 - Status: WIP]
all that you love will be carried away @ceruleancynic
[Rating: Teen and up - Words: 32,163 (Series: 156,107) - Status: Complete]
A Disappearance at Danvers @starkillersbae @eighthchiharu
[Rating: Mature - Words: 51,877 - Status: Complete]
First Order Hotline @onewhositswiththeturtles
[Rating: Explicit - Words: 19,943 - Status: Complete]
Dirty Laundry @jaynesilver
[Rating: Explicit - Words: 5,840 - Status: Complete]
Red Excels the Crimson @dragonflies-draw-flame
[Rating: Explicit - Words: 4,611 - Status: Complete]
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#kylux#armitage hux#general hux#kylo ren#ben solo#star wars#allthestuffimade#fanfiction#huxlo#sw edit#starwarsblr#swsource#starwarsedit#star wars edit#sw gifs#fic rec#fanfic#ao3#gif#gifset#book edit#usergif#bookedit#stargazer#siren song#flyboys#i can see through you (see the real you)#all that you love will be carried away#a disappearance at danvers#first order hotline
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Jury Duty
Danny has been living his best life in Gotham, hiding from the GIW but mostly moving forward with his life. (College, job, whatever)
Until his name is drawn for jury duty.
He complains to his friends. They bring up a few interesting points. Shouldnt being dead disqualify him? Eventually the anti ecto acts are brought up. Can the government enforce jury duty on a citizen that was declared legally non-sentient?
Now, it might not have been danny's smartest idea, but he replies to the summons with a "cant, i died," attaching a copy of the anti ecto acts and a short argument that its hypocritical of the government to strip him of his rights but still expect him to fulfill his civic responsibilities.
Whatever government desk job gets danny's reply to the summons thinks its a joke at first (theyre no stranger to the colorful and creative excuses people come up with to try to get out of jury duty), but danny provided all the right paperwork and instructions for them to jump through all the hoops necessary to locate the obscure law. They send it higher up the chain of command.
But this is Gotham. After several days of ruminating over the strange law, they decide to leave a tip on the bats' hotline (set up and maintained by Oracle). The whole situation felt a bit left of reality, and they weren't paid enough to deal with that shit. And if the government really was the problem here (look, they might have landed a secure government-funded desk job, but they were a grunt and held no loyalty to the government that continuously screwed over their home city), then merely passing the buck meant it would get covered up instead of exposed.
Oracle gets the message and starts digging, determining that this is A Big Problem, Actually. First order of business is to track down this Danny guy and give him a bat-level security detail. Second order is to push this to the Justice league.
The thing is, the giw had successfully hidden themselves from the justice league up until now. They covered their tracks, took care of loose ends. The laws were written to look like pest control.
They never considered that someone would respond to a jury duty sommons with "cant, im dead." First of all, they dont know about halfas, who could be dead without ever being legally declared. Secondly, why would a ghost pretend to be alive? Thirdly, why would they blow their cover? ("Sir, its *jury duty.*" "point withdrawn.")
It was pure chance that the desk job took it seriously enough to report it, and oracle only recognized the threat as it was because she made the logical leap from ectoplasm to lazarus water.
The bats investigate by intercepting danny's summons. Fortunately, the higher up decided it was a joke and didnt share it any further. Unfortunately, they told danny that he better show up for jury duty, come hell or high water.
That route blocked, they hack in a jury summons for jason todd. Being Actually Legally Dead, with all the paperwork correctly filed, means that he would never actually get a summons, but they need someone on this inside that clearly falls into the same category as danny to keep a close eye on him.
Anyways, this was a long and twisted set up to get not one, but two individuals in the same jury duty line up claiming they "cant, i died."
#dp x dc#probably a stupid idea#inspired by the post that said:#danny “cant i died” fenton vs jason “cant im dead” todd
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phone fuck me | l.jn
❥ Synopsis: Another night of you signing onto the website you find yourself on way too often, You decide maybe todays the day to take on the highest rated slasher on the website, Ghostface.
❥ Pairing: Ghostface roleplayer!Jeno x Reader
❥ Genre: Smut, Phone sex, Sex hotline (kinda),
❥ Warnings: Ghostface Jeno, Phone sex, Webcam sex, usage of toys, mutual masturbation, mentions of knives, jeno mentions using knife on readers throat!!!!!, lmk if i missed anything else oh and SURPRISE AT THE END?
❥ Word Count: 1.4k
“Hello?” The sound of shuffling is all you could hear from the other line as you stare at the black screen, waiting for when you’ll see someone. Someone you paid to see. But before you could complain any longer, the screen lit up and before you was Ghostface. Well, someone dressed as Ghostface.
“Oh sorry, Miss Y/N. I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” There you heard it. The voice of none other than the voice from all the Scream movies you’ve watched. There was no denying the voice alone sent tingles through your spine. “That’s okay..” You replied quietly, already feeling nervous from only hearing his voice.
“Can I ask you a question Miss Y/N?” The man asked to which you hummed in response. “Why’d you choose 1-800-SLASHERS? More specifically, why Ghostface?” It was safe to say the question caught you off guard, not expecting to be asked about why you’re here about to have phone sex with some random guy role playing as Ghostface. “Well” You started, trying to form the correct words in order to not embarrass yourself in front of Mr. Ghostface through the screen “You can say I’ve had a thing for Ghostface since forever” The man chuckled at your response.
“Can I ask you another question?” You realize that maybe he really enjoys getting to know his clients or maybe he’s just enjoying his time with you. “What’s your favorite Scream movie? Assuming you’ve watched all six of them” the question was too easy. There's obviously a right answer to that. “The first one duh! Tell me Billy and Stu weren’t easily the sexiest Ghostfaces in all of scream history.” The man chuckles at your response again, this time responding with something you definitely didn’t expect.
“So you’re telling me, you’re into taking two Ghostfaces at the same time? A spooky threesome maybe?” hearing that mixed with the incredibly sexy tone of the voice modulator he had went straight to ur pussy. Spooky threesome? With TWO Ghostfaces? A girl could only dream. You chuckled at that “A girl can dream” You repeated your thought for him to hear.
“Yeah? Why don’t you show me what you’re wearing and I’ll show you what I’m wearing? Hm? Show me that pretty body baby” You took a quick glance beside you, making sure there's nothing out of the ordinary around you besides the vibrator and dildo you had placed beside you. Once you made sure your surroundings were clear, you were quick to turn your camera on, angling it right under your face so it wasn’t in the view. You weren’t wearing anything particularly sexy as one would call it, just a pink lacy camisole paired with some pajama shorts but the quiet mumble of “fuck” that you heard from the other line could prove you wrong. You frowned at the lack of response from his side. “What about your end of the deal? Aren’t you going to show me?” Immediately, his camera turned on and you were gaped. The only thing he was wearing was a Ghostface mask. His toned chest and jacked arms were where your attention was at. You saw the sexy drop of his v-line, he looked like a greek god to say the least.
“Like what you see?” He chuckled, rubbing a hand across his defined chest. You hummed in response, scooting further back from your computer so he can see your legs as well. “Can you take off those shorts for me baby? I wanna see what i'm working with” You were quick to oblige, sliding the flimsy silk shorts off your body and throwing them aside. Far too excited to see where this is headed. You’re almost thankful you chose to ditch the underwear tonight, allowing you to spread your legs open for the mysterious Ghostface man to see your glistening folds. “Fuck baby, pussy’s so gorgeous” You see him throw his head back, his right hand sliding down somewhere under the view of the camera, using his left hand to push the camera back so his grey basketball shorts were also in the view, you didnt miss the way his right hand was stuffed inside his shorts, stroking his hard cock.
“God I want your cock so bad” You whined, bringing your hand down to your pussy, spreading your folds open so he can see how fucking wet you were for him. “Yeah? You want to be here with me while I make you fall apart on my cock. Hold my pretty knife to your throat and see how pretty you look when you're all scared and turned on for me? You want that baby?” You could only moan as you nodded your head yes.
“Fuck. Please, I need it so bad.” You rasped, feeling your arousal dripping down onto your sheets.
“Go for it baby, show me how nasty you can get for me” you didn't need to be told twice, immediately reaching for your vibrator bringing it to your clit, feeling the intense vibrations coursing through your body all the way down to your toes. “Don’t forget to tell me when you’re close, angel, I can't wait to hear you scream.” you could almost hear the smirk in his voice which sounded even sexier paired with the voice modulator.
“Fuck, I wish that was me making you moan like that.” The man groaned, throwing his head back giving you a view of his adams adam bopping as he swallowed. “I wish it was you too, making me feel this good.” You hum, angling your hips to give him a better angle. “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” You whine, feeling your high approaching faster than usual. “Hold it.” He commands.
That fucker. You’d mentally curse him if it weren't for how turned on you were right now, you’d do anything the man wanted and more. But still, you oblige, putting down your vibrator to give your poor swollen pussy a break until he speaks again.
“Use your pretty dildo baby, ride it like you’d ride me if I were there. So needy and desperate to get me off or maybe I’ll slit your pretty throat with my knife. You want that?” You were too turned on to realize that you never actually told him that you had any toys with you. So you oblige, picking up your dildo and turning around so your back was facing him. Aligning the head of the dildo to your cunt before sinking down on it with a loud moan. You could hear his groans getting louder from your computer, making you even more desperate to show him how good you are for him. Bouncing harder than ever, making sure he could see your arousal dripping down the dildo, covering it in your juices.
“That’s it baby, ride that while you wish it was my cock stretching you out so good” The man groaned, feeling his release approaching him harder than he’d like to admit. There was only one thing missing though.
“I'm so close, fuck, cmon baby moan my name, say its Jeno who you wish it would be making you so nasty and desperate” And you oblige, moaning out his name loud enough for everyone in the neighborhood to hear and you heard him moan out loud at that, turning your head to see him fall apart all over himself, his head lolling back as white spurts of his cum landed on his chest, some even getting on his mask but that was a problem for future him.
“Jeno! I’m so close. Fuck, Can i cum please? I’ve been so good I need it so bad” You could feel tears rolling down your cheeks as the pleasure felt too much to be edged again but to your luck the man you now knew as Jeno, hummed in approval.
“Cum for me baby, show me how pretty you look when you cum for me” There was something different, he had taken off the voice modulator and his voice alone sent you over the edge, his deep voice mixed with the raspiness of it had you moaning out his name like no tomorrow. Feeling your orgasm all over your body, your body buzzing from the aftermath of the strong orgasm Jeno had just given you through a screen.
“Fuck. that was-” You were cut off by a DING! Sound from your computer, similar to the one you heard when you joined the call. The camera loaded on to see another Ghostface?
“I heard someone wanted to be in a sequel?”
HELLO!!!! here is the Jeno fic for the 1-800-SLASHERS collab! the sequel, written by @jasminexox5 is linked aswell! i hope this fulfilled ur ghostface jeno fantasies as much as it could! feedback and comments are appreciated!
#nct smut#1-800-SLASHERS collab#jeno smut#nct dream smut#nct imagines#nct 00 line smut#nct dream#jenoslutie
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No thoughts but just slowly corrupting the brothers. Once you and the brothers settled within HoL, you began to subtly flirt with the brothers. Just feather like touches and whispers, but they slowly grow more and more bold to the point your teaching them how to pleasure you.
The brothers, who were trying to resist you at first, now desperately wanting more and more of your touch, following your orders to know how to give you the utmost pleasure.
And when you come back to the OG timeline, well you have thousands of years to make up.
Tagging: @bite-sized-devil, @l3viat8an, @villain-hotline
#obey me#obey me nightbringer#obey me mc#obey me poly#obey me smut#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me levi#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me asmo#obey me beel#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphie#obey me belphegor
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eating clean(er)!
prefaces:
i know talking about food can be a sensitive subject, so i want to give some prefaces before we begin:
this is not about weight loss, this is about health. people can be thin but still have a diet that is not beneficial for their health. even tho i’m not overweight, im still striving to eat healtheir for the sake of my health and the health benefits of whole foods.
i know it can also be difficult to eat healthy (healthier foods are typically more expensive in the US) and a lot of people don’t have the time to put time into thinking about what they’re going to eat. you don’t need to eat completely farm fresh food, these are simply tips for bettering your current diet.
eating better:
read about nutrition. you can buy or check out books on it or read online, but read about the importance of eating good and what we need in our diets.
find fun recipes. the first step is finding recipes you can make at home. generally, eating at home is cheaper and also a lot healthier. and finding recipes that are fun and new makes eating healthy a lot better :)
make a list of fruits and vegtables you like and dont like- this will help you know what to buy and what to eat more of. this is a great starting point
add more fruits and vegtables to your meals. find new ways to incorporate them into your meals- snack of them- whatever. just strive to eat a fruit and vegtable with every meal.
add more whole foods into your diet. obviously this includes fruits and vegtables, but also things such as poultry, eggs, nuts and beans. fish is also really good for you. find ways to incorporate the nutrients you need.
start with healthier snacks. to put it simply, just swapping out highly unhealthy snacks (such as chips, sweets, etc.) with healthier alternatives (such as fruits) can make a big impact. not only will these healthier options satisfy your hunger better, but you’ll also be provided with the proper energy your body needs.
balance it out! dessert is fun to- so are sweets and milkshakes and ice cream and all of that. eating healthy doesn’t mean getting rid of those foods, it means eating healthy most of the time but letting yourself enjoy a variety of foods.
how to start:
do your own research. the internet is full of misinformation and fear mongering, so before you even begin take time to research things like the effects of canned foods and other ultra-processed ones. you don’t have to be an expert in nutrition, but building a better knowledge of healthy eating and WHY it’s important is crucial to start.
find healthier alternatives. for example, i love fruit snacks and gummies, so not only do i eat less of those, but i tend to go for the healthier versions. changes like this will make healthy eating a lot easier!
start small. maybe just add a fruit or vegtable to two of your meals a day and then all of them. progress always comes from little steps, so find something that works for YOU.
if you’re having trouble balancing out food, or if food is just a general issue for you, then please get help and contact a hotline or service that deals with eating disorders.
conclusion
self-love means nourishing our bodies in order for them to be their healthiest versions. our bodies keep us alive and do so much for us- so in return we need to nourish them with what they need to keep us feeling good. treating our bodies to the nutrients they crave helps us feel more energized, improves our overall health and mood. it gives us a healthy feeling and a glow. hope u enjoyed this post :))))- amy <3
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Could you do the TADC cast x reader with a really heavy southern accent?
TADC cast x reader w/ a heavy southern accent!
hello i am back from my silly little lunch break i made a sandwich it was very yummy
i need to find a new set of music to listen to while typing, as much as i love jack stauber i think im going to go insane if i hear baby hotline one more time... oddly enough not the first time that specific song has driven me nuts from being overplayed
anyways
idk
side note idk what to do with gifs because i keep running out of TADC gifs and i got a reblog months back on a crp post that implies that gif makers get notified when you use their gifs?? is that true?? if so i am so so so sorry to the tadc gif makers TToTT
also still gif related but i keep getting. jumpscared by butts n boobs anytime i open the gif thing i cannot keep doing this!!!!
CAINE:
i think he would find it pretty, like, i dont know how to explain it! i think he would possibly mimic some of your speech mannerisms. probably gives you a cowboy hat. i dont know what it is but i think southern accents, at least from what ive seen, is one of the most romanticized of american accents... maybe its the whole rugged cowboy thing thats commonly associated with it. what im trying to say that i think caine would romanticize it the same way, thanks to him not really having the experience of going out and interacting with people from the south
he finds the accent pretty
POMNI:
i dont think she would really notice it unless she is really trying to pay attention to what you say. but maybe thats just self projection because i myself dont really notice other peoples accents unless its very prominent, or they say something that sounds so different to how im used to hearing things. i feel it would be the same with pomni, but i dont think she would treat you any differently! wish i had more ideas but pomni and gangle are particularly hard for me to write for some reason
RAGATHA:
honestly i like to hc that she grew up in a southern small town before getting stuck in the digital world, but of course she wouldnt remember it... perhaps she would feel some sense of familiarity around you anyways, even if she cant pin down why.. i think that would be nice... she likes listening to you talk
JAX:
writing these out of order, but i think jax would be similar to caine in the regard that he would tease some of your speaking mannerisms. "yaint! yall'd've!" stuff like that... which... i can be mad about because im from the south and the two examples are in my vocabulary... hes not really saying anything thats incorrect, at least in my case
probably asks why your digital form isnt a cowboy, shit eating grin on his face
KINGER:
thinks it sounds nice! for once i dont have any ideas for kinger, which sucks because i love kinger TToTT
your words probably rub off on him, i can see him probably picking up on some of your terms n slang
kinger saying yall isnt real he cant hurt you
kinger saying yall:
ZOOBLE:
similar to pomni they dont notice until theyre forced to notice.. no but imagine your accent becomes more pronounced when you get mad, you start saying more stereotypically southern stuff that people associate. probably does a double take if you say a rather insane variant of 'yall' but otherwise doesnt see much point in pointing it out
GANGLE:
absolutely loves hearing you talk, similar to ragatha! while ragatha clings onto your words thanks to unknown familiarity, gangle just thinks your voice sounds like and soothing, comforting! i dont know what it is but hearing someone trying to comfort you with a heavy southern accent as well as using casual terms of endearment (whether you see this as romantic or platonic is up to you!) in this soft tender voice just always hits different for me. maybe i am guilty of also romanticizing southern accents
#tadc x reader#the amazing digital circus x reader#digital circus x reader#caine x reader#pomni x reader#ragatha x reader#jax x reader#kinger x reader#zooble x reader#gangle x reader
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hiiii this the cocktober hotline?? started thinking abt blowing poe when he's in his flight suit and I need to be reviveddddd (sorry if this sent twice I got a message that it didn't go through the first time)
anything for you, mack 🧡
poe dameron x reader
— flight suit kink, blowjob, face fucking
18+
“Baby—“
“Relax, flyboy.”
Poe lets out an undignified groan when you roughly drag a hand through his dark, messy curls, fingers tangling in the back as you pull hard enough to drag his lust-blown gaze toward the ceiling of the hangar. He exhales, letting his body sag against the X-wing’s ladder as your deft fingers work open the seam that runs down the middle of his flight suit.
Exhaust, oil, dirt, sweat—you inhale deeply, smirking as you palm the hard length waiting between the pilot’s legs, straining against the thick, orange material. There’s a dark spot of precum leaking through, a product of you grinding against him moments before while his tongue was down your throat.
He’d protested when you pulled away, your lips not nearly swollen enough for his liking yet. But the feeling of his erection pressing insistently against your thigh left your mouth watering with the need to put them to another use.
Poe’s skin is still warm and slick from the temperature in the cockpit, body still subject to the echoes of adrenaline vibrating through his nerves. His voice is still a little raw from barking orders over the comms.
He’s a fucking sight to behold in the sky, all focus and precision and cocky confidence.
But he’s wholly pliant here, wholly yours. Slumped against the side of his T-70, biting his lower lip and choking out your name as you let his flushed, leaking cock spring free and begin to slide his fat shaft into the damp warmth of your mouth.
The stiff material of his flight suit rubs against your chin as you swirl your tongue around the head of his cock, moaning at the salty taste of cum and sweat coating your mouth. And just because you can, you make no effort to be anything less than sloppy in the way you hollow your cheeks and repeatedly engulf his length between your lips, face wet with saliva.
He digs the heels of his boots into the ground, the ladder creaking in protest as he grips it tightly when you begin mouthing at and sucking on his balls. The dark orange spot on his suit spreads, soaked through with spit and precum.
Glancing up at Poe, you watch the unsteady rise and fall of his chest as he stares down at you—on your knees for him, lips slick and swollen. He brings the calloused fingertips of one hand to the side of your face, caressing the curve of your jaw. With the other, he rubs his cock against the outside of your cheek before dragging the tip over your mouth.
He waits.
You nod, body flushing warm with arousal that seeps heavily down your spine.
Poe pushes his dick past your lips once more, and you relax your jaw as he sinks in deep against your tongue and begins to fuck your mouth. Far too worked up from your prior ministrations, there’s nothing steady about the way he plunges in and out, hips stuttering in a cacophonous sham of a rhythm. You clench your thighs together hard, feeling the arousal pooling wetly in your underwear, and moan shamelessly around his shaft.
Cum floods your mouth as Poe bites his fist to muffle the groan of pleasure that accompanies his climax, spilling out past your lips and dripping down your chin.
#answers from the cockpit#cocktober hotline#poe thots#poe dameron#poe dameron x reader#poe dameron smut
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Saw a post about gacha addiction earlier and I didn't want to Get Into It with the OP because I fundamentally don't disagree with them but it left me raging internally at the counterproductive approach.
Listen. Gacha addiction is real. It's fucked, the companies that pioneered the softcore gambling-lootbox-gacha model straight up bragged about how effective it was. If you have never spent money on gacha, ideally you really shouldn't start, because the only way to determine whether or not you'll get addicted to any specific thing is to fuck around and find out even if you know for a fact that in general you do or do not have an addictive personality. The most dangerous gamble to take is the first. If you DO decide to spend money anyway, you should have a comprehensive strategy in place to keep it from slowly consuming your entire budget. Also, even if you don't spend real money it can still become a problem, because it can also end up consuming all of your time - any game can do this, any hobby in general can become toxic in fact, but gacha games in particular have the FOMO factor of "I have to keep grinding so I can save enough for my blorbo's next banner". If you play gacha games - even on a free-to-play basis - you should be aware that you are taking a risk and you should be willing to admit to yourself if it's become a problem. If you find your gacha budget creeping upward despite your income not doing the same, or you find yourself regularly trying to grind out pull currency even when it's overall not fun anymore, you should take a hiatus from the game/s, and call a therapist or gambling addiction hotline if that proves to be difficult.
And if you have concerns about other people developing gacha addiction...shaming people or downplaying what they like about the games or characters helps literally no one; if anything it only sends them further into denial for your smug sense of superiority.
Thing is? Gacha games are games. Most successful ones, despite the obvious comparisons, are a lot more than just slot machines to fill out a gallery of blorbos to rotate on your screen instead of in your head. They tend to have genuinely compelling lore and characters and enjoyable gameplay - the gacha is not the game itself; it is a recruitment and power-up system in an actual game. This only becomes more true as the market becomes more competitive - like, FGO shows its age with its slow start; you can really tell it launched at a point where all one needed for success was to tie to an existing big fandom and give you a little new content with your faves, but even then the appeal was the lore and the characters far more than it ever was the summoning system, and it's kept up as time goes on, intensifying both the story and the strategy as it's come into a life of its own. Genshin Impact, at 2 years old, is as "real" of an action RPG as a Kingdom Hearts game, with intense strategy elements involved in team building. Arknights is a tower defense that I'd love to play were it not for my medical phobia because what I know of the setting and lore is some POWERFUL social commentary that is right up my alley.
I could list more examples, but it's not really the point. The point is that gacha games are real games, with real lore, and real characters. These games don't have playerbases composed exclusively of victims of predatory monetization unless you REALLY stretch the definition; in order for a game to be a good gacha game, first it does need to be a good game. It's easy to say "oh, they don't really care about the story or characters or gameplay, it's just an elaborate ad for the slot machine, it's just a cash grab" - but...even accepting that as true (which is debatable), so what? What's the difference between that and the latest big studio movie? The latest Netflix original series? The latest "conventional" "one-and-done" AAA game? Do you think the CEOs greenlit those out of nothing but the love of art and storytelling?
People are going to get attached to these stories and characters, and mocking them over it isn't ~taking a brave stand against predatory marketing strategies~, it's not ~waking people up to the fact that they've been duped~, it's just being a fucking asshole.
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Transcripts from the Humanity Hotline 3
Third post in three days, I will probably slow down a bit after this. I'm glad people seem to be liking them, thanks everybody!
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Operator: "Hello, thank you for holding. My name is Mindy. What can I help you with today?"
Caller: "Hello, Mindy! I am [unintelligible hissing], but most humans call me Doc Mantis. I am the Chief Medical Officer on the ship, and we've had a few incidents recently regarding one of our newer humans."
O: "Alright. I must preface that I am not a medical professional, so depending on the situation I may be able to answer, or I may need to refer you to additional resources."
C: "Anything you can do will be appreciated. Approximately five days ago, shortly after the midday meal, one of our humans was brought in with a severe injury to one of their limbs caused by, what the others called, a 'dare.' The patient made many short, sharp sounds in response to this injury. Earlier today, all three humans on the ship were making the same sounds while observing something on one of the monitors. Medical staff immediately ordered them to come for check-ups and necessary medication, and I notified the captain to prohibit all media related to what they were watching."
O: "I'm guessing the humans weren't very happy about that?"
C: "That is correct. We followed protocol to protect the health of all crewmembers, yet the humans seemed angry that we removed the source of their pain. Is this common for humans? It seems unlikely that a single ship hired three humans that all have the same rare trait."
O: "That depends on the actual trait. I think I know what is happening, but I'd like to clarify something first. You described the noise as short and sharp, and I'm guessing that they were also repetitive? Do you mind if I try to recreate the noise?"
C: "By all means."
O: "Hahaha!"
C: "Yes! That is it."
O: "And the media they were watching, did it involve domesticated Earth animals?"
C: "Actually, I believe it did. One of the humans mentioned 'cats' after the incident."
O: "Great, I know what this is. The sound is called 'laughter', and is usually a sound of joy. Humans often laugh in response to humor, though occasionally someone will laugh when they are uncomfortable or in pain. It seems that one of your humans has a laugh response to pain, and the second incident with the cat videos was a normal humor response."
C: "So our response was unnecessary, and potentially lowered the humans' morale by prohibiting humorous media."
O: "Yeah, you should probably lift the ban on cat videos."
C: "I will notify the captain immediately. Thank you, Mindy."
O: "Happy to help."
End Transmission
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🌠 DANGANRONPA-THEMED CHARITY EVENT FOR TRANS LIFELINE, FAM
From now until the end of 2024, I’m raising money for Trans Lifeline by playing Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony…for the very first time.
And you humans can help with bingo cards (to win prizes).
TOTAL RAISED SO FAR AS OF 1/24: $1006/$2500
>DONATE $5 OR MORE FOR A BINGO CARD<
or learn more about the game by Clicking Through Below!
🌠 About Trans Lifeline:
Trans Lifeline is a grassroots hotline and microgrants 501(c)(3) non-profit organization offering direct emotional and financial support to trans people in crisis – for the trans community, by the trans community.
They also, incidentally, will not contact the cops or emergency services without your consent. Since this is Tumblr, I doubt I need to state the importance of this nonprofit (or that policy).
🌠 About me (Iris Polaris):
I am a polar bear streamer and "VTuber" who specializes in occult, art, and nature content, as well as VNs, sims, RPGs, and survival games, all to learn about you silly primates. Danganronpa is kind-of all of those genres at once. Kind-of.
In the past I've raised about ~$2500 USD across two events. I want to beat that. Just POUND it, y'all. My goal this time around is to raise $2500 USD for Trans Lifeline.
🌠 How to participate:
DONATE. Donate any amount to the Trans Lifeline (minimum $5 USD) here at this event's Tiltify. Leave contact info (an e-mail, Tumblr username, etc) in the comment of the donation or when choosing a reward. NOTE: You must donate thru our Tiltify so I can keep track of the total and contact you.
RECEIVE YOUR CARD. After donating, you will receive a randomized PDF bingo card like this one at your provided e-mail, Tumblr username, etc within 48 hours. Each space on the card represents a prediction I have about v3, a reaction I may have to the characters, etc.
WATCH THE BIWEEKLY-ISH YT VIDEOS. I'll be playing the game offline (i.e. not streamed) with my Manager Bunny. However, every 2-4 weeks, I'll publish a 10 minute or less YouTube video on my account until we finish the game. These videos will be compiled montages of all the spaces participants can mark off that week. These will not be long play videos!
EARN A PRIZE. If you get a bingo, tell me when it happens! Contact me via e-mail ([email protected]), on Twitter (@IrisPolarisEN), on Discord (irispolaris), or here on Tumblr (funishment-time or iris-polaris). All bingo winners get to choose from the prize pool at the end of the event (see below) in order of their wins!
🌠 Prize pool:
For fairness' sake, every bingo winner gets to choose one prize, regardless of how many times they get a bingo. More prizes to be added soon!
DIGITAL PRIZES (UNLIMITED AVAILABLE UNLESS OTHERWISE STATED):
Character-themed phone BG commission: I'll make you a lovely little background for your phone based on existing official art. Examples (1 | 2 | 3).
Character-themed icon commission: I'll make you a lovely little 500x500 icon based on existing official art. Examples (1 | 2 | 3).
250-word general tarot reading: I'll pull a single card for you and give you an overview of what's to come. Here's an example.
Short astrological (zodiac) birthchart: I'll give you a short astrological birthchart that includes your Sun, Moon, and Rising signs. You must provide me your date of birth and location of birth, so don't choose this if you're not comfortable with that! Here's an example.
Bust-up sketch commission by Tane Aspen: 10 available. The wonderful Tane has donated art commissions to the cause! Here's an album of examples.
Bust-up sketch commission by YogurtFluff: 1 available. Darling YogurtFluff (aka Gracie) has donated another art commission to the cause! Here's examples of their art.
Twitch panel set commission by Jar of Rubies Art aka Zenith: 1 available. Are you a streamy streamer? Zenith, who made my own personal Twitch panels and overlays, has donated a commission for a set herself! Here's examples of her work.
Pixel art commission by @🌸 🌿 Faerieko. 1 available. Commission a chibi pixel bust from my dear Mama Faerieko! See a cute EXAMPLE.
PHYSICAL PRIZES (SHIPPING ADDRESS REQUIRED):
Iris-themed sticker set: 5 sets available. Three different ~"3 stickers by Studio Nekomata featuring yours truly.
Fortune-telling Bear patch: 2 available. A ~3" sew-on patch by Studio Nekomata featuring yours truly.
Iris-themed RPG charm: 2 available. A double-sided RPG-inspired charm by Studio Nekomata featuring yours truly.
Fortune-telling Bear charm: 5 available. A ~3" charm of yours truly, readin' the future and all that, with art by @faerieko.
1.5" Kaede & Shuichi buttons by MachineDean: 3 sets of 2 buttons available. Your delightful totally alive protagonists in adorable button form. (Pic)
DR v3-themed stickers by other folks. 2 available of each sticker. Choose three from these designs (album link - better/bigger images coming ASAP).
Please note that the presence of prizes from independent creators does NOT imply that they condone this event. Or even know about it. So don't ask them about stuff.
Donations to the prize pool are welcome, but not necessary. Please contact at me at [email protected] or here on Tumblr (funishment-time or iris-polaris) if you have a piece of merch or service (commissions, graphic design etc) you want to give.
🌠 Goal incentives:
MONODAM LEVEL: $100 raised. Art sketch request stream. Monodam turns me into a sketch robot for a stream. Beep boop bitch. ☑️ ACHIEVED AS OF 9/8, STREAM HELD 11/28
MONOPHANIE LEVEL: $500 raised. Giveaway. Detective Duo poster by Cheer puppy. Monophanie woke up in a good mood, so she's giving away a 16" by 20" poster of our favorite v3 protagonists...or, well, I guess, the only v3 protagonists. (This item will be given away on stream, date TBD.) ☑️ ACHIEVED AS OF 9/9
MONOKID LEVEL: $1000 raised. Danganronpa WWE content. I use whatever wrestling game I can pirate find and custom-make Danganronpa characters y'all vote on. Then we fight 'em. Offline-recorded video series. HOO YEAH!
MONOSUKE LEVEL: $1500 raised. Giveaway. DR1 Steam game key. Monosuke knows the best way to bring in business is to give people stuff. Any kind of stuff. DR1 isn't the game he's in, but like, does it matter? It's free! (This item will be given away on stream, date TBD.)
MONOTARO LEVEL: $2000 raised. Return of the hot sauce stream. Like Monotaro, I'm forgetful. Specifically, I've forgotten how much my previous hot sauce stream hurt me on my birthday. So we're going at it again, new sauces, new pain, date TBD.
MONOKUMA LEVEL: $2500+ raised. 12 hour marathon Summer Camp stream. Fulfill my goal of being the Ultimate Fundraiser and I'll sit and play Danganronpa S Ultimate Summer Camp for 12 hours nonstop. And do all the voices. Puhuhu...huhuhu. (Date TBD.)
MASTERMIND LEVEL: $3000+ raised. Every winner gets an additional prize. Peasants! We have been waiting for oh-so-long! Knock things out of the park and every bingo winner gets to choose an additional prize...and a sample of my famous home cooking! (Home cooking not included.)
🌠 Important dates:
DONATIONS ACCEPTED BEGINNING: August 21st, 2023
VIDEOS/EVENT BEGINS: Sept 9, 2023
VIDEOS/EVENT ENDS: When we're done with the game. Probably no later than December or January. Or maybe much sooner. This is going to take a while, actually. But we'll post about it everywhere (here, Twitter, etc), don't worry.
DONATIONS ACCEPTED UNTIL: The event ends. See above. You can get a bingo card up until our last video, which will be announced well in advance (here, Twitter, etc). Note, however, you'll be at a slight disadvantage to choose a prize, as bingo winners get to choose in order of their wins.
🌠 Important links:
Trans Lifeline's website
Our fundraiser Tiltify (donate here! Remember: leave contact info!)
My YouTube channel (the bingo videos go here!)
My Discord, or my Twitter, or my Tumblrs (1 | 2), for updates
🌠 FAQ:
Where can I donate?
Via our Tiltify! Include contact info in the comment of your donation if you want a bingo card.
Where can I find updates?
You can find updates here on funishment-time or iris-polaris, on my YouTube, on my Twitter, or on my Discord.
Do any donations touch your wallet?
Nope. All proceeds go directly to Trans Lifeline via Tiltify. I don't get a cent of it, not even for a second.
Do I have to donate via Tiltify to participate?
Yes, sorry. This is the only way I can easily keep track. However, Tiltify accepts any form of currency IIRC.
Can I get a bingo card for a friend?
Yes, but you must donate twice (or more), even if it means donating $5 USD each time. I will issue you two (or more) cards, and you can give them out as you wish.
Can I donate without participating in the bingo?
Totes. Just ignore all the bingo stuff if you want. But you won't get any cool prizes!
What if, on the bingo card, I see a prediction that I know is true?
If, for example, Miu survives the game and you know it, don't mark the space until I get to that point in the game. This means that you do not get a bingo until I get to that point in the game. (Example: if you need the "Miu survives" space to get a bingo, it's not a bingo until I get there. I tried to balance this out by providing spaces about the way I play the game, too.)
Is this really your first time playing v3?
Yes. I know like two spoilers (the killer and victim of trial 1, for example) and I understand the characters' personalities from Summer Camp, but I've never played the game.
Isn't it a little weird to play a killing game...game for Trans Lifeline?
Yeah, but like, the fandom is super queer anyway so why not.
Are you trans?
Sort-of. Queer/genderweird, definitely. Any pronouns are fine. I like to think of my gender as..."bear."
🌠 BINGO VIDEOS SO FAR:
Week 1 (9/8): 5 spaces
Week 2 (9/21): 6 spaces
Week 3 (10/12): 4 spaces
Week 4 (11/12): 2 spaces
Week 5 (1/24): 3 spaces
✨ Thank you for spreading the word...or for participating! ✨
#danganronpa#ndrv3#ndrv3 killing harmony#danganronpa ndrv3#charity event#charity#trans lifeline#trans#transgender
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The Bluewater Originals - 1
Refurbished by Parchment, Paper & Co
Due to a preservation order being slapped on three original properties in Bluewater Village, developers Parchment, Paper & Co had no alternative but to refurb them and move them on. Not all investments work out for the best.
The first of the originals to return to the open market is a four bedroom, three storey Victorian property.
Yes the French doors are an unsightly addition, and the replacement of the original interior doors (woodworm apparently) is unfortunate... but little of the character of the building has been lost.
At just shy of 40K this is a chance to own a piece of history and make it your own.
Call Harry on the P,P&C hotline - he's an intern and as such anything that he says about the damp-proof course, single skim brick walls or the uneven patio flooring should be ignored.
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Ghost x City Girl Reader
After your car breaks down on you unexpectedly in the middle of the night, you're left with no choice but to call the only number left available to you... Ghost.
NSFW 18+, Eventual Smut (Coming in Full Part), Snippet, Hatemance, Toxic Relationships, Jealousy, Bickering, Slight romantic tension, Swearing, Reader and Ghost don't like each other, Scarcely Proofread
WC: 1.5k ~
I'm finally back from my captivity in Alaska. Here are some crumbs while I work on all my WIPs, full part should be out this weekend (with luck).
Previous Parts ~ Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four
Masterlist
NOTE: This is subject to change in the final version
"Come on, come on, come on-"
You step forward towards the edge of the road, making sure not to accidentally step 5 inches deep into another puddle of rain water, as your eyes catch sight of another pair of car headlights approaching in the distance.
Their distance glow expands like tiny, white orbs within the black of night, speeding by ever closer each passing second.
Perfect timing.
You stick your thumb out, using your other hand to try and wave down the approaching vehicle.
"Hey!" You call out, as though they can hear you over the growing sounds of trees around you blowing in the wind like it were trying to conjure up a tornado. "Hey, I could use some-"
The car zips by, carrying a gust of wind which insultingly hits you in its departure. You scoff to yourself, watching their red tail-lights slowly disappear down the road, and suddenly you're reminded of the predicament you'd just found yourself in.
That's the fourth car that's driven past you since your car unexpectedly decided to take a shit on you halfway through on your drive home.
Deep down you knew you should have just had your date pick you up from the jump; your car being the piece of shit was a secret to absolutely no one. Just three weeks ago, the damn thing died on you in the parking lot on your way home from work. However, you've had one too many experiences with being trapped at someone's place without a vehicle (at the will of your DD) to know it's best to be your own ride home.
Or that would normally be the case; honestly you wish you'd just Ubered, or had your date come get you, now that you're outside, stranded on some empty road too far from town to walk but just far out enough to be an inconvenient for anyone, in the dead of night. But at least it had stopped raining.
Though it's residue still remains on this dark road. You knew you had been out far in the boonies just from the lack of streetlights, seeing how pitch black your surroundings had been. It almost felt like a wall of sorts, some sort of abyss, boxing you in. It makes you feel like you're being watched (even though you're absolutely not).
Still, it motivates you to step back into your car, settling into your driver's seat with a frustrated huff.
By now, the remainder of the car's heat had been zapped out, all its interior lights completely dead. Some false sense of hope drives you to try and twist your key in the ignition once more, only to have your dreams retroactively crushed once you see the key completely stuck in its hole, just as it had been for the past forty minutes now.
It brings you to check your messages another time. You'd all but gone through your contact list trying to find someone that could come get you; it hadn't helped that it was damn near 1am.
You called your date first, seeing as he would be the closest to you and it hadn't been like you'd left on bad terms.
One month of seeing him, now that you think about it; you hadn't noticed the time flying by, though it's not to say your time together had been anything remarkable. Just a change to your usual FWB and one-night stand order. He liked taking you out on nice dates and you liked going back to his place to fuck, and seeing he wasn't insufferable, it worked, for now.
However, his ringer had gone straight to voicemail when you called. At first you questioned why that could have been, but then you'd remembered him mentioning his phone being on the verge of death in the midst of the movie you'd been "watching". It crossed him out all the same.
Soap and Price were some of the least reliable men to reach at night, though it had only been because they valued their sleep, and did so like professionals. You weren't surprised in the slightest when they hadn't picked up.
You didn't even bother calling Gaz; the man didn't have a car. And every other one of your friends was either too far away for it to be worth the drive or just unavailable. By the time you'd called the last name listed on your lifeline and it didn't pick up, the hopelessness started to bubble up again.
But then you remembered one other person you could call, someone you're sure wouldn't even bother, if he even picks up.
Ghost.
The phone sits in your hand, purposefully procrastinating, as your eyes toiled on his contact name on your phone. Reluctant.
There's absolutely no way he would pick up; he'd all but made it clear to you that he'd rather do without your being around him as is. What makes you think he'd want to get out of bed in the middle of the night for you?
And yet, your gaze lingered on his number.
Who else was there, if not him?
You slowly dial in his number, nausea swirling in your stomach at each press, until you've heard the phone begun to ring.
You place the cool glass to your face, listening to the other line ring, awaiting to hear that familiar automotive voice message system of his.
However, the air catches in your throat when you've actually heard the other line pick up, sounds of covers shifting and a man's heavy sigh filling in this period of silence that's gone on far too long for you.
"You do realize what time it is, don't you?"
You roll your eyes, sinking back into your seat as you settled in for this conversation. Welp, you called him, and here he is. Time to deal with that.
"I had no idea," you say sarcastically.
"Should probably buy a watch then," he teases.
"You offering?"
"No."
You can't help but do anything else other than smack your lips together in response. "I'll just keep doin' me then, boo," you say.
"A shock to no one, I imagine." You hear Ghost groan gruffly on the other end, clearly having been in bed. "So what then? Your date end poorly or somethin'?"
While he had been making a jab at you, his words were more revealing than he realized. Clearly, he'd still been thinking about you, despite wanting to act like you'd been the one bothering him right now.
It makes you giggle under your breath, though you're loud enough for him to hear. "It went great actually," you say. "He really knows how to wine and dine a girl down."
"No doubt letting a man actually treat you like a woman for a change is a new experience for you," Ghost remarks.
"Guess it just took finding the right guy for the job," you remark back. "He's got you on a run for your money, Manchester."
The right guy, meaning anyone but Ghost, he had imagined. Not in any tangible way beyond whatever lust-filled mistakes you two continuously shared between each other.
Ghost pauses for a moment. You know your comment had gotten to him somewhat. Though he spares little time for you to rejoice in it.
"He can have it," he says coldly. "We're done, remember?"
You're not sure why, but hearing him say that to you yet again -- with not a heartbeat to spare, it only seemed to make your own heart run a bit colder.
Ghost only continues, his patience having run thin since talking. "Why are you calling?"
You hesitate to speak at first, your pride already having been bruised just having to call him to begin with. You sigh lightly to yourself, regaining your composure and cutting right to the chase. After all, what reason was there to be nervous? This was only Manchester.
"I need your help," you say plainly. "My car broke down and I'm in the middle of nowhere. I tried calling literally anyone else... but you're the only one who's actually answered. So... look, if you don't want to, just tell me now so I can call someone else, alright?"
Silence.
You have to look down at your phone to see if the man had hung up on you suddenly; it wouldn't have surprised you. But no, he'd still been on the other line, merely existing with his tightly shut lips.
After some more seconds have gone by, you've found the silence has driven you mad.
"Look, just forget-"
"Where are you now?"
That's not what you were expecting to hear. His words stop you in your tracks, your heart beginning to race once you finally had a plan in motion.
You sit up in your seat, already typing in Ghost's address into your Google Maps so you could get a good estimate of how long you'd be waiting. You wanted to cry when you saw the double digits, and nearly did when you read that 27 minute drive time.
You hum to yourself, trying not to sound too disappointed as you spoke.
"Well..." You sigh. "It's not close."
"How far are we talking?"
Full Part Coming Soon... ( ˶˘ ³˘(˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)♡
#ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost simon riley#simon ghost riley#simon riley#call of duty#modern warfare ii#call of duty modern warfare ii#mwii#mw2022#call of duty modern warfare 2#no good men left to spare
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♡ — unspoken facts
sakusa kiyoomi finds himself wandering into the apartment he can’t wait to move into.
1,343 fluffy, unedited words based on this ask!
kiyoomi knows you're not due to move in until next week, that's what you both agreed on, and he's usually not one to do things on a whim but tonight he's restless and full of thoughts. he thinks about how far you've come since your first meeting almost a year ago, about how nervous he was when he asked you out, about how nervous he was on your first date, about how nervous he was the first time you actually came to watch his match in person (he scored the most points out of everyone that day), about how nervous he was when, last month, he proposed the offer of moving in together. but now he's not nervous anymore. he's excited.
and before he knows it, kiyoomi is putting on his shoes and pulling on a jacket, and he lets his feet lead him to the apartment that the both of you officially own, his hand shoved in the pocket of his jacket tightly gripping his copy of the key. he never wants to let it go, he thinks, never wants to let you go.
as he gets off the elevator and approaches the front door, he's met with muffled sounds he can hear through the front door. confused, he double checks that he has the right floor and the right unit, and his heart drops when he realizes that he does.
all the alarms in his mind are going off as he essentially freezes in place. after all, there never were any instructions on what to do if there's an intruder in your apartment that you hadn't moved into yet. should he just go in? should he call the cops? should he call you?
no, definitely not call you, at least not right now. he doesn't want to possibly wake you up and scare you shitless at 12 am on a thursday.
kiyoomi’s still unsure on what to do, hand hovering above the door handle and teeth chewing on the inside of his cheek. he can hear his heartbeat thumping hard in his ear, something he typically experiences only during grueling practices and matches.
finally, he sucks in a deep breath and steps back from the door, careful to keep quiet in order not to alarm whoever is behind the door. his hand slips back into his pocket to grab his phone and his fingers quickly dial the emergency hotline number and he–
"...sakusa kiyoomi lands an incredible spike! the MSBY Black Jackals takes the third set and officially wins the match!"
hold on — are the intruders... watching his match?
confused is an understatement to what he's feeling. he wonders if it's just a coincidence that they happen to be tuning into one of his matches, or if it's some kind of delusional, stalker fan who's managed to get a hold of his personal information. the sound of the volleyball commentator fades out and kiyoomi listens hard once more. finally, he hears it — a familiar hushed giggle that immediately quells all his worries.
oh, it's definitely one of his fans. in fact, one that he knows quite well.
all his previous anxiety fizzles out like a candle and is replaced with a huff of annoyance as he shoves his phone back in his pocket, and immediately sticks his key in the keyhole and unlocks the door before he makes his way inside.
"what the hell are you doing here?"
you let out something that's between a squawk and a scream when the one and only sakusa kiyoomi all but barges into what would be the living room and growls out his question. the sudden intrusion makes you jump and sends your heart rate into a frenzy.
"kiyoomi!" you yelp, catching your breath, "god - you almost gave me a heart attack!"
your boyfriend doesn't look too amused at your response. "i gave you a heart attack? i thought someone broke in here!" he retorts, "i was going to call the cops on you."
kiyoomi sighs and walks towards your figure, sitting down next to you on the floor. "what are you doing here, y/n?" he asks again, gentler this time and genuinely curious.
you shift to face him but you're not looking in his eyes, choosing instead to take his hand in yours - which he gladly accepts - and instead focus on the way your fingers intertwine together as your heartbeat gradually stabilizes. "i could ask you the same thing, you know," you reply.
kiyoomi doesn't fail to notice the faint smile growing on your lips and he can't help but mirror it on his own. "i guess that's fair," he hums, giving your hand a comforting squeeze. "i, uh, i'm not even sure why i'm here," he continues, voice trailing off and getting quieter, "i mean, it's not that i don't want to be here but i just– couldn't sleep and–"
"it's okay, kiyoomi." you finally look up at him, fondly staring into his deep brown irises. "i know. me, too," you admit, voice just loud enough for him.
while he would usually tense up at the mere thought of receiving attention from another, kiyoomi finds himself uncharacteristically relaxing under your gaze.
the two of you wordlessly agree to let the conversation go, the shared silence between you and kiyoomi saying more than any of you can voice out. it's not long before he's tugging you closer to settle on his lap – another unspoken fact that it's your favorite place in the world.
your back molds into his chest perfectly and he wraps his arms around you, enveloping you in his warmth you never fail to find solace in. the apartment is soundless with the exception of you and kiyoomi’s breathing. there’s not much, but you marvel at the dimly-lit space you’re in. sitting on the floor with no cushion or heating for the both of you, you should be feeling the discomfort and the urge to move away, preferably to your or his current abode where there’s a bed and covers to snuggle under, yet neither of you make any attempt to even shift from your position, much less pull away from one another. you’re surrounded by unopened boxes and no actual assembled furniture, and neither of you have decided on putting what where, but you feel your heart pick up speed again, and it's as if kiyoomi senses it, too.
"what are you thinking of, love?" he murmurs softly into your ear, smiling at the way you shy away from his ticklish breath and leaning down to pepper kisses on the back of your neck, his ministrations slowly but surely easing you into a serenity.
"just excited," you say, sighing dreamily. "in a week, we'll be moved in and this place is going to be, you know, ours."
you feel his arms tighten around you. "ours," he repeats, letting the word roll off his tongue as if he's testing it out. he places another gentle kiss on the top of your head. "i love the sound of that."
there are two more unspoken facts between you and kiyoomi.
one, is that it doesn’t matter that this apartment you’re moving into is perfectly located between your respective workplaces, or that it’s not too big nor is it too small, or it has the perfect view overlooking the cityscape, or it has a cozy kitchen you can’t wait to slow-dance to cheesy love songs in — it’s that you’re moving in with each other and not anyone else.
and two, is the i love you’s weaved into the way your legs are tangled together, the way kiyoomi doesn’t loosen his grip for even a moment, and the way you can soundly fall asleep in his arms, even in the middle of an empty room.
#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x you#hq x reader#haikyuu fluff#sakusa kiyoomi#sakusa kiyoomi x reader#sakusa x reader#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu scenarios#haikyuu drabbles#sakusa#sakusa kiyoomi fluff#&works
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Court Of Public Opinion - Andy Barber x Reader (Part 1)
A/N: This is the sequel to Memory Served and will contain major spoilers for that series so go read that one first if you haven’t already!
Summary: 4 months have passed since your disappearance and Andy is beginning to lose hope. However a miracle is just around the corner, but it comes with its own complications
Word Count: 8.1k
Warnings: Language! Angst! Talk of Abduction! Talk of Violence!
Dividers by me!
Series Masterlist / Masterlist
Chapter 1
Andy felt like a shell of a man, barely alive, only just existing. His eyes were unfocused as the room filled with indistinct conversation and the sound of camera shutters as the press took photos. He didn’t want to be here, he wanted to be anywhere else but here. He didn’t want to listen to the recap of the case, didn’t want to see the sympathetic looks from everyone.
He just wanted you.
“Mr Barber, is there anything you want to say to Y/N if she’s out there?” One of the reporters asked.
Andy blinked a couple of times pulling himself from the trance he was in. He glances over towards your parents who gave him a small reassuring smile before he looked back out towards the sea of reporters.
He clears his throat nodding his head slightly as he got his thoughts in order “Yes” he mutters before finding the main camera and looking directly down the lens “Y/N, sweetheart, I don’t know if you’ll ever see this but if you do please reach out, just to let us know you’re safe, and if there’s someone out there who knows where she is, or know what happened please help us” he pleads, looking down as his voice breaks.
He tries to sniffle back his tears as he feels the all too familiar dark cloud and clenching sensation in his chest. Something he felt so often it was more like an old friend now.
He feels your mom reach out beneath the table and squeeze his hand. He glances over seeing her glassy eyes looking back at him, she gives him a reassuring smile that just breaks his heart even more because she looked just like you. All Andy could see was your face whenever you tried to cheer him up or reassured him that he was going to win this case.
After what felt like hours the press conference was over and Andy and your parents were able to file out of the room, away from the scrutiny of the press. Once in the next room your mom turned to face him, wrapping her arms around him.
“I’m sorry” Andy muttered shaking his head as she hugs him.
“Honey you have nothing to apologise for, you did a great job, I’m so proud of you” she smiled reaching up to quickly wipe away his tears.
“We both are, we know you’re doing everything you can,” your father says putting his hand on Andy’s shoulder.
The detectives working on the case then walk over “We want to thank you for agreeing to this press conference, we understand how difficult it must have been” Lieutenant Elliot says as he shakes Andy’s hand.
“But we’re hoping this will lead to a breakthrough, it’s going to be on statewide news and there’s a hotline assigned now so we might get some hits,” Detective Wagner says.
“We hope so too” your father sighs nodding his head.
“We’ll be in touch if we hear anything, in the meantime head home and try and get some rest,” Elliot says before the both of them bid their goodbyes.
“C’mon Andy let's head home,” your mom says rubbing his arms soothingly, Andy just nods and lets her gently guide him out of the building.
As your father drove them all back to Andy’s house, Andy was just staring out the window. His eyes closed as he replayed the last time he saw you, the way you kissed him, smiled at him as you backed the car onto the road, blowing him a kiss as you pulled away. He’d give anything to have another chance, to hold you tight and not let you leave, beg you to wait just one day so he could drive you both to your parents' house.
Everyone was silent as they walked into the house, your mom making a beeline for the kitchen. Your dad just clapped Andy on the shoulder offering him a drink, Andy gave him a small nod before walking towards the kitchen where he found your mom throwing away last night’s take-out containers.
“You don’t need to do that,” Andy tells her gently, putting his hand on her arms as she went to wipe down the counter.
“I know” she sighs “I just like to keep busy” she admits sadly.
“I know, but c’mon,” Andy says gently, taking the cloth from her.
“I miss her” your mom sniffles.
“I do too” Andy whispers wrapping his arms around her and hugging her tightly.
For the rest of the afternoon, they all tried to relax and talk about anything except you and your disappearance. Your parents asked Andy how the fraud case he was working on was going, he in turn asked how they were, and if your dad had caught any big fish since they last spoke.
“We should probably start heading home love” your dad says squeezing your mom’s knee.
“Yeah you’re right” she sighs nodding her head before glancing over at Andy “Do you want to come back with us Andy? It must be hard being here with constant reminders of her” she offers nodding to your blanket draped over your reading chair in the corner.
“Or go see Frank for a bit, a change of scenery might do you some good” your dad suggests.
Andy shakes his head “No I’m good, working and keeping busy is what is helping at the moment, if I stopped…” Andy sighs.
Your dad gives him a small smile nodding his head “Okay, but the offer is always there” he reminds him.
“Thank you, drive safe,” Andy says as he walks the both to the door.
“We will, call if you need us” your mom reminds him giving him a quick friendly kiss on the cheek before stepping outside.
He stands by the door, waving them off as they drove away. Letting out a long sigh he walked back inside, closing the door behind him before making his way into the kitchen.
Opening up the fridge to grab a beer he couldn’t help but let out a weak snort when he saw your mom had filled it with meals he could just put in the oven. He spots a note on top of one of the pasta dishes.
All those takeouts won’t be doing you any good, take care of yourself Andy
Andy smiles gently as he grabs the pasta dish and puts it in the oven. He’s always admired your parents and how loving and supportive they were. As soon as they’d met him they accepted him, treated him like a son. And they had raised you, this amazing smart gorgeous intelligent woman that he missed so so much.
Letting out a shaky breath he abandoned his beer and reached for something stronger. Grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the side and pouring himself a healthy measure, swallowing it back in one go.
Once his dinner was ready he grabbed his laptop and began working while he ate. He knew you would rather he relax and watch some TV, there were many nights that you’d grab him by the tie and drag him away from his laptop. But you weren’t here and the only way he could keep his head above water was to keep going, keep working, because silence was suffocating.
He’d just pushed his empty plate away, washing his food down with more scotch when his phone started ringing. He instantly reached for it, hoping it was the police with news, letting out a disappointed “hey” when he saw it was just Frank.
“Hey, I was just checking in, seeing how you were after the conference” Frank greets.
Andy lets out a long sigh, rubbing his forehead tiredly “It was how it’s to be expected, painful” he admits.
“But it’ll be helpful though right? Get more people looking” Frank says somewhat hopefully.
“Maybe I dunno, it’s just fuck all those faces looking back at me, the sympathy” Andy mutters running his hand down his face.
“Isn’t that a good thing?”
“Not when they’re all clearly thinking she’s dead and I should just move on” Andy scoffs.
There’s silence for a beat “but you don’t think that do you”
“No… maybe fuck I don’t know, I just don’t understand it all” Andy groans.
“Barber I swear to god you better get your head out of your ass before I catch the next flight up to Boston and kick your ass, she’s out there somewhere” Frank says growling.
“But where? Why doesn’t she want to be found? Has she just up and left me? Is that why she dumped the car and everything in it?” Andy demands getting more worked up.
“I don’t know Andy, I wish I did, but look we know that there was no evidence of a crash or something, and she wouldn’t have left you, she loves you Andy and she would have gone to her parents” Frank reasons.
“So you’re saying someone might have taken her?” Andy huffs
There was another beat of silence before Frank sighed “I don’t know, maybe… but there wasn’t a sign of struggle” he says making Andy sigh deeply “Look just don’t give up hope, hopefully the press conference will do some good, get more people on the lookout, give the case more attention, we all know that’s been lacking”
“Yeah I guess” Andy murmurs as he takes a sip of scotch
“And the offer of staying on my couch is still there, I know Mary would love to see you or we could try and visit you” Frank offers.
“No save your money, and sanity by not staying with your mother, I’ll be fine” Andy says making Frank chuckle quietly.
“Sure but don’t hide away, and keep in contact, it’s all gonna work out” Frank reassures him.
“I will promise, how’s the gremlin?” Andy asks changing the topic.
Frank lets out a long groan which makes Andy chuckle weakly “She slammed her bedroom door on my hand this morning”
“Ouch, what did you do to deserve that,” Andy asks.
“Said she couldn’t go to girl scouts because she refused to do anything in Gym class the day before” Frank explains with a huff.
“Let me guess, she was doing maths instead” Andy chuckles knowingly.
“Yep god she’s such a backwards kid” Franks snorts.
“Yeah, but you love her” Andy points out.
“Yeah I do, but look it’s getting late and you should be trying to get some sleep not working yourself to death” Frank says knowingly.
“I dunno” Andy sighs shaking his head.
“Andrew Stephen Barber, get some sleep, it’s what Y/N would want” Frank warns.
“Okay, fine I’ll try” Andy concedes.
“Good, I’ll talk to you soon and I’ll try and get up to you soon” Frank promises.
“Okay, talk to you soon” Andy sighs before hanging up the phone.
Deafening silence fills the room as soon as the call disconnects. Andy sighing sadly as he looks around the empty house trying desperately not to lose hope.
When Andy woke the following morning, he glanced to the side like he’d done every morning, still expecting to see you peacefully asleep next to him. But just like every morning for the past 4 months, there was just an empty, cold space next to him.
Staring back up at the ceiling he let out a long sigh. He had a strange feeling in his gut that just made him want to pull the covers back up, fall back asleep and maybe if he was lucky, dream of you. He seriously considered just not going to work today but he knew he needed to, he needed to keep busy, he couldn’t let his head slip under water.
So he dragged himself out of bed and forced himself to get ready for the day. His body went into autopilot as he slipped on his suit and straightened his tie. At least he knew he had a busy day ahead of him, meeting after meeting that should keep his mind occupied enough.
Walking into the office he kept his eyes on the floor, avoiding the sight of sympathetic looks he always got. He’d thought that he’d get used to it eventually but the longer it went on the worse it got. They reminded him of what he’d lost, that with every day that passed people gave up hope you’d ever be found.
As soon as he was able to he shut his office door, pulling the blinds down so there could be no prying eyes. Dumping his bag down at his desk he got straight to work, grabbed files he needed and hit notebook.
Walking back out he paused by this assistant’s desk “Is meeting room D ready?” He asks her.
“Yes, and I’ve closed all the blinds already” she nods.
“Good, keep hold of this for me, let me know if anything important happens,” he says passing her his phone.
“Oh- oh yeah of course,” she says “Are you sure you don’t want it with you, just in case?”
“No I don’t want our witnesses being disturbed or put off, we might lose out on critical information” Andy states shaking his head.
“Right, yes of course, uh your first meeting isn’t for another half an hour do you want me to get a coffee or do anything?” She offers shifting nervously in her seat.
“A coffee would be fine, I’ll be in meeting room D setting up” Andy says pointing down the corridor.
“Coming right up,” she says with a small smile pushing herself up from her chair.
Andy gives her a curt nod before walking off in the opposite direction towards the meeting room. It was the oldest and smallest in the building, barely used for that reason. But Andy had picked it specifically because it was also far out of the way of the main hub of the office. It was a safe little refuge from everyone and their sad smiles.
He was just sorting through everything he needed when he heard the door open, and glancing up to see his boss Lynn walking in. She walks over placing a cup of coffee and a croissant down in front of him.
“Intercepted your assistant and thought I’d make the delivery myself, even snagged you the last pastry in case you hadn’t eaten,” she says.
“Thanks, you didn’t have to” Andy mumbles taking to cup of coffee and taking a large sip, looking back down at his work.
When he didn’t hear her leave he glances back up to see her studying him, arms crossed, a concerned look on her face.
“Is there anything you need?” He asks with a sigh.
“You know you don’t have to be in today, you can take the day off and just recuperate after yesterday” she tells him.
“Lynn I’m fine” he states.
“Barber I’m looking right at you and I know you’re not fine, did you even sleep last night?” She says shaking her head at him.
“Yes I did, and I ate, and I had a shower, I don’t need a caretaker” he snaps.
Lynn doesn’t even flinch, she just arches a brow “Considering what you’re going through i’ll let that slide” she tells him, Andy just gives her a small remorseful sigh “Nobody will think less of you Andy” she says walking around the desk, leaning against the side of it “yesterday would have dug a lot of stuff up, you should be looking after yourself”
“I am,” Andy says shaking his head “going home and doing nothing will just make me feel worse, I need to keep busy”
Lynn sighs nodding her head “Okay, but go home if you’re struggling, take the access stairwell if you want to avoid everyone” she says standing back up.
“Thank you,” Andy says with a weak smile.
“It's okay, now eat” she orders pointing to the croissant as she leaves.
He rolls his eyes but grabs the croissant and takes a large bite, his stomach rumbling as soon as he did so. Clearly much hungrier than he was willing to admit.
The morning moved past in a blur of meetings with witnesses, taking their statements and trying to piece together a case. He ended up working through his lunch, not wanting to leave the safety of meeting room D.
It was around 3 pm that he heard a knock on the door “Yeah?” He called out to whoever it was.
His assistant pokes her head in the door “Sorry I’m not sure if it’s important but an unknown number has been trying to call you for the past hour?” She says walking in, holding out his phone.
“Is it the same number?” Andy asks frowning in confusion as he takes his phone.
“I don’t know, it was a withheld number, it might just be press but I thought I’d tell you,” she says shrugging her shoulders.
Andy lets out a long sigh, with the press conference yesterday he knew there was a chance he’d get hounded by them. All of them hoping for an exclusive.
“Thanks, I’ll keep hold of it and answer when they next call, find out what’s going on” he sighs sliding his phone into his jacket pocket.
“Sure, do you want me to get anything?” She offers.
“No, just send in the next witness when they’re here,” Andy says with a small shake of his head, already going back to scribbling down some notes.
“Of course” she nods before stepping back out of the room.
It was barely 10 minutes later when the door to the meeting room opened. Andy glanced up expecting to see another witness but he instantly stands when he sees Lynn and Lieutenant Elliot walk in.
“Apologies for bursting in at your place of work, but since you weren’t answering your calls I thought it best to check in” Elliot explains.
“I-I left it with my assistant, is everything okay? Has something happened?” Andy asks, begging that it was good news.
“Y/N has been found, she managed to make her way to Newton police station with the help of a member of the general public just over an hour and a half ago,” Elliot tells him.
Andy’s heart stopped. Even though he prayed and begged that you turn up and come back to him, the longer it went on the less he believed it was actually happening. He had to blink a couple of times to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.
“Is-is she okay? What happened?” Andy stutters in shock.
“She’s injured but okay, Detective Wagner has officers with her now at Newton General Hospital, we can now confirm though that she was abducted” He explains with a heavy sigh.
“Fuck” Andy mutters running his hand down his face.
“I’ve already gathered your things for you, do you want me to drive you over Andy?” Lynn offers putting his coat and bag down on the table.
“I-i- uh” Andy stutters his hands shaking as he tried to shove his belongings into his bag.
“I’ll drive you” Lynn states putting her hand on his wrist.
Andy just swallows the lump in his throat nodding his head gratefully, shoving the last of his stuff in his bag. He quickly pulls on his coat and follows them out of the room.
“If you give me your car keys I can organise an officer to bring your car to the hospital for you” Elliot offers as the three of them walk down the access stairwell into the garage.
“Thank you” Andy mutters “Have you called her parents?” He asks as he passes Elliot his keys.
“Yes, they’re on their way, should arrive in over an hour or so” Elliot answered nodding his head.
“Good, fuck they’re gonna be so happy” Andy mutters shaking his head.
“We all are, I’ll see you at the hospital,” Elliot says walking towards his car.
Andy follows Lynn over to her car, quickly climbing in and doing up his seatbelt. Lynn wastes no time and pulls out of the garage and towards the hospital.
As she drives, Andy texts your friend and coworker, Carrie, and Frank to tell them you’d been found. Frank called Andy almost immediately.
“Are you serious? Please tell me you’re being fucking serious” Frank demands as soon as the line connects.
“I’m being serious, I’m on the way to the hospital now” Andy confirms, still struggling to believe it was true.
“Shit. Is she okay? what happened?” Frank questions.
“She’s hurt, but apparently she’s fine, it’s probably just precautionary, she turned up at the police station over an hour ago, she’d been fucking abducted” Andy states shaking his head, as soon as he found out who took you he was going to kill them.
“Fuck, do they know who took her?” Frank asks.
“I don’t know, but whoever it is I’m gonna fucking kill them” Andy growls, earning a look from Lynn.
“I’ll help, but look I’ll let you go and me and Mary will try and get up as soon as we can” Frank promises.
“Thank you Frank, I’ll talk to you soon” Andy says hanging up just as they were pulling up into the hospital car park.
Andy didn’t even wait for the car to stop completely before he jumped out. Lynn shouted after him as he ran into the building. From his knowledge as ADA and visiting other victims, he already knew what floor of the hospital they would have taken you, running straight into the elevator, slamming the button to make the door close.
As soon as they opened back up he ran out, straight to the front desk “where is she?” He demanded his voice booming down the corridor.
The nurse blinks in surprise, pointing down the corridor where there were armed guards stood outside. Andy’s breath caught, worry washing over him, was the risk to you so great that you needed armed guards outside your room.
Rushing down the corridor the guards thankfully step aside allowing him to burst straight into the room. As soon as he saw you he froze. You looked so broken, your hands and wrist bandaged, a couple of cuts on your face, a large bandage on your leg. His eyes scanned over every inch of your body unable to believe you were here.
“Andy” you whispered, your voice hoarse, cracking as you spoke.
Andy almost completely broke down hearing your voice. It was real, you were here. You were alive, hurt but alive. Every emotion he’d been trying to hold back broke free, tears falling in sheer relief.
He nodded his head “Honey” he choked out, surging forward wrapping his arms around you tightly, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
He held onto you as you completely broke down, your fingers clutching at his coat as if you were scared he was going to disappear. Andy mentally scolded himself for ever thinking you’d up and just left him.
Andy pulled back from the hug to cup your cheeks, his eyes meeting your tearful ones “fuck Honey I’m so happy to see you, I can’t believe you’re here” he admits shaking his head.
Your lower lip begins to wobble, your fingers gripping his wrists tightly as you shook your head, shame clear on your face “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” you stuttered.
Andy’s heart breaks hearing you say that, this wasn’t your fault, none of this was “No, no stop that” he says gently as he kisses your forehead “You have nothing to apologise for” he tells you, his eyes meeting yours to drive his point home “you’re safe now and that’s all that matters, nothing else, and we’ll work this all out, we’ll make him pay for whatever he did to you” he promises.
The look of relief washes over your face, tears streaming down your face, ones that Andy quickly wipes away “I’m so happy to see you” you whisper shaking your head.
Andy couldn’t stop the small smile that broke out on his face when he hears that. To know you were safe and back home with him, that you wanted to be home.
“Me too, so, so much” smiles softly, leaning in to kiss you.
Andy felt you hesitate for a moment, long enough to make Andy worry. Questioning what your captor had done to you, what had made you freeze, Andy’s mind instantly went to the worst case scenario.
Before Andy had a chance to question it, you responded kissing him back eagerly. Andy breathes out a sigh of relief, holding back a sob as he kissed you deeply. He honestly didn’t think he’d ever get to hold you like this again, all of his sheer joy, love and relief pouring out into the kiss.
“Where-where is everyone else?” You asked once you broke away from the kiss.
“Carrie will be here tomorrow, Frank and Mary will visit as soon as they can, your parents are making their way over now, they’ll be here in an hour or so,” Andy tells you, his thumbs gently running over your cheeks.
“And they’re all okay? He- he told me my parents were dead” you ask nervously.
Andy blinks in surprise shaking his head, his heart breaking to know you actually believed that “They’re all fine, happy and healthy, they’re so happy you’re safe” Andy reassures you, one hand dropping to take your hand squeezing it gently.
“Oh thank god” you choke out in relief, Andy instantly wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head as he held you.
Andy glances over his shoulder when he hears the door to your room open, Lieutenant Elliot and Detective Wagner walking in “Hi, I’m sorry to interrupt the reunion but I thought I better introduce myself, I’m Lieutenant Elliott, I’ll be the head detective on your case” Elliot says introducing himself.
Andy rises to his full height, turning to face the detectives “Have you got him yet? The man who abducted her?” Andy demands, his hand resting on your shoulder.
“Yes, we arrested him a few minutes ago” Elliott nods “We’ll be questioning him later tonight but we need to know what happened to you before we can do so” he explains nodding to you.
You glance up at Andy swallowing nervously “Yeah… sure” you mutter looking back over at the detective.
Andy could tell how nervous and apprehensive you were, he knew this wasn’t going to be easy for you. He hated having to ask witnesses and victims to recount their stories, relive their pain.
“Take your time honey, don’t rush it if you’re not ready” Andy reassures you.
“No, I’m ready…” you say looking back up at him “It just won’t be easy for you to hear”
Andy takes a deep breath nodding his head. He knew it was important to find out what happened to you, it gave them a chance of sending the perp down for good. But he also didn’t want to hear the horrors you’d been subjected to the past 4 months, have you relive them. Looking down at you, all he saw was worry in your eyes, worry for him, you’d been abducted and you were worrying for him. Something that spoke volumes of your sweet and caring soul.
Andy didn’t want you worrying about him, so he put on a brave face and forced a smile “Whatever happened I’ll be right here the entire time” he reassures you, whatever happened surely wasn’t as bad as what he was imagining in his head.
You nod your head slightly before looking over at the detective “I’m ready”
Elliot nods his head moving to set a tape recorder down on the tray table at the end of your bed “Okay, we’re going to record this and be making notes so it can be your official statement, we may ask a couple of questions when you’re finished to clear a few things up but otherwise, we won’t interrupt” he explains pressing record.
You glance over at Andy so he gives you a reassuring nod as he sits down in the chair next to your bed, keeping hold of your hand to remind you that he was there.
“Okay, so um I can just about remember the accident, it was at a crossroads just north of Boston, a really quiet area and this red van must have blown a stop sign or something because it just crashed straight into the side of me” you start swallowing nervously “I must have been knocked out because I can remember being treated at the site but then I woke up again at Mass Gen, and I couldn’t remember anything, not even my own name” you explain.
Andy takes a deep breath as he tries to make sense of it all, glancing over at the detectives he could see they were equally confused. The investigation into your disappearance had found your car miles away in Sudbury, not a scratch on it.
“When I woke up he was there, I didn’t instantly recognise him but he told me his name was Ransom Drysdale and that he was my fiancé” you continue, Andy felt his mouth go dry hearing the name of your captor for the first time.
“He said my name was Dorothy, or Dory, I guess that was some sick joke in the end” you mutter shaking your head, “he said we’d been in an argument and I stormed out, got into the accident as I was driving away from him” you continue before sighing deeply “he was so sweet and charming and looked so devastated that I was hurt that I trusted him, he kinda looked like you too,” you say looking over at Andy “so maybe that made me trust him too”
Andy glanced down for a second before forcing a reassuring smile back at you. He didn’t want you to know how sick he felt.
“He got the doctor to discharge me and he took me home to his house, that was when I had my first memory, of him standing at a bar, which just made me trust him more. He told me how we met, that it was at an event and he’d hit on me but I turned him down, which was true because I know now that I was dating Andy. But at the time I didn’t know that and he said he chased me and wore me down until I finally agreed” you explained,
Andy could recall that night, you’d even pointed Ransom out to him when you told him he’d hit on you. You had laughed when Andy got all possessive and told him you’d never go for someone like Ransom. If he could Andy would go back in time and beat Ransom up, preventing all this from happening.
“He said because I didn’t remember him we could take things slow and rebuild the relationship, which is what we did. He introduced me to his family, took me out on a date to a fancy restaurant, and stood up for me when his family called me a gold-digging whore” you continue shaking your head.
Andy bit his lip as he looked down at the floor in disbelief. Ransom had convinced you of this sick lie, made you live in this fantasy he’d created.
“We lived like any engaged couple would, he brought me the occasional present and looked after me when I felt sad and frustrated about my lack of memories” you sigh shaking your head “And he even convinced me to start planning our wedding, moving it forward to what would have been tomorrow under the guise that his grandfather was gravely ill, had I not seen the news and the press conference and remembered everything well almost everything, some things are still fuzzy” you admit, sniffling as you began to well up.
Andy squeezed your hand reassuringly, he’d hated every moment of that press conference, but knowing it was the trigger that brought you back brought him some peace.
“Ransom was out at the time, so I tried to leave before he got home but he arrived home just as I was running up the stairs to pack a bag” You recall “he knew straight away that I remembered, screamed at me that he was better, that I belonged with him. I tried to run away, running into the kitchen to go out the backdoor, but he caught me, dragging me by my hair. I managed to grab a knife but he grabbed my wrist, causing me to cut myself as he forced the knife out of my hands” you say gesturing to your leg “he then dragged me by my hair up the stairs and locked me in a closet, there was a small window that I managed to break and crawl out off, I fell onto the roof of the garage before jumping down onto solid ground. I then just ran, straight for the main road which is where I found Colin and he brought me to you guys” you say finishing your story.
Silence falls in the room with the exception of the detectives scribbling in their notebooks. You look over at Andy, with tears in your eyes, Andy just gives you a weak smile, kissing your knuckles softly.
“Thank you, that must not have been easy, we just have a few questions to help fill in some gaps if you don’t mind,” Elliot says “Take your time, but the more detail the better, we want to charge him for as much as possible”
“What charges are we looking at already?” Andy asks.
“Abduction, false imprisonment and assault” Elliot answers with a small nod.
Andy sighs nodding his head in understanding leaning back in his chair, thumb brushing over your knuckles to help calm him down.
“What questions do you have?” You ask getting the conversation back on track.
Elliot gives you a small smile before he begins to ask all the questions he had. He asked you about Ransom and his family. What lies he told whenever you did remember something, like what he said about your parents. They asked for more detail about the date Ransom took you on and the people you met while under his control.
“Can you tell me where in the house the closet was that he locked you in?” Elliot asked.
“It-uh- it was upstairs, third door on the left,” you say your voice shaky.
“Okay, we’ll pass those detail onto CSI so they can pinpoint where in the house to look,” Elliot tells you before shifting in his seat “I just have one last question,” he says “Did you engage in sexual intercourse with Mr Drysdale?” He asks clearing his throat uncomfortably.
Andy practically froze. His heart hammering in his chest and his stomach turning making him feel physically sick. So sick he glanced to the side spotting a small bin just in case. You’d said that you had lived like an engaged couple with Ransom, but he hadn’t considered the possibility that you might have slept with him. Maybe he was trying to be blissfully ignorant of it, pretending it didn’t happen, that it wasn’t the reason you hesitated when he kissed you.
Glancing over at you he could see your lower lip wobbling as you looked down at your lap. The look of devastation and shame on your face already gave him your answer, he knew before you nodded and whispered a broken yes.
“Okay, we’ll let you rest now, you’re statement and the evidence we’ll collect tonight will be enough to charge him, but we will need more to get a guilty conviction so we’ll be in touch as we make progress,” Elliot says quietly as he and Wagner stand up.
Andy gives them a small grateful nod as they go. You had pulled your hand from his to wipe away your tears, while Andy just ran a hand down his face staring at a spot on the floor as he tried to process everything he’d learnt. Part of him thought this might just be some sick twisted nightmare but it wasn’t. This was all real, everything had actually happened to you. Andy didn’t know whether to be angry or sad or both.
Looking over at you, you were already looking over at him tears streaming down your face “Please don’t hate me” you choked out shaking your head.
Andy felt his heart completely breaking, he hated that you could even think that “No” he whispered, his voice breaking “No I don’t hate you, I could never hate you,” he tells you reaching out to take your hand.
“If I’d known I’d never have gone through with it, let him touch me or- or-” you say stuttering over your words.
“I know, I know honey I know” Andy sighs lifting your hand to his lips “It's okay, we’ll get through this, we’ll make him pay” he promises.
“So we’re good?” you ask uncertainty clear in your voice.
“Yeah we’re good, we’ll always be good” Andy promises, standing up so he could lean over and kiss you “You’re home now”
You wrap your arms around him tightly, burying your head into his chest “I’m home” you repeat “I’m home”
Andy held onto you tightly, rubbing your back soothingly, kissing the top of your head. He held back his own tears as he heard and felt yours. He didn’t let go until he heard your sobs subside, even then he only pulled back enough to see your exhausted face.
“Get some rest honey, you need it,” he says softly.
“Will you stay?” You ask looking up at him.
“I’m not going anywhere, I promise” Andy whispers kissing the top of your head “Now c’mon lie down”
You nod your head shuffling over so Andy could perch on the side of the bed. You snuggled into his side, something that made him smile softly since he missed this so much. It didn’t take long at all for you to fall asleep, holding onto his arm that he wrapped around you. Andy remained completely still and silent as you slept, only moving to kiss the top of your head.
About half an hour later Andy heard movement outside the room. Looking up he saw your mom and dad slowly opening the door. Your mom’s shaking hand moved to cup her mouth as she laid eyes on you, both your parents had tears of joy in their eyes.
Andy held up a finger to his lips, telling them to be quiet. While he knew you’d want to see your parents, especially after what Ransom had told you, he knew you needed the sleep more. Your parents nodded their heads in understanding, quietly slipping into the room.
‘Is she okay?’ Your mom mouthed to him.
Andy nods his head in answer, glancing down at you still deeply asleep. He looked back up at your parents and knew they’d be desperate to know what happened, so he nodded to the door mouthing ‘I’ll explain outside’
Your parents nodded their heads with grateful looks on their faces, quietly moving back out of the room. Once the door was shut he carefully slipped out from the bed, making sure not to wake you. He paused by the side of the bed to make sure you were still fast asleep before slipping out of the room.
As soon as he was outside your parents enveloped him in a tight hug he didn’t realise he needed.
“I’ll be quick because I don’t want her to wake up and I’m not there” he starts sniffling back his tears “but uh she got into a car accident and woke up with no memories, didn’t know who she was, this man Ransom Drysdale convinced her that he was her fiancé, why I don’t know, but she’s been living in this sick fantasy of his the past four months, she got all her memories back when she saw the press conference we did yesterday and he attacked her when she tried to escape” Andy explains breathing out a deep and shaky breath when he was done.
“Fucking hell” your dad mutters shaking his head “Have they caught this Drysdale guy?”
“Yes and they’re questioning and will be charging him tonight” Andy confirms nodding his head.
“Good he better stay locked up because I swear to god if I ever see him” your mom growls, fists clenched.
Andy couldn’t stop the small smile that pulled at his lips “I’ll be right behind you” he says “We should probably head back in there before she wakes up”
Your parents nod their heads in agreement, following him silently back into the room. He breathed out a sigh of relief when he saw you were still fast asleep, sitting down next to you, gently taking your hand and kissing your knuckles.
You remained asleep for another couple of hours before slowly stirring. Your eyes met Andy’s first, a tired smile on your face before you looked over and saw your parents.
“Mom, Dad” you whimper in disbelief.
“Hey sweetpea, it's okay we’re here, you’re okay” your dad comforts you.
“I’m so happy to see you, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to scare you” you cry, clinging to your mom’s hand.
“It's okay you have nothing to apologise for, we’re just happy you’re home” your mom reassures you, kissing your forehead.
“I missed you so much” you mutter shaking your head.
“We missed you too sweetpea, so so much” your dad says softly.
The hospital let Andy and your parents stay longer than the usual visiting hours but eventually, he had to leave. He promised you that he be back as soon as visiting hours started the next day as he left.
The police had put your parents up at a local hotel which Andy was grateful for. They asked him if he’d rather they stayed with him but Andy politely declined. He had a lot to process and he wanted to do that alone.
The first place Andy went when he got home was upstairs to the bedroom. He tossed his suit jacket on the bed as he walked into the closet a clear goal in mind. Moving into the furthest corner of the closet he opened his sock drawer, pushing everything aside before he found what he was looking for.
He let out a small but shaky sigh when he saw the small navy velvet box. His hand was shaking when he reached out to grab it, he hadn’t touched or looked at this box in the past 4 months, it had been far too painful. He wasn’t sure if now was any easier, the irony painfully clear to him.
His hand shook as he reached out to grab the box, opening it to reveal the engagement ring it held. One that he’d spent months trying to find, to make sure it was perfect, that it was perfectly you. The weekend you disappeared was the one he was going to propose.
He’d had everything perfectly planned, he was going to drive up to Vermont to meet you and your parents. He’d take you out on your favourite hiking trail, the one you’d taken him on when he first met your parents. He’d wait until you reached your favourite spot, a large pine tree that had stood for centuries before he’d get down on one knee and promise to love you for centuries.
But he never got the chance. The evening you left he’d gotten a call from your mom asking if he knew where you were. Instead of getting ready for what should have been the happiest day of his life so far, he was consumed by worry as you were reported missing.
He closed the box with a loud snap, shoving it back deep into the drawer before slamming it shut. His body was shaking was restless energy as he made his way back downstairs.
Walking into the kitchen Andy poured himself a large glass of scotch before grabbing his laptop. He knew it was a bad idea but he needed to know every he could about Ransom Drysdale, he wanted to find anything he could that could help send him down for life.
Just typing the name into Google Andy found a wealth of articles on Drysdale and his family. He found tabloid articles about Ransom and party and drug-filled college days. He found news pieces about his parents and his grandfather’s publishing house.
It was clear to Andy that the Thrombey Drysdale family was one that didn’t care about anyone besides themselves. That if they threw enough money at a problem that it would just go away.
Andy was not going to be a problem that would go away. He would do anything he could to tear this family down and make them pay for what they did to you, what they let Ransom do to you.
Near the bottom of the second search page, Andy found a news article that caught his eye. It was an article from just over a year ago, one about Harlan Thombey's new apprentice.
The more Andy read the more his blood began to boil. The article was a clear attempt at building a good reputation for Ransom as he began working with his grandfather, the both of them working on a book together. If Andy had to guess he’d say that Ransom probably slept with the reporter too. There was no shortage of compliments, the article calling him Boston’s most eligible bachelor.
Andy took a large swig of his drink glancing to the side where he saw a picture of you and him on the wall. You were taking a photo of the two of you while on a hike with your parents, your smile wide as Andy kissed your cheek. He let out a long sigh remembering that day, you’d been so happy, he could still hear your laughter.
Looking back at his laptop his eyes landed on all the complimentary words the reporter had used to describe Ransom. He couldn’t look at it any longer, slamming his laptop shut he began pacing back and forth, tumbler in hand.
He was a mess and he knew it. He knew he should just go to bed, it had been a long and emotional day, and he wasn’t going to be in a good state of mind. But he couldn’t stop himself from his pacing. His mind ran at a similar rate.
He began to run through everything he had learnt today, still trying to make sense of it all. Trying to understand how and why Ransom did what he did, why he had picked you. Sipping at his scotch as he paced he began to focus on the details, trying to use his skills as ADA to piece together the story, what they could use in the case against Drysdale.
But his brain refused to focus on the details he needed, instead they focused on the details that he wished he could forget. The ones about how Ransom treated you, looked after you, fought in your corner, loved you. Andy tried to tell himself it was all part of the rouse, that it meant nothing. But to you, with no memories, it had been real.
What if Ransom treated you better than Andy did? What if Ransom could provide for you in a way Andy never could? Andy could spend weeks head deep In a case, you told him that it didn’t bother you, but what if it did? What if having someone like Ransom who would be home at the same time every day was better for you? What if Ransom was a better lover?
Anger got the better of Andy. He growled in rage throwing his tumbler of scotch at the wall, narrowly missing the photo of you and him. The glass instantly shattered with a loud crash, scotch dripping down the wall to the floor. Andy’s chest heaving with rage, as he stared at the mess he made, his gaze flickering to the photo.
No.
Andy couldn’t think like this. He knew the answer to all those questions. Ransom was a sick individual who hurt and trick you, there was no way you would ever pick him over Andy. Yes Andy had his flaws but the loved you shared was true, built on truths not lies.
All his anger left his body as he slumped down, his knees completely giving out as he sunk to the floor. He held his head in his hands as sobs racked his body. Months of pain finally broke free in one failed sweep. He had you back, but nothing was ever going to be the same. He could only pray that you’d get through this together because Andy knew he couldn’t survive without you.
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Rita manga summary + differences from the show
Ch1: (timeline: during ep4. Rita is in the Racles spin-off between ep 2 &3. ch10 established ch2-9 is Rita's memories of ep1)
Morfonia was crying for help, led to intro fight scene out-of-suit. ep5 intro speech.
After a trial, staffers approached Rita with different problems. Rita directed them to make the prisoners fill up holes from Bugnarok attacks and use next year's budget in advance for repairs.
Moru handed Rita a report on percedents and Rita noted she fell asleep during the trial. Rita insisted to investigate this next case on their own and Moru wondered their refusal is because they were hiding something, like finally buying new weapons for Gokkan.
Disappointed, Moru urged Rita to think of better solutions for the Bugnarok problem instead of overworking, to which Rita replied, "Protecting the country is the duty of the king."
Moru reflected that while other kings were headstrong, so was theirs.
Rita picked up a piece of paper and turned to their room. They refused to share with Moru what's on their mind. Moru asked what should she do with the piling paperwork and Rita said they'll figure it out later. Rita asked Moru to leave because they were going to get changed.
Moru thought Rita seemed different since the day of the Quintet Alliance. Behind the door, Rita unzipped their mask and read Gira's wanted poster.
Ch2 & 3: retelling of ep1 up to Yanma leaving the meeting. Says ep1 happened one month before start of the manga.
Rita asked Moru to record the meeting just in case, they had a bad feeling about this. Moru yawned and put their phone on the floor to Rita's annoyance.
Yanma walked away and Rita stopped him. Added internal monologue: Rita doesn't want the treaty to fall apart now after everything. Rita tightened their grip on their sword as they figured Bugnarok could reawaken any minute now.
Ch4: direct retelling, bugnarok attack + 🦋🌼🐝 henshin
Ch5: fight scene. Himeno got in the way of Rita's shot. Rita pondered on how come the kings can't unite as one in face of the bugnarok threat. They remembered Karras's teaching: "It is Gokkan's duty to connect the nations with the law."
Gira is saved by Rita from a falling rubble. He questioned where had Racles and his royal army gone and rushed towards the castle. (In the show, Himeno questioned Racles's whereabouts and thus prompted Gira to find him)
Reminded, Rita contacted Morfonia who was hiding in the temp shelter near the castle. She refused to go near it even before Rita told her to locate Racles. Turned out Morfonia forgot the king's hotline inside the throne room and she asked Rita check it out themself by connecting to it.
Ch6: Rita witnessed Gira and Racles's confrontation from "It's Yanma Gast who started this" to Gira taking the sword + evil king speech. (this is on video record)
The signal fizzled after Racles declared war so Rita headed towards the castle. They are blocked from access by the castle's biometric security. Morfonia came to find them and showed them Gira's tyrant speech.
There is a detransformation jingle/slogan: 王武解放 (~ ou bu kai hou) lit. release of royal arms
Ch7 & 8: Gira henshin and summoned King-Ohger.
Rita moved to bring Gira in for questioning but the Shugoddom guards surrounded him first. Racles, in his floating TV, asked "Your Honour, International Supreme Chief Justice" to arrest the traitor Gira in the name of Chikyuu's order.
(國際最高裁判長殿. '-tono' is an antiqudated suffix that is only used ino official documents nowadays. In history, it meant respect for those above you but nowadays it's used by the higher-rank to address those lower politely. Genderless, lower than '-sama'.)
Ch9: Racles issued a warrant for Gira but Yanma stole him first. The Alliance Day completely fell apart for Rita. They remembered that they were chosen as the previous king's retainer at 5. Rita scream.
Ch10: flashback. Rita was lying on the floor hugging two medium moffuns.
Karras told Rita to become strong to fulfill the duty of Gokkan: to connect the nations with the law.
"Since that day, my storybooks became judgements and codes of law."
Rita was appointed king by the will of Karras at 10 and their first case was to put her killer on a life sentence. (note: Karras and Shiron are not named in the manga)
Since then, Rita never played like a child again. It's either the court or the prison, day after day, year after year. They gave everything to uphold Gokkan's mission.
But now everyone…
Rita Bean Theatre in their imagination:
"Moffun, how come that man can trasform? Not only that, he can summon the King-Ohger from legends too!
Only those qualified to be king should be able to transform… That Racles even gave me an order… (imaginary Racles: Wounldn't you be so kind to lend me your help?)
Death penalty.
You are mixing in your personal feelings…
I know…"
Rita cheered themself up through Moffun and decided to uphold their duty despite couldn't figure out why everything went wrong.
Morfonia knocked on the door, a video call from Racles. Rita said they knew what Racles was going to say and told Morfonia to turn him down because they were leaving.
Rita departed to Toufu for Gira's arrest.
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We're back with "We See Red Flags, We Date Them" Family Part II
Introducing ✨ The Cousins ✨: 14 days with you MC, The Krows' Nest MC and Honey Hotline MC
Note: They are all sisters just like my first 5ocs (rh,stnaf, y&h, cs and cwp mc). Picrew link here.
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Facts about them:
Name: Angel ▶ Age: 25 years old ▶ She/Her ▶ Shinobo Kucho (@14dayswithyou MC)
Occupation: Librarian
Like Sugar (RH MC), she has a low alcohol tolerance, who also text her ex when drunk (it runs in the family) but not like Sugar who pretend that nothing happen, Angel remember all of it and will regret it for 5mins, would probably send out of context memes.
Likes: Macaroons, Romance Books, Autumn, HARUKOOOOOOOO!
Dislikes: Her apartment, her landlord, her younger siblings (Honey) failing grades
She has a secret life as an otaku that only Sweetheart (STNAF MC) and Ren knows. Weeb Cousin and Boyfriend unite!!! Tried to cosplay Hange once.
A Swiftie 4 life! Everytime Mother Taylor release a new album/song, she create fake scenarios that Ren dont love her just to fully grasp the emotion of the song. (And Ren trying to memorize the lyrics of all Taylor Swift song)
Her motto in life: So it turns out that being an adult is mostly just googling how to do stuff. Send help!
Name: Dove ▶ Age: 23 years old ▶ She/Her ▶ Voice HC: Misturi Kanroji (@thekrows-nest MC)
Occupation: Part time Vet assistant, currently studying Veterinarian Medicine
Mi Vida (Cannibal Sweetheart MC) and Dove are currently in the same university. Camping buddies with "YOU" (You and Him MC)
Likes: Animals, Macha Green Tea, Nature, Krow's sketches
Dislikes: Dirty Surroundings, Summer, Horror Movies
She met Krow in Mcdonalds when Angel (with his boyfriend Ren) make them order a chicken nuggets to avail student discount (and a happy meal). While River recording it for "memories" :D
Love to pats Krows head just to annoy him. Also hates chicken nuggets and fries. So, match made in heaven as they say.
Her motto in life: I stress about stress before that's even stress to stress about.
Name: Honey ▶ Age: 21 years old ▶ She/They ▶ Voice HC: Daki (@ringringringbananafone MC)
Occupation: works as a part time cashier in a convenience store, currently studying Computer Engineering
Honey likes to do weekly 'therapy' shopping with her cousins: the twins, Cara Mia (CWP MC) and Sweetheart. Would cry later bc they all bought stupid things thay they didnt need after all.
Likes: Sherlock Holmes, spicy ramen, Mallows, Manhwa
Dislikes: Her older sister expectations, studying (sometimes), making decisions, responsibilities
Bestfriend with Ames and Seon. Prank buddies with Vain and Elliot.
Loves to flirt with Fone just to make him blush. (Note: Krow accidentally spill about Fone having a big crush on Honey in a truth and dare game with Angel, Ren and Dove.) Still dont know if they want a relationship with him or they just want to become Mallows Mom. Had major commitment issues.
Her motto in life: Will I end the semester or will the semester end me??? Stay tuned.
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BONUS:
REN: I lost Fone and Krow
Angel, Dove and Honey: How did you LOSE Fone and Krow?!
Ren: To be fair, they are very small.
*Krow and Fone marching towards Ren with their pitchfork*
#14 days with you#the krow's nest#honey hotline vn#my ocs#the yan-attracting curse is really happening#Yan's MC-verse#we see red flags we date them Family tree is expanding hehehe#please tell me to stop doing this T_T
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