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sugarmouchie · 7 months

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hello,could you write kafka with a fem reader in this scenario: she meets her gfs friends for tje firts time and her gf is usually shy and reserved but more less with her friends. her friends dont know that she got a gf yet so they flirt with her as usual(they always do that)and rest is up to your imagination? like yn being awkward and trying to explain herself lol sorry this is a bit messy but i hpe you undertand! have a nice day and take care <3

I WON’T STEAL HER ! ft. kafka

a/n. apologies that the requests i’m getting are nearly taking a long time to fulfill, it’s partially because of storage and partially because of my mental health, but i’m back i think lawl, and thank you for the request anon! 🤍

cw. fem!reader, kafka gets a lil jealous, ooc himeko, a little ooc kafka? idk lol, tbh idrk what i’m yapping about in some of this i just woke up, i think that’s it lmk if i missed anything 🤍

your girlfriend’s mind was slowly turning into mush because of how much she was overthinking the moment you told her that you were going a little too far away from her to visit your friends.

“kafka, relax, it’s only gonna be for a few hours,” you explained to her, your voice as reassuring as possible, “it should only be for four hours, just like my usual night-shift,” you finish.

“that’s not the only issue, dear,” she contemplates at you, her eyes practically glued onto your frowned expression, “you know i get jealous easily.” she whispers, which you somehow didn’t catch onto.

after enough convincing, here you were with your now stubborn girlfriend.

the magenta-haired woman’s brows furrowed in confusion ever since she noticed how much longer it was taking just to see your friends.

she did pay attention to you telling her that it would take a long time to see your friends, but she didn’t think it would take this long.

not to mention, she’s an impatient woman.

…

after a couple minutes, you turned your view to the darkened screen of your phone, turning up your brightness a little bit.

noticing that kafka was still driving, you texted your friends that you were almost there.

kafka paused her driving.

“who are you texting?”

oh.

as soon as you both finally got to the somewhat big cabin that your friends were in, you noticed kafka’s now calm facade, which you quickly got confused by.

however, not thinking much of it, you creaked the old cabin’s door open and finally met eyes with your overly-enthusiastic friends.

kafka slowly walked in, as if she was accidentally going to break all the wood keeping the cabin up.

you signed and turned your head towards her, to which you were met with her smirking, which you were even more confused by.

“kaf?” you whispered over to her, to which she gasped, then let out a small chuckle.

“sorry, darling, i’m coming,” she emphasized the word ‘darling’ louder than usual to alert your friends of knowing you were hers.

you playfully rolled your eyes at her as she let out another chuckle as soon as she noticed.

knowing kafka was not a stoic woman whatsoever, you had an opportunity to finally introduce her to your somewhat big friend group.

first, there was luka.

luka was practically the dad of the friend group, his outgoing personality making everyone feel as if the atmosphere was warmer than usual in dangerous situations most of the time.

for example, you and everyone else went into the woods and he kept going on and on about how his last wrestling match went, while… winking at you, to emphasize that you were the one that gave him the best luck in that match.

furthermore, you were the only one in your friend group that was excited to go to luka’s matches, that was most likely why.

then, there was serval, the charming rockstar who would never shut up in her room up in the attic of her and gepard’s shared cabin.

…which gepard would usually wake up, breathing heavily as if he was running laps, when in reality serval was practicing for her next concert.

third, jingliu.

she didn’t really do much, she just wandered around and occasionally came to hang out with the rest of your friend group.

as much as you wished she hang out with the rest of you more, she wasn’t really one to have any opportunities to engage in fun activities, her “duties came first” is what her only excuse was.

lastly, himeko.

himeko was never quiet about you, always trying to help you whenever you needed help with relationship advice with kafka.

however, she was more of the playful type than the rest of the friend group.

she always blew fake kisses to you as a joke, and she always had her ways with you, whether it was if you refused to go to the store with her, she would practically beg you either way.

kafka didn’t think much of your friends, she was just trying to get comfortable, to which it took more than a while.

…

and finally, after hours of convincing her to go to the fair with you and your friend group, she finally agreed.

the next couple hours consisted of himeko clinging to your side to what felt like 24/7, even though it was only a day.

kafka quickly noticed, and quickly got uncomfortable.

“…himeko, please,” you begged, “my girlfriend is here,” you continued, your heart beat racing out of nervousness, sighing, to which you were clearly uncomfortable with.

“GIRLFRIEND!?” himeko yelled, probably louder than the screams of the people on roller coasters at this point.

kafka quickly flinched, luka turned around, jingliu who surprisingly came with, blinked a few times, and serval screamed back in agony, a rush of fear quickly flowing through her body for a split second, but then realized it was just himeko screaming.

kafka smirked, walking slowly towards himeko with a menacing gaze and you rolled your eyes at her playfully.

“relax,” you spoke to your magenta-haired girlfriend, who rose her brows and quickly pulled you away.

…

“who is that?” she questioned you, her voice a little shaky, despite trying her best to keep her somewhat seductive demeanor towards you.

“a girl from my friend group,” you replied, raising a brow in confusion.

what kafka didn’t know is that himeko was not interested in you whatsoever, and that himeko was one to be the flirty type of woman.

“ah,” kafka replied, “tell me more about her.”

“[name]!” serval and luka yelled, luka lifting up his mechanical arm in an attempt to wave at you.

you chuckled, your shy demeanor coming back into view.

they both came rushing towards you, eager to ask you if you wanted to go on the highest roller coaster with them after they finish their funnel cake.

“[name]~” luka taunted, walking towards you with a smirk on his face, “luka, go away she’s mine,” serval elbowed him playfully.

kafka’s breath hitched in her throat.

…

nonetheless, she didn’t want to mention anything for now, so she decided to think back on your friends’ question.

kafka, still standing right next to you, raised her brows in confusion because she knew you were not one for roller coasters at all.

“erm-“ kafka interrupted you, to which you gasped, “she doesn’t like going on those,” finishing for you.

you whipped your head to look at her and sighed in relief, tapping her shoulder twice as if letting her know you were okay.

“thank you,” you whispered to her.

little did you know, the only reason why she did that was because she wanted to stay with you for the entire day.

“you can see your friends another day,” was her excuse.

“kaf-“

“shhh,” she interrupted once more, “come home and comfort me, sweetie, will you?” she faked a frown.

“miss, i am not intending to steal your girlfriend, don’t worry,” himeko apologized to the practically frozen-in-place stellaron hunter.

@sugarmouchie do not copy/translate/repost on other platforms, thank you 🤍

#valentine’s works 🎀#kafka x reader #kafka x fem!reader #fem!reader #x reader #kafka x you #kafka x y/n #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x y/n #honkai star rail #hsr x you #hsr x reader #hsr x y/n #honkai star rail fluff #hsr fluff

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creepycrawliess · 3 months

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not gnna be online for the next 3 days cuz i’m visiting my dad and getting away from my abuser yaaasssss so i’ll be trying to soak up as much love and joy as i can 💗🎀 not to worry tho since i know you’ll miss me sooooo bad i’ll queue some posts LAWL

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spookysprings · 1 year

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The way I wanna make so much lore about the ADULTS in spooky month but More about their parents

Like John’s dad and Lila’s dad went missing (John’s family thinks he left, actually brutally murdered) (Lila’s dad is still a mysterious to me, he ran into Eugene’s dad (Eugene is skids dad in my AU) at some point, tryna see if he killed him or not lawl)

Pump’s dad, Isiah, his mom left him and me wonder leaving them in debt

Eugene’s parents…OOOOH BOY I have so much for them!!! I would love for people to ask so I could maybe describe the lore one by one lawl

#spooky month #spooky month sr pelo #skids dad #spooky month dad #spooky month skid dad #skid's dad #spooky month cult #spooky month lila #spooky month pumps dad #spooky month oc lore #spooky month headcanon #spooky month john

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morn1e · 1 year

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Alright give us the dad medic hcs- specifically when johanne was a child 👁👁

SIR YES SIR!OOYAH!

ok so 2 b fully clear a child growing up w a guy like medic? especially ONLY medic? hell on earth 2 an extent, but a fun childhood 4 johanne:) that is the 1 thing she can hand it down 2 medic. she cannot fully hate the guy bcuz yeah he DID leave the country 2 fight the gravel wars&left her behind but he was never a bad dad growing up.

- “dad i scraped my knee :’(“ “oh no;( looks like we will have 2 amputate ur leg😂😂👎”

- working as a full time emergency room surgeon&raising a kid was hard as hell as he would b randomly called in 2 work especially @ night but somehow he managed.💪

-instead of like idk a regular fucking dad reading a bedtime story 2 his kid this dude would read the anatomy book or some scary german folklore tale 2 johanne.👍

-on bring ur kid 2 work day medic would totally let johanne try 2 inhale the anesthesia so she knows what it is like. plus the kid had a curiosity so why not lawl

-hanne was totally the feared kid @ school especially by those who have seen her dad. ”legends” side that dr von humboldt steals spleens&lungs&remove whole digestive tracks from his patients so u should NOT mess w him……or his daughter…i mean that was partly true but still…….creepy fucking dude.

-medic would often b called 2 school bcuz johanne either got into a fight w some guy who was picking on her or whatever. the bully would always shit themselves the second medic comes through that damn door 2 the principals office bcuz of the heard rumours.& the fact medic is REALLY bothered bcuz he had 2 miss work or b bothered w this shit. absolutely not bcuz his kid did smth bad. it is an inconvenience 2 HIM. also an another legend sides that 1 boy who picked on johanne got yelled on by her dad @ the principals office&he moved schools the next week.fucking loser😂😂👎

-would take johanne 2 Kiel 4 a week on summer break 2 visit the beach:) the beach was always the best part of summer vacation 4 hanne.

-medic never rly found himself 2 need 2 help johanne w her homework especially like math bcuz that is a subject the excels @. but would do biology&chemistry hw w her bcuz she like.needed his help+it was fun spending time w ur kid:)

#THATS KIND OF IT!#yeah he is unhinged but he loves his kid.this is true gabe told me #THANKS 4 THE ASK RUBY!very cool:)#johanne #ask

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dreamhot · 2 years

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honestly the thing I hate most about Peterson is how he has disguised his hate speech and bigotry as intellectual opinion and shit, like my dad is a vegan supporter of the green party and even he has read his books and when I told him all of the horrible opinions he spouts my dad was just like " well he's a smart guy so I read his book" like ughhh no. anyways yaaas dream fuck Peterson ugly manbaby who cries about fabricated problems!!

(ily Lee sorry for ranting about this sm in ur askbox but in my opinion you represent adult Canadian dtblr so I come to you💚)

NO BUT SAME i got this right as i was writing my last post but what you pointed out is exactly why it's concerning - bc so much of his stuff was marketed as self-help and he's a ~professor~, people seem to miss the forest for the trees. everyone was so quick to defend his complaints about bill c-16, claiming he was merely defending free language usage, but he was also straight up misrepresenting the bill and erroneously claiming he could be jailed for misgendering someone like are you stupid or what. he's been one of those 'haha gotcha, leftists' knobs for years and i'm sick of ppl acting like he's even a goddamn centrist at this point

also does ur vegan father know that jbp follows an all meat diet lawl

and thank u this is a distinction i don't mind having dsghkjds

#smile.ask #anon

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pepprs · 2 years

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ok so…. i know all i have been doing is posting about moving for the last few days but i have another moving post. i don’t think im moving tomorrow or Thursday or friday or Saturday or even Sunday. i think I am moving Monday and i would like to formally request advice from my beloved mutuals on tumblr dot com (no pressure though) about whether or not i should set that into stone because the situation is complicated and still up in the air. it is literally FIVE DAYS it doesn’t even matter but it feels so big to me. lots of stuff under the cut

so basially the reason i would be moving on monday instead of just waiting another day is bc on thursday my dad is driving 8 hours to clean out his childhood home w his siblings bc my grandma died in sept and they’re selling the house 🤪✌️ and he will be gone until sunday (though im worried something will h*ppen either like. S*mething B*d or just that it’ll take them too long for him to make it home by Sunday). so my mom and sister are freaking out abt him being exposed to covid and being away from home where they can’t take care of him and stuff and if i go before he goes they will be even more worried bc they’ll have to worry abt me on top of him. plus my mom is very skittish abt covid so if i were to move back on like friday or something she wouldn’t be able to help me bring all my bags and stuff from the car to the door of the building. so yeah it’s kinda dumb but even still i personally am hesitating bc when my dad went to the memorial service in oct we were all basket cases and it’s gonna be worse this time bc he’ll be there for longer and rates are higher and stuff. and i remmeber how scared we all were and how much we cried and i don’t wanna put my family thru that and honestly? if something were to h*ppen to him god forbid? i wouldn’t be able to come home to be with my family bc my mom would freak out abt covid stuff. so there’s all that.

now for moving to campus… i am scared of covid and im scared of my roommates. those two things are always gonna be things im up against regardless of when i go back so beating myself up over delaying encountering them an extra 5 days is kinda ridiculous but i am scared to go back and im worried that deciding to stay is just feeding into my fears. also those of u who were here before august 2021 May Remember that i wanted to get out of this house with a vengeance and well… i think this time during the month and a half almost ive been here.. things have been better. my mom actually told me yesterday she has been making an effort to be better and ive noticed it and while things are still… pretty not great in some areas i do think things between us are better than they were last year. so things have not been that bad and honestly.. it’s not gonna sound like me but. i actually am not really in a hurry to go back to my life there. like all of a sudden i am perfectly content with being in a bubble where im safe and can be loud and wild and cozy and all of that. idk. but am i just saying that bc im scared of going back to growing my wings??????

anyways epic and sexy pros and cons list time

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IF I MOVED TOMORROW:

PROS: not missing anything at work, getting extra time with my colleague-besties who i adore very much especially on friday when everyone is in the office, having a decent and consistent space to do class and work from sooner, having more freedom with my habits sooner

CONS: being away from my family during a hard time, being in pain and causing them pain on top of pain that we know is going to happen this week, making them feel like my chosen family > my blood family for the 8364397448th time (it actually kinda is > though lawl), getting up early to finish packing bc today has been insane and im like 30% done but i still have to write 2 discussion posts by noon and im supposed to be moved in by 11 💔

IF I MOVED ON MONDAY:

PROS: being with my family during a hard time, not adding extra pain onto pain that will already be happening this week, proving that i do actually love / care abt them when i feel like they don’t think so, having more time to pack. also important to note is that i have a 10am on Friday that is in person and while it ends at 12 my brother is in class until 2:30. so i would get to go to my room and/or hang out in the office or do whatever.. i just can’t take off my mask to eat when im inside buildings / around other ppl. (if i was not coming home i would go back to doing what i was doing in the fall even though i will be more scared now bc of omicron: eating in private rooms (e.g. my bedroom, the 1-person private satellite office) and occasionally in the office with no more than 2 other ppl there at a time who are masked while im doing it. and eating in the office = pulling down my mask just long enough to get the food in my mouth not taking it off entirely the entire time i eat btw). also.. not to say this but not having to be quiet on my calls / meetings in order to respect my roommates who don’t like loud noises LOL

CONS: missing out on independent time i want and am paying for, bothering my roommates / RA by giving them a heads up that i am moving in later than expected for a THIRD time in the last 48 hours, missing banter / interesting moments in the office with my colleague-besties, having to go outside in the freezing cold to eat if im hungry, having to leave in the middle of a conversation when i really don’t want to go, feeding into my anxiety about going back to living independently, possibly disappointing friends who know im giving in to my family’s needs over my own when that is dangerous for me lawl 🤪

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so yeah idk. pros and cons lists are hard bc there’s not an easy way to assign a weight to stuff but…… avoiding causing my family pain is a heavy one. so i am leaning towards that which means it’s basically a guarantee that that is what im doing bc if i wasn’t doing that i would be packing instead of writing this post since i was supposed to be there by 11 tmrrw! but idk i need advice i am overthinking this 🤕

#purrs #food #death tw #paranoia tw #long post tw #ask to tag #i have so much to do and i literally am just frozen in this. it’s taking everything out of me lol

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ae0nx · 4 years

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FRUITS BASKET S2 EPISODE 2 RECAP

I honestly don’t feel like I have anything important or profound to say... which is weird cos I feel like a lot happened... But, in case you don’t wanna go through the whole recap then just know my reaction as a whole is a simple EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

- I literally looked at the screen cap for this episode on Funimation and squeeeee-d (cos it’s my boyyyyy) so that makes one squee, so far

- A Kyo cat cafe? Cutteeeee - a hopeful thought, be it unrealistic

Oh, look it’s my favourite platonic ship

😊

How Bakugou of you, Kyo (yes, I know which character was created first: don’t @ me)

Hmm... IS he now, Uo? 👀 Everyone’s in love with Tohruuuuu 🎶 I get it, man.

DOOOOOOOOONTTTT. I’M NOT READY TO FACE SUCH TRUTHS.

- The opening song is catchy as fuck. Much summer. Much modern pop. Much greatness.

Kyo... your face... you’re smiling... 😳I can’t stand that I smile every time Kyo smiles. He deserves every happiness!

(He know he sexy)

THIS IS THE CUTEST FUCKIN THING. I... My heart... how many squee’s are we at, like 3? I want a spin off manga of kitten!Kyo and Kazuma antics.

- Gonna be honest, I really liked the framing of Kazuma’s ‘how interesting’ scene much more in the manga. I understand that the anime wanted to make it a ‘catch it if you don’t miss it’ moment instead... but I guess it’s more of a difference in the way you digest manga and anime than anything really

Ouch. I’ve just realised how much I never really read into the fact that Kyo had depression back then. I feel like this is a half finished thought, so I’ll just peg it on the board for maybe another episode...

I see I’m not the only one who’s into platonic/familial ships.

KUNIMITSU! I saw a headcanon post a while back in the tag that was about Kazuma and Kunimitsu being in a relationship and Kyo just being hilariously hetero and clueless that he doesn’t catch on to it. If someone could link me, I’d happily link it in this post.

I love this ship but I also lowkey kinda ship Hana and Kazuma (mainly cos I’m invested in Hana being Kyo’s stepmother)

- Laura Bailey is so freakin good as Tohru when she’s teasing Kyo. SO GOOD.

...

...but ANYWAYS 😭

Oh no, not Kyo’s fake ass daddy... take me back to the last scene

Although, I really like the room they’re in! I wonder who’s room it is. If it’s Kyo’s mum’s sperm doner’s room, it gives an interesting background to him; especially when Kazuma notices that he shuts his senses off to the world or to change itself. Also, fascinatingly, the room doesn’t really suit what he appears to be on the outside (kind of in the same vein as Yuki). The aesthetic of the room feels very relaxed and perfect for easy listening. And yet, the person who owns it (still not sure if it’s actually his room) is so anxious and the music is loud, energetic jazz music and the light coming in from the window is blaring RED. And then the record being stuck on a loop? Says a lot without saying much. It’s a gorgeous scene. If he wasn’t so vile about Kyo, I’d almost feel sorry for him. The man is obviously traumatised...

But also awful. Sorry 👎🏾

I’m sure there’s so much we could find out about Kyo’s ‘dad’ that’d be so interesting but it’s almost like Takaya-sensei and/or the director of the anime just said ‘let’s not get into it’ and laid everything you needed to know in the background and even less in the storyline haha

Also, I’m not sure who is the English VA for Kyo’s biological dad but they even sounded a bit like Kyo (especially when he shouted), I wonder if that was a conscious decision? It’s great!

Lol in the English dub, Kazuma just straight up says that Kyo is his child but I feel like the sub is more accurate to Kazuma’s character. It’s very characteristically subtle while making a bit of a jab at the same time.

I did like the English dub version too tho for lawls

You know what... this episode was a great way of getting me re-adjusted to the fluff and emotional instability of watching Fruits Basket, much more than last week’s episode actually.

I know it’s just gonna get worse than this later on.

Idiots <3

*clenches*

I CAN’T COPE.

Kyo, stop being effortlessly attractive. Stop it.

I...

*whispers* I love them so much.

- And then, the moment is ruined by Shigure. Figures.

- But surprisingly, he was actually kinda helpful? Even if him putting the explanation in the terms of laundry was condescendingly in-character... I do wonder if Kyo wishes he had as good of a way of calming Tohru down. I guess they were both going through similar troubles so Kyo didn’t quite know what to say. Maybe he’ll get his time to shine later... who knows...

- However, this moment of Kyo mentioning to Tohru that he might not be able to take over the dojo was so matter of fact and it makes me excited and sad and intrigued for when we get to really dive into Kyo kind of accepting his ‘fate’. I think that’s why he kinda-sorta brushed off Tohru’s personal worries of the future. He understands that she’s worried but I also think Kyo is confident that Tohru’s capable of overcoming these particular worries and stresses compared to the situation he’s in.

I really enjoyed watching this episode! There was so much squee for me to handle and I loved every second of it. I’m still surprised I had so much to say about the Kyo’s Dads scene. I’m just so happy the anime is so creative in such a thoughtful and intellectually respectful way and I’m so happy we’re finally getting the rest of this manga animated!

Can’t wait for next week!

#fruits basket #furuba #fruits basket 2020

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mull3ts · 3 years

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so story time.. i went to get groceries with dad and we saw my prof there buying energy drinks. and yes my prof approached me- i mean my dad and they made plans to play golf this week. LMAOKSKSKS MY DAD ASKED ME ABOUT MY PERFORMANCE IN SCHOOL PLEASKEKDKSS I WAS SO NERVOUS but he said 'ah your daughter, she's doing great at my subject, she's one of the highest among her batch and is definitely doing her duties as the school president' HE GLANCED AT ME AND GAVE ME A SMILE. IF MY DAD WASNT THERE I WOULD HAVE PROPOSED TO HIM ALREADY SMH. ok so after paying for our groceries and his monster energy drinks (didnt know dilfs drinks those but ok), i told my dad that im going to the starbucks near the grocery and guess what!!!! GUESS WHAT!! my prof told me that he'd love to join me and will be glad to even send me home and my dad agreed 🧍‍♀️ LMAOAHSKSBAKABABAHKA the walk was silent but not the awkward silence he asked me if i was cold bcs miss abg right here decided to go with an aesthetic outfit that doesnt even match the weather 😦😦 like miss girl decided to wear skirt and an oversized shirt with fishnet stockings finishing off the look with heels when it's vv cold outside 🙄🙄 ok in my defense i dress up everyday bcs we dont know what will happen.. one day i might just bump into johnny he cant see me looking like trash smh. OK BACK TO THE START OF MY LOVE STORY WITH MY ENGLISH PROF LAWL 😋😋 i said i'm fine and refused the windbreaker that he offered (im independent i dont need no man's windbreaker) then thanked him bcs im still a kind humanbeing. a hot humanbeing sent by the heaven to be railed by my english pr- OK NEWAYS WE THEN ARRIVED AT STARBUCKS AND GOT THE SAME DRINK. PLEASE I REALLY THOUGHT DILFS ONLY DRINK BLACK COFFEE BUT SURPRISINGLY WE BOTH LIKE CARAMEL MACCHIATO. he actually joked and said sumn thing like lets just share if we have the same order in that way we can save money, right? LAWL DAMN SIR STOP WE JUST LAUGHED IT OFF LAWL 😅😅 IM AN AWKWARD ABG OK IM SORRY 🙁 IF YOU THINK ALL ABGS ARE INTROVERTED AND CONFIDENT, WELL NOT ME 😦😦 the whole night he just told me a lot of dad jokes AND FOUND OUT HE'S MUSICALLY INCLINED so he uhm hehe he offered to teach me to play any musical instrument i want to learn 😅😅😅😅😅 LORD, TAHNK YOU FOR THIS DAY I PROMISE TO ATTEND THIS WEEK'S MASS 🥺♥️ and yes everything has an end 😞😞 but dw fam he sent me home HIS CAR IS SEXY TOO BYEHSKSNSKSJS i kinda want to marry him now damn.. he even asked me if i have motion sickness and said sumn like if you do have motion sickness i can open the windows for you so you can breath fresh air.. LMAOWJJSJSNS KETS GET MARRIED, SIR OK THATS IT I SAID TOO MUCH IM SORRY I KINDA WROTE A WHOLE FIC 🙄 Y'ALL FEEL FREE TO USE OUR 'date night' as an inspiration 😌😌🙈 JKLOLWJSKAJAKNSJS OK THANK YOU FOR LISTENING LOL SORRY IF THATS TOO LONG I WAS TOO EXCITED BAE IM SORRY 😙😙

I- M-MAAM I- 👁👁

✨MARRY HIM✨

MAAM THIS IS BEAUTIFUL I- HE'S MUSICALLY INCLINED? AND DOESNT DRINK BLACK COFFEE BUT GOT A CARAMEL MACCHIATO???

#all i can say is i've jumped to the conclusion: he's a soft dom #its the caramel macchiato for me 👀

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liveaddicting · 2 years

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my convo last night w my dad:

“ Krystal do you really miss him a lot still? “

“ yes of course”

*my dad has heard me vent/cry many many multiple times since September LAWL*

“ I don’t usually think like this but you should just go for it, I hate to see you suffer and be sad”

Okay okay... so many things

First yes I am still a mess yes I still cry myself to sleep and listen to his voice recordings of him singing and playing.

Second THIS IS LIFE

I deserve going through this heartbreak and I am exactly where I am supposed to be, a few months ago I would’ve taken my dads advice, but now NOW

I am stronger and more mindful. I know I can’t force anything and I won’t. It hurts my heart that my dad has been thinking about this but honestly this suffering and this heartbreak is so healthy for me and humbling. It’s what I need it’s what I deserve. I think I’ll always love and want Eric but I know that if we did stick it out it would’ve ended badly.

All I can say is how grateful I am that we don’t hate each other and I know that everything will be okay. For both of us<3

But ya whatever I miss his mf face every. Single. Day

But yesterday I looked at pics of him and didn’t cry:’) until the night time lol

#vulnerable

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the-librarians · 4 years

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Run Away and Build a Life

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale/Reader (OFC)

Warnings: Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, There’s alot of angst here folks, Emotional Roller Coaster, Ransom is not a complete asshole here

Word count: 6,422

Author’s note: Eternally grateful to my muse and beta @waywardodysseys

AO3 Friendly Version: click here

Summary: You and Hugh Ransom Drysdale have been together for three years when the two of you make plans to run away to Europe. On the day the two of you were supposed to leave, you disappear without a trace leaving Ransom frantic trying to figure out what happened to you.

Seven years ago…

His lips are soft against your skin. Your neck is tingling, the flesh raised with goosebumps from each kiss he plants. You are hyper-aware of the sensations around you. The softness of the sheets underneath you, the tingle of the slight stubble of your lover’s facial hair coming in, the soft breeze drifting through the window. A contented moan escapes your lips, “Hughie…” you whisper as your head lawls into his. “Yes? What do you want, my little Billie-Goat?” He asks you, the words dripping from his mouth are sweet as honey. “We need to get some sleep. We have to be up early in the morning. You know if we are late your parents will somehow blame me for that.” Your words are strained trying to fight through rising pleasure in your body. Hugh’s kisses cease. He softly grabs your shoulders and turns your body so you are now sitting in his lap instead of on the bed. His fingers softly push the stray hairs from your face, “What if, we didn’t go? What if we left, bought some plane tickets and went to Europe? We could find a quiet town, settle down, build some kind of business and maybe finally get you that billy goat you always wanted.”

You giggled. Your hands coming to cover your mouth attempting to suffocate the laughter that was threatening to spill over, “are you serious?” You stare into his beautiful ocean blue eyes, they are completely serious. “You are serious, aren’t you?” You don’t think you could handle it if he was actually joking about this. Hugh nods, “I am completely serious. Your passport is up to date, and so is mine. Why don’t we? We can finally get away from my family. What do you say?” His expression is hopeful as his eyes search yours.

“Yes.” There was no need to think it over because you both had been talking about this for the last two years. “Yes, Hughie, let’s do it!” You throw your arms around him, hugging him tight. Hugh finally releases the breath he was holding and laughs happily in your embrace.

He can’t help but bowl you over on top of the bed and kiss your body all over. “We need to pack! I am going to take you home so you can pack and I will buy the tickets.” He said between kisses. His kisses end with a final kiss on your earlobe where your small heart-shaped birthmark mole resided. It was his favorite thing about you. Once the two of you dressed, you headed out the door.

His fingers were interlaced tightly with yours when he pulled up to your apartment building. Putting his Beamer in park, he leaned over kissing your face all over. You giggled happily in his embrace, “I can’t pack if you have me held hostage in the Beamer, silly.” You tried returning as many kisses as you could.

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” He smiled through his apology, kissing you one final time. “I will see you soon Billie-Goat.” He gives you a wink as you exit his Beamer and head into your apartment to pack.

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The phone continues to ring. He’s beyond worried now, he is frantic. Something is wrong. She always answers her phone. Billie, babe, come on, answer your damn phone. Hugh talks to himself as he paces her apartment.

Her things are gone. Her suitcase, clothes, phone charger, toiletries and jewelry. All the things she needed to run away with him were gone. She was gone, but where was she? Her car was gone too. Your voicemail picks up, the sweet greeting replaying yet again. “Millicent Combs you better answer your goddamn phone right now. I am at your apartment, you aren’t here. I am really fucking worried, call me back.” He pockets his phone and heads to the police station.

“I’d like to report a missing person.” He tells the desk sergeant and explains the situation.

The officer tells him point blank, “I am sorry mister Drysdale but we can’t do anything until she’s been missing for 48 hours. That’s our policy.” Hugh doesn’t like the answer and causes a scene. Which leads to a brief stay in a jail cell until his father, Richard, is sent to collect him.

His father is cold as usual. He has no sympathies for his son or his missing girlfriend, whom he never liked to begin with. “I told you she was trouble, boy. And I had good reason not to like her.” His father spoke as he dragged his son towards his car. Upon reaching the car, his father reached into the back seat pulling out a manila folder, slapping it against his son’s chest. “She was nothing but an orphaned gold digger. And I guarantee you she ran off because she wasn’t getting what she wanted from you. I told you to be careful, all these innocent doe-eyed girls wanting a pretty boy with a trust fund. You, my son, are a prime target.” His father snorted, the sneer on his face ever present.

Hugh looked over the papers in the folder. He couldn’t believe a word he was reading. This wasn’t you, it couldn’t be. You two had been together for nearly three years and he never ever got the feeling you could be this person. This gold digger , as his father put it. Hugh shook his head in denial, “you are wrong. This isn’t Billie. Something happened to her and I am going to find her.” He threw the folder back at his father, angry at him for even implying that Billie could ever think to do something like that.

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Two years of scouring the earth, of private investigations and of dead-ends. Hugh has lost hope. He found himself becoming angrier and angrier every day. His drinking began to increase at a dangerous rate. Maybe, his dad was right? Maybe she ran off without him. He couldn’t think straight anymore. The little billy goat stuffed animal of yours sat on his dresser, ever present and now nothing more than a taunt to him. He began to hate you. His heart was shattered. You were the love of his life and you left him. The worst part is, he didn’t know why. He angrily grabbed the toy and threw it in the trash. Only to, moments later, fish it out of the trash and stare at it. He stroked it, remembering the day you gave it to him. He couldn’t bear to have it around anymore. So he put it in a box, along with everything else that reminded him of you and buried it in the back of his closet; to be lost and forgotten among the clothes there.

Over the years he shut himself off emotionally. He became a cold distant womanizer. If his parents thought he was nothing more than a ‘trust fund baby’, then that’s exactly what he would become. His relationship with his parents became almost non-existent except for a few parties he was forced to attend. The once good relationship with his grandfather became strained. He thought if he partied enough and buried himself in enough easy pussy he could forget your face. He changed his name too. He couldn’t stand to hear anyone else call him Hugh or Hughie. He became Ransom. Nothing could hurt Ransom. Ransom was invincible.

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5 years later…

Ransom hated these parties. His parents had to smooze everyone in town in order to keep their steadily declining real-estate business afloat. The room was full of socialites and waiters serving drinks. He saw his parents across the room, acting like a happy couple, when in reality his father had been cheating on his mother for years. He was currently on mistress number three, at least by Ransom’s count. He didn’t bother exposing Richard, Ransom would rather be a spectator and watch the situation explode when the time came. It gave him something to look forward to.

He was on his third glass of champagne and absolutely bored out of his skull. A waitress comes by and he puts his now empty glass on her tray when he catches a glimpse of her as she silently passes him by.

His breath caught in his throat. He had to double take as his eyes followed the silent waitress. He could only see the side of her face, but her facial features are unmistakable. “Billie?” He thinks he says aloud but it only comes out as a whisper. Ransom doesn’t realize he is following her until he sees her turn down a hallway. He’s hot on her trail and when he finally catches up to her, his anger over takes him. He grabs her arm roughly, trying to pull her towards him. “Billie? What the hell?” He all but shouts.

The sudden movement scares you. Your first reaction is to take the tray in your hand and hit whatever is grabbing you. The tray makes a connection and the grip on your arm is loosened. Whatever grabbed you hits the wall. When you turn to see what it was, you realize it’s a man! You drop the tray in surprise. The clattering sound of the metal tray falls on deaf ears. Your gaze is locked onto the most beautiful blue eyes you have ever seen in your life.

The man in front of you looks angry, very angry. You start to realize that he is angry at you, which breaks the spell. He begins to raise his hand at you, which causes you to flinch and fall to the ground cowering in fear.

Ransom is recovering from being hit with the tray. He hears the sound of the tray hit the ground, the metallic sound echoing in the hall. He raises his hands, shouting, “what the hell?” when he sees you fall to the ground, cowering. You must think he’s going to retaliate for hitting him, but why would you cower from him? Ransom is asking you where you have been and what you are doing here when he is interrupted by a shout behind him.

“Hey, what the hell are you doing, asshole?” A brunette woman comes up from behind him and gives him a shove. The woman quickly comes to your side. Ransom notes to himself that she is checking you over and doing something weird with her hands. All you do is nod, not saying a word.

The woman turns from your side, shooting daggers at Ransom, “what the hell do you think you are doing attacking my friend?” She asks but she’s doing that weird thing with her hands again, “do you get off on attacking defenseless deaf girls?”

Wait.. WHAT? That catches his attention. He then realizes this brunette woman is signing her words so you can understand her. “What do you mean, deaf? She’s not deaf.” Ransom scoffs. You aren’t deaf. Your hearing is perfect, or was perfect, the last time he saw you.

You are giving him a confused look, as you look between him and your friend Tina. You are trying to figure out what he is saying. Your lip reading skills are still average at best.

“WOW. Are you serious right now?” Tina asks exasperated.

Ransom pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance, “look, lady, I am sorry. I was just trying to ask your friend here some questions, okay?”

Tina eyes him suspiciously, “why, what do you want with her?” You perk up at what Tina signs. This man wanted something from you?

“I was trying to ask her what she was doing here, and why she was here. She looks identical to my girlfriend that went missing seven years ago.” He confesses with pain behind his eyes. He sighs, “but it can’t be her, my girlfriend wasn’t deaf.” He pauses for a moment, scolding himself for his actions. God, he really has turned into an asshole. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare your friend. Can you tell her I’m sorry?”

Tina signs to you, telling you what was said. You honestly couldn’t fault the guy after what Tina told you he said. You stand, dusting your hands off on your apron, when you offer him your hand as a gesture of acceptance.

Ransom takes your hand and shakes it. He studies your face carefully, noting the scarring on your forehead near your hairline. “What happened?” He asks, gesturing to his own head.

Tina answers for you, “she was in a really bad car accident years ago. I found her wandering the side of the road. She had severe head trauma, lost her hearing and memories in the process. Only clue she had to who she was, was a ring she had on with a name engraved on the inside.”

Ransom feels like all the wind was knocked out of him. He goes pale white and weak in the knees. “What’s her name?” he asks Tina. He felt like he was going to puke.

You notice the sudden change in his demeanor when Tina told him what happened to you. You study his face carefully. Something in the back of your head is itching and starting to throb.

“We aren’t sure what her name is, I’ve been calling her Billie this whole time because it is the name that was on the ring she had.” Tina confessed.

His mouth is dry. He can’t stand anymore. Ransom falls back against the wall, his body slumping to the floor. You and Tina fall to his side, trying to see if he is okay.

“This- this ring…” He breathes out carefully, trying to keep his champagne down, “was it a silver braided ring? Did the engraving say, ‘I love you Billie’?”

Tina’s wide eyes are on you, signing what he asks desperately. Your shock only matches her, when your hand comes to your chest where you wear the ring on a chain around your neck. You quickly take it off, grabbing his hand and dropping the necklace into his now cold and clammy hand.

You are nervous, your body is radiating and on edge. This man knows you. He knows who you were. Finally after seven years you could get some answers.

Ransom feels like he is going to pass out. His fingers toy with the ring in his hand. He gave you this ring on your first anniversary. You never took it off. He looks at you, studying you. The tears in his eyes are burning and threatening to spill over.

The blue eyes that are staring at you make you feel uneasy. It’s been too long since any words were spoken or translated. Your nervous habit of tucking your hair behind your ears reared its ugly head. That’s when he saw it. Ransom saw the small heart-shaped birthmark on your ear.

“It is you.” He choked out, the tears now fell freely. He looks desperately at Tina, “can you tell her what I am saying?” Tina nodded when he drew his attention back to you, “Your name is Millicent Combs. My name is Hugh Ransom Drysdale. We were together for three years. I gave you this ring on our first anniversary. It says ‘I love you Billie,’ because I loved you, I do love you still. I called you Billie because you always loved billy goats. Seven years ago we were going to run away and move to Europe. You went missing the day we were supposed to leave. I looked for you for two years but there was no trace of you anywhere.”

You had a hard time keeping up, trying to both pay attention to this man and Tina’s translations. The itch and throb in the back of your skull was getting worse.

Ransom turns his attention to Tina, “you said you found her wandering the side of the road?” His eyes are pleading now. He needs any information they have. He needs to figure out what really happened to you.

“Yeah, Billie was wandering around all bloodied up on this old county road about a mile from where my house was at the time. I was on my way back from work around midnight when I saw her. Communicating with her was hard at first but I convinced her to get in my car so I could take her to the hospital. Like I said before, she didn’t have anything on her that led to her identity. Hospital called the cops but they turned up with nothing. When she was in the hospital overnight, I drove down that road hoping to find some kind of crash sight but I came up with nothing.” As Tina told her story Ransom pulled out his phone and was furiously texting the private investigator he had hired to find Billie years ago.

“Can you tell me the exact road you found her on?” Ransom asked, trying to give as much detail to the investigator as he could. Tina told him everything, even down to the mile marker she stopped at. That night was very memorable for her.

You tapped on Tina’s shoulder, telling her to pose a question to this man, you wanted her to tell him about your nightmares. You always thought they were memories but nothing was ever solid. “Right.” Tina nodded to you, “she wanted me to tell you about the nightmares she has. Always relives that night but she always said she would hear really loud honking behind her, and felt like she was being pushed.”

Ransom’s furious typing ground to a halt, “someone was running you off the road.” He said directly at you. Tina only confirmed what he said, “yeah that’s what I always thought.”

“Did she ever remember what this other car looked like? Maybe a make, model or color?” He asked hopefully but was met with both Tina and Billie shaking their heads no. The phone rang in his hands, it was the private investigator calling him. Ransom stood up, “please, excuse me for a minute.” He stood only a few feet away from them. He didn’t want to stray too far from his Billie now that he found her again.

‘Are you okay?’ Tina asked you.

You let out a shaky sigh. ‘Yeah, just really overwhelmed I think. This is a lot of information I was not expecting to find out tonight.’ Your vision starts spinning, the throbbing is starting to take over and you fall into Tina’s arms.

Ransom is giving instructions to the investigator when he sees Billie collapse. He quickly hangs up and runs to her aid, “hey whoa, whoa, what happened.” He’s frantic.

Tina is patting your face softly trying to coax out a response, “this happens sometimes when she gets overwhelmed. The doctor said it’s from the head trauma, she should come to, in a second.” Five long seconds later, your eyes flutter open and focus on those beautiful baby blues. Your hand weakly comes to your chest and you sign to them you are sorry.

“I want to take her to one of my doctors. Do you think she would agree to that?” He asks Tina, and Tina asks you. Tina explains neither of them can pay for some expensive high-end doctor. Ransom seemingly picks-up on this silent conversation between the two of you when he butts in, “I will pay for everything, don’t worry. Neither of you will have to spend a dime, seriously. I just want to make sure she is okay.” He’s almost begging at this point.

Tina explains to you what he said, and after a moment of consideration, you agree. It would be nice to have a more qualified doctor take a look at you. The smile that broke out on Ransom’s face was electric and you couldn’t help but smile in return.

“Thank you so much for taking care of her. I am going to call my doctor friend and set something up for tomorrow.” He shakes Tina’s hand gratefully. “Can you both come to Mount Sinai Hospital tomorrow at 9:30? I will meet you in the lobby.”

Tina tells you what’s happening and you tell her it’s okay. “Yeah we will be there.” Tina helps you up. “Do you mind if I take her home now? This has been very overwhelming for her.”

Ransom didn’t want to say goodbye but he knew he would see her tomorrow morning. “Yeah, sure, sorry. You two get home safe. I will see you tomorrow.” He offered them a signature Drysdale smile. He watched the women walk slowly arm in arm towards the exit and he let out a shaky breath.

He knew he was right. He should have trusted his instincts, he should have trusted you . His Billie didn’t abandon him and she still loved him or at least he hoped so, judging by how well taken care of the ring he gave her was. However, that didn’t erase the fact something happened to her. Someone ran her off the road. Someone tried to kill his woman. He briefly returned to the party, squinting in suspicion at all the people that were close to him in life.

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The next morning you and Tina arrived at the hospital and just like he said, Hugh Ransom Drysdale, was waiting in the lobby. A doctor came moments later, and you were surprised to find the doctor knew sign-language and was telling you what you should expect today. The doctor took you over to the sitting area while Ransom held Tina back.

“They are going to give her all the tests they can. She is going to be well taken care of, I promise.” He tried to reassure Tina who seemed on edge.

“Yeah, sorry, this just all seems too good to be true. I’ve had her with me for the better part of seven years. Billie is like my little sister, I am very protective of her.” The last bit of Tina’s words were stern, almost as a warning to Ransom.

He chuckled slightly, “I get it. Trust me I do. I am really grateful you found her and took care of her. I thought she was gone. I didn’t know if she was alive or dead. Neither option settled well with me, but after two years of no answers, I gave up. I gave up on her. She was three towns away this whole time, no idea who she was, or who I was.” He scoffed at the irony of it all. When he gave up, he shut himself off from the world, emotions, hope and everything good he wanted nothing to do with it; and now here he was emotional with a hopeful heart.

“Well, I wouldn’t put too much blame on yourself. It sounds like you did everything you could. It’s not like you did this to her. Whoever did this is sick in the head. Who on earth could want to hurt such a beautiful person?” Tina asked.

Ransom couldn’t help but nod in agreement because that’s exactly what he was trying to figure out. “Can I ask you a question?” He turned to Tina, “was her voice affected in the crash, is that why she doesn’t talk?” He had wondered since last night.

“No, well, not at first.” Tina confessed, “when I found her she was asking what was going on, and kept telling me she couldn’t hear what I was saying when I asked her what happened. Over time she just stopped talking altogether. The doctors said it was psychosomatic and happened sometimes. She talks sometimes when she wakes up from a nightmare, she’s either screaming or yelling though.” The explanation broke Ransom’s heart.

Before the pair could continue their conversation, the doctor came over with you. “Alright folks, we are going to take her up to the fifth floor and get started.” You held up a finger in pause as you took your necklace off, knowing you wouldn’t be able to wear it during the tests. Tina held out her hand to take the necklace from you, but you shook your head and handed it to Ransom. “Hold on to this for me.” Tina translated your sign to him.

Ransom smiled, fisting the necklace and held it to his heart, “I will guard it with my life.”

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Tina was out getting lunch while Ransom waited in the waiting room. His fingers twisted the ring on his pinky nervously. Only a few more tests to go. It had been hours now.

Ransom stood and stretched just as Tina stepped out of the elevator. She handed him a cup of coffee, “I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I got you black with some sugar.”

He took it happily, “thanks.” Just as he took a sip his phone rang. “Yeah?” It was the investigator. He told Ransom that he found the sight of the crash. “What, really? Where?” The investigator tells him that your car was found in the middle of the woods off an old dirt road and crashed head first into a tree. Your purse was in the busted up glove compartment and your suitcase was found in the trunk even after all these years. The investigator definitely suspected foul-play. He said he found dents and scrapes of paint all along your rear bumper. “Is there any way you can find out who did this?” Ransom asked. The investigator said he was going to call in a favor to see if he could get the paint tested to see if they could tell what kind of car it was by the paint job. Ransom ended the call and told Tina what was found out.

“The investigator is going to drop off her belongings with me if you want me to bring them to you guys. Maybe something in her purse or her suitcase can jog her memory?” he offered.

“Yeah that sounds good.” Tina replied just as the nurse was wheeling you out of the double doors in a wheelchair.

“She told the doctor she wanted to come out and check on you two before she went into the next test.” The nurse supplied the explanation. Tina laughed and shook her head, a smile ever present on her face, “yes mom, we are fine.” Tina signs and says aloud. “You are the one getting poked and prodded and who knows what else and you want to make sure that we are okay? Typical.”

You stick your tongue out at her in defiance. Ransom laughs at the scene.

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It’s been a week since all the tests were done to you. Ransom had been spending more and more time at yours and Tina’s apartment. He had brought your belongings that were found in the crashed car. So far nothing sparked a reaction from you and it was frustrating.

Currently you and Ransom are sitting on the couch and Tina makes some dinner. You are reading a book and Ransom is deep in thought, chewing on the cuff of his sweater. You reach forward and slap his hand, “Hughie, I told you not to chew on your sweater.” You scold him.

Wait, WHAT?

Ransom’s head snaps to you so fast that his neck could have snapped from the force. You are frozen. You just spoke, the burning in your throat proves it. Although you couldn’t hear it, Tina dropped a bowl in the kitchen and it shattered as she ran into the living room. “Did she just speak?!” Tina yelled surprised.

“She, she just called me Hughie. She is the only one who ever called me that and she told me to stop chewing on my sweater. She would always yell at me for it because it’s a bad habit.” Ransom’s shock is evident. Tina supplies you with his explanation, to which you respond, ‘I don’t know what came over me. I just saw him doing that and it annoyed me, I couldn’t stop myself.’ This was a great sign. Your memory was starting to come back. Ransom was filled with glee, he couldn’t stop the laughter that erupted from his belly, “It always did annoy you. At one point you actually rolled up my sleeves so I couldn’t chew on it anymore.” He shared the memory, and as Tina translated you couldn’t help but have this wriggling feeling of nostalgia.

In the middle of the movie the three of you were watching, Ransom’s phone rang, he stepped outside to take the call. It had been about three minutes later when you noticed Tina’s shoulders jump in surprise. ‘What’s wrong?’ you ask her. She tells you she just heard Ransom shout angrily. A moment later, Ransom emerges from the hallway, apologizing saying he has to go and he’s already out the door before Tina finishes telling you what happened.

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He can’t believe it. He can’t fucking believe it. No, that’s a lie, he could believe it but he just didn’t want to. He met the investigator who provided him with all the documentation he collected regarding the crash. Ransom added them to the copies of all Billie’s test results he asked her for. The grip on his steering wheel was steel. He finally knew who tried to kill Billie, and furthermore he was pissed he didn’t connect the dots sooner. He contemplated his next move, he wanted to destroy this person’s life.

He pulled up to the grand mansion. It had been about five years since he was here last. The housekeeper opened the door for him when he stepped onto the porch and led him into the house. Ransom entered the main office only to find his grandfather Harlan sitting at his typewriter.

“Well, well, if it isn’t my spoiled grandson.” Harlan greeted.

“Harlan.” Ransom came to a stop in front of his desk, the folder tight in his grip.

Despite his old age and strained relationship with his grandson, he could tell something was wrong, “what brings you here?” He asks intrigued by this surprise visit.

“I found Billie.” Ransom confessed to his grandfather. The answer shocked Harlan to say the least. He always liked Millicent, always thought she was a good influence on his grandson. Their relationship was much better when she was in his life. He was deeply concerned when she went missing and tried to aid his grandson in the investigation but when nothing turned up, their relationship started to wane as Ransom began to withdraw into himself.

“Is she alive?” Harlan grabbed his cane, standing and steadying himself before walking around the desk.

Ransom sits down in the nearby chair, “yes, all things considering. She was in a severe car accident. Her car was run off the road by someone. They chased her for a good five or six miles until she crashed into a tree head on. She survived but suffered severe head trauma. She’s deaf now and doesn’t know who she is.” Ransom offers the folder to Harlan as he continues to tell his grandfather the entire story. Harlan carefully sat down across from him and began reading the evidence. When he finishes, Ransom is trying to hold back his angry tears. “So, I am here to ask for your help. I need them to suffer. Simply going to the cops is too easy.”

Harlan flipped back and forth through the papers, looking at the evidence as well as Billie’s medical records. He noted solemnly that this girl has, indeed, been through hell. “I will take care of this.” Harlan announces. Ransom blinks in shock. Did he hear him right? “What?” He asks for clarity.

“I will take care of this for you, but I need you to trust me. I don’t want you involved in this anymore than you already are. Ransom, I need you to promise me to stay out of this. Can you do that?” Harlan’s serious tone buzzes in Ransom’s ears.

“Can you promise me Billie will get the justice she deserves?” Ransom needs assurances, he won’t agree to anything unless he knows the involved parties will be punished properly.

“You have my word.” Harlan offers his hand to Ransom, making a gentleman’s agreement. Ransom takes Harlan’s hand and shakes it, “okay, I promise I will stay out of it and trust you.”

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Harlan stayed true to his word.

It was all over every single news outlet a week later.

“Real Estate Mogul Richard Drysdale arrested on embezzlement and attempted murder charges.”

“Money, Murder and Mistresses? Richard Drysdale’s mistresses come forward with their stories.”

“Drysdale denied bail. Set to face full charges in the attempted murder of Millicent Combs.”

“No special treatment for the disgraced son-in-law of Harlan Thrombey.”

You are watching the various news channels while Ransom is making popcorn in his kitchen. Tina is sitting on the couch next to you reading the pamphlets on cochlear implants. The doctor had suggested that you could be a good candidate for one and gave you the pamphlets to read up on. You learned one of your ears could be repaired enough to have a standard hearing aid, but the damage in your other ear was severe enough that an implant was the other viable option.

The news was flashing your picture and telling your story on the screen. You read the subtitles carefully, trying to take in what all these people were saying about you.

The day Ransom left his grandfather’s, he went to Tina’s place and told the two women what he learned. He also told them their lives were about to become a media circus and he wanted to take them to his apartment where they could be safe from the public eye for the time being. His apartment was large and in a secure building with multiple bedrooms so it was the best option they had.

Ransom came back into the room with a bowl full of fresh popcorn, he offered you a small bowl. You verbally thanked him. The doctor suggested you try to start using your voice and strengthen your vocal cords after years of unuse. While your voice was still small and scratchy in sound, it still pleased Ransom every time he heard it.

Pleased as punch, Ransom threw popcorn in the air, catching it in his mouth as he watched the repeat footage of his father being arrested. The look on his mother’s face made him gleeful. She was an absolute wreck, anger and a permanent scowl on her face. The news reported she refused to help Richard, stating she was disgusted by his actions. While the news reporters speculated the reason why Richard Drysdale ran Millicent Combs off the road, Ransom knew.

When he and Billie planned on leaving together and moving to Europe, Ransom contacted his lawyer to have the money in his trust fund transferred to new accounts so he and Billie could use that to start their new life. The lawyer contacted his father, who unknown to anyone at the time, had been siphoning money out of Ransom’s trust to fund the affair he was having with his mistress at that time. In a panic, Richard thought that if Billie had ‘disappeared’ then his son’s plans for moving would also disappear and Richard could continue what he was doing. So he followed his son that night when he dropped his girlfriend off at her apartment and waited. When she finally left and headed towards Ransom’s apartment in her car, Richard took his chance and chased her car down with his.

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Later that night, you sat in your room, researching medical options on your laptop when Ransom came in. Ransom came into the room with something hidden behind his back. While Tina was teaching him sign language, he knew his skills were nowhere near good enough to convey what he wanted to say, so Ransom handed you a note. You gave him a questioning look, as you began to read the note:

“Nine years ago, on our first anniversary I gave you a ring that told you I loved you. I told you then I would always take care of you and make sure that you were always happy. Seven years ago we made plans to run away and build a life together, and I promised you I would get you that billy goat you always wanted. I know we’ve lost a lot of time and memories but I want you to know I will always stay true to my promises. So I want you to have this as a sign of my promise.”

When you finished reading you looked up at Ransom expectantly. He pulled out a black velvet box and opened it to reveal a Tiffany silver necklace with a billy goat charm at the center. You couldn’t help it when your hands came to cover your mouth, muffling the loud laughter that was spilling out of your mouth. He can’t help but smile ear to ear at the sound of your laughter.

He took it out of the box as you swept your hair to the side so he could put it on you. His fingers trailed along the chain, softly caressing your skin. When they settled on the charm he noticed the trail of goosebumps he left in his wake. Ransom smiled happily seeing that even after all this time you were still affected by his touch. You stared into his beautiful blue eyes, entranced. There was something magnetic about him and you couldn’t deny it any longer he had an effect on you. You made no attempt to stop yourself as you leaned in and pressed your lips to his.

Ransom was surprised but relaxed into your kiss. He never thought he would get to do this again. The two of you poured all your emotions into this kiss. The kiss became deeper as you coaxed Ransom’s mouth open with your tongue. You started to understand why you fell for him originally. Scenes and pictures started to flash behind your eyes, glimpses of your former life. It wasn’t full memories but you knew something was trying to reach the surface of your brain. One thing became very apparent during this passionate kiss, you loved this man. You loved him with all your heart. Pulling away from him for a brief moment, you brought your hand to his face. Your thumb lovingly caressed his cheek, “I love you, Hughie.” you fondly confessed.

The smile Ransom gave you in return would be something you would remember for the rest of your life.

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razzle-dazzle-13 · 7 years

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Okay noble sacrifice and all aside Arwen telling Elrond, “There’s no ship that can bear me to the Undying lands” is like a kid telling their dad, “LAWL I missed the school bus, have to drop out and run away to marry my mortal lover now.”

#Arwen #Razzle watches lotr #lotr

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slightecho · 7 years

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got dang i got a tag again

rules: complete the survey and say who tagged you in the beginning. when you’re finished, tag people to do this survey. have fun and enjoy!

tagged: @princessplantasaurus tagging: @loridiculousness @chainedtomemory @myrmekitic @laurenspeaksinsanity @sakrea @ngnobles

1: are you named after someone? My grandmother on my dad’s side of the family

2: when was the last time you cried? Last night while watching Half Blood Prince

3: do you like your handwriting? I like it because it’s so weird

4: what is your favourite lunch meat? I don’t really eat lunch meat...

5: do you have kids? LOL nah

6: if you were another person, would you be friends with you? Uhhhh possibly??

7: do you use sarcasm? What who? me?

8: do you still have your tonsils? Nope

9: would you bungee jump? YIKES™

10: what is your favourite kind of cereal? Oh god I love cereal too much ummm probably Apple Jacks

11: do you untie your shoes when you take them off? Nope!

12: do you think you’re a strong person? I like to think so but physically nah probs not

13: what is your favourite ice cream? Cookies n Cream

14: what is the first thing you notice about people? Eyes

16: what is the least favourite physical thing you like about yourself? ah ha ha ha ha... ha ha ha... o_o

17: what color pants and shoes are you wearing now? One leg of my pants is blue and the other leg is red. I’m not wearing shoes!

20: if you were a crayon, what color would you be? Red

21: favourite smell? Baked goods. Like cookies!

22: who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? My mom!

23: favourite sport to watch? Quidditch and even then I’m kind of eh on it

24: hair color? brown atm

25: eye color? green

26: do you wear contacts? yes

27: favourite food to eat? pizza!

28: scary movies or comedy? Yes

29: last movie you watched? Last night I watched The Giver on Netflix before bed but in theatres it was Rogue One

30: what color of shirt are you wearing? Black 31: summer or winter? Florida Winter, New York Summer (lawl thats cheating but idfc)

32: hugs or kisses? hugs

33: what book are you currently reading? My Star Wars costume book my mom sent me!

34: who do you miss right now? @princessplantasaurus @myrmekitic @laurenspeaksinsanity and my New York family

35: what is on your mouse pad? DC Bombshells Harley Quinn

36: what is the last tv program you watched? The 100

37: what is the best sound? music

38: rolling stones or the beatles? Beatles

39: what is the furthest you have ever traveled? like distance or time?

40: do you have a special talent? I have a lot of talents but I dunno how special any of them are lmao

41: where were you born? My hometown in new york

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bhattxpressions · 7 years

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Stephanie Wong

1.) What is your favorite service event and what does service mean to you? I actually really like Grace Garden because the lady is super super sweet, I learned to identify weeds HAHA, and I got to meet new people every time.

Service to me is to do something good for other people (even just one person), a community and/or a country without asking for anything in return.

2.) How do you think APO has helped you with being a better leader Having different opportunities to share my ideas, listen to others’ ideas, and work as a team with my pbs

3.) What is the best way to start the day? (1) Tidying your bed first thing in the morning

- I started doing this after I'd watched this video on Facebook. Honestly it started off making me feel good because it gives you this sense of achievement and the feeling that everything will go well for the rest of your day, knowing that you have accomplished something already (as small of a task it seems – I NEVER USED TO TIDY MY BED and now it’s become a habit!!!).

(2) A good breakfast with a cup of black coffee or half sweetened chai latte w/ almond milk at Mishka’s - :’) legit heavenly.

(3) A little run or a little workout - it always make me feel good afterwards (only if I manage to get my lazy ass to exercise though).

4.) Would you rather lose all your memories or never be able to make new ones? I would probably be frustrated either way but I would rather lose all my memories because I feel like it’s more important for me to be able to make new ones and enjoy being in the moment. I could honestly visualize myself dwelling on old memories and being confused af if I couldn’t make new ones LAWL :0).

5.) Who is your role model and why? My role model is my dadi. Even though I see his weaknesses and shortcomings (which everyone has to some extents), I will always be in awe of how he managed to get to where he is now by working his ass off without being born into a privileged and super well-off family. He is very easy going (even with my friends) thought can be dead serious about important matters if the situation requires him to be. He is also the one that gives me life lectures and helps me get my shit together thru out these past 20 years HEHE THANK YOU.

6.) Something or someone you miss most from your childhood? The first thing that came to my mind was ice skating because it pretty much occupied most of my life and shaped me into who I am. I started my first skating class in the summer when I was 5 years old, where I had apparently cried my ass off – not really surprising though given how anxious I usually get when I try something new. I ended up quitting when I was 14 when I left Hong Kong for high school in the UK, mainly because skating competitively requires a lot of time and effort for progress and improvements to be made on the jumps and spins, and being in a boarding school simply does not allow me to skate like 5 times per week.

People always say you could just skate for fun and you don’t have to quit! But honestly to me that’s kind of like saying you can always read books and write essays without being in school and getting that degree LOL (bad analogy SOZ, but you get the idea) – it’s honestly a completely different story. Growing up, people around me had always seen me as the ‘strong’ one. And because I had somehow always associated crying with weakness, I never used to let myself cry in front of people, not even my parents. So at the time when my dad was driving my mum and I back home from my last training session, I was literally at the back of the car trying my best to hold back my tears and cry without making any sound.

Honestly my heart still aches a little every time I think back, partly because of the memory of how heartbroken I was at that time, and partly because I still regret not having put my 100% into skating, which I’m kind of ashamed of admitting. Why?

Although I still am today, I used to be SO SO much more self-conscious and scared of being commented on by other people – yes, even strangers (……sigh……). And because all skating rinks in Hong Kong are in huge shopping malls, there would a-l-w-a-y-s be people walking by and watching. So naturally my anxiety would kick in and most of the time when I'm on the ice I'd just be wondering how other people see me, and what they would say if I had fallen and if I had not been able to meet their (probably non-existent) expectations (smh).

T'was a little off track but after all I’m just glad I had a childhood that could bring me such memories because they make me who I am today and I am BEYOND grateful to have my coach, parents, and grandparents watch me grow in skating and provide me with so much support and love. :’) :’) :’) Also I’m so thankful my mum didn’t give in to my moments of weaknesses and let me quit because I never otherwise would have been able to look back and appreciate everyone that I had met and everything that I had learnt from skating. :’’ )

(+ P.S. I also miss living with my grandparents as a kid x1000000)

#HHBAPO

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