#ransom thought post number 2

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Ransom thought post #2

Do you think Lizzie Borden actually took an axe and gave her father fours whacks? And when she saw what she had done, do you think she gave her mother 41?

#ransom thought post number 2 #ransom thought post #Lizzie Borden #Lizzie Borden took an axe and gave her father 40 whacks #when she saw what she had done she gave her mother 41

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Brothers In Arms

Part 7: Music’s Too Loud Without You

Summary: Ransom learns of your pregnancy, but when he returns home, there’s another surprise waiting for him…

Warnings: Bad language words. Smut. Violence…angry Ran and angry Steve.

Pairing: MOB (darkish…sorta) Ransom Drysdale x Reader /MOB DARK Steve Rogers x Reader

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar reader and any other OCs that may or may not be mentioned. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

A/N: This is a VERY Ransom/Steve heavy chapter...the reader doesn’t feature much, and won’t in Part 8 either. After this we’ve only 2 plus an epilogue to go...eeeeek! Huge thanks to my beta and constant source of love and light @spectre-posts​

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Part 6

Silence stretched between the two of you as Ransom looked down at the test which now lay in his hands. You watched as his expression never changed. His eyes remained focused, nostrils flared a little as he took a deep breath, the nerve was still twitching in his jaw. So, it was a surprise to you, when the inevitable question came in such a quiet and meek manner.

“Is it mine?”

You licked your lips, swallowing as you blinked back tears. “I don’t know. And I…we never will.”

“What do you mean?”

“A paternity test would be useless.” You spoke, a little sadly. “You, and…him…I mean, identical twins…you share DNA.”

Ransom opened his mouth as if to speak, but he shut it again as he gently handed you the test back. “No, I guess you’re right.” He spoke softly, before he then shook his head, almost as if he was trying to dislodge whatever thought or image he had in his head. “But…it’s gotta be mine, right? I mean…we had…a lot of…” he waved his hand, “and you, you and him…it was once, so…odds on…”

He trailed off as you looked at him, a pang in your chest. There was no malice in his tone, no accusation, no bitterness. In fact, it was almost as if he was pleading. Pleading with you to tell him what he needed, or wanted to hear.

“Ransom…” you wiped your eyes, “I don’t…I mean, okay, the mathematical probability would likely lean towards you but…it only takes once and I can’t…” you looked at him, fresh tears stinging your eyes and nose, “I can’t say for sure.”

You saw the film of mist cover his eyes and you looked away, giving him a moment to compose himself. He cleared his throat, but when he spoke, his voice was thick. “Are you gonna keep it?”

“I don’t know. I need time to think about it.” You blinked back more tears as Ransom glanced up at the ceiling, almost as if he was hoping to find the solution to all of this up there on the clinically white suspended tiles.

“Whatever you want…then…I’ll help.” Ransom’s gaze returned to you, “If you keep it, I’ll support you. I’ll do whatever, be as involved as a father or as not involved as you want, but you’ll want for nothing. Either of you. Whatever you decide…”

At that point the door to the bathroom opened and you turned to the door, Ransom automatically moving so that he was stood in between it and you.

“Boss…” Natasha spoke, her voice gentle, “we don’t have a lot of time.”

“No…” Ransom looked down at his feet, “no we don’t.”

You weren’t sure if he was talking about the fact that any moment now the temporarily incapacitated security detail would be waking up, or the fact that you would soon have to come to terms with a decision about the baby currently residing in your belly. You raised your head to look at him, and he took a deep breath before he turned to Natasha. When he spoke, his voice was back to normal, business as usual.

“Y/N has agreed to my proposal. You’re to stay with her, keep her safe. There’ll be no contact from or to me unless she explicitly permits it.” Natasha nodded.  Ransom took another deep breath, before he looked back at you. “if you need me…you have my number.” And with that he gave a jerk of his head, and swept from the room.

You nodded, before you turned away, and then you could hold it no longer. Your shoulders began to shake as you started to cry.

“Oh…hey…Y/N…” Nat’s voice was a little shocked, awkward almost as you felt her arm gently touch her elbow. “Hey, what is it?”

“Everything…”You managed to croak out between your shaking sobs, “I ruined everything…I should have never gone to that damned party in the first place, I should never have lied…and now…now…my brother is out there fighting for his life and I’m…well, I don’t know what I’m doing with mine.”

“Well, how about we focus on right here, right now?” Nat spoke softly, “let’s get you calmed down, freshened up and then we’ll head back to your brother’s room. See how he is.���

You nodded. “Yeah…”

“I’ll be outside, most likely arguing with Harlan’s goons.” She gave you a little smile and you watched her go.

You turned to look at yourself in the mirror, and as you stared at your pale and drawn face, your hands both gently came to a rest on your stomach. You stood there, trying to get your head around all of this. Did you want this baby? More so, could you have the baby knowing that there was a chance it could be Steve’s. What if he found out? He’d been so clear about the fact he wanted you, you were sure that there was no point he’d simply leave you alone if he knew you were pregnant. Maybe you could run away…Ransom had said he’d help you in any way possible, so maybe he would give you enough cash to get you out of the country, and a new life somewhere else…

Loud voices drew you from your contemplation and you had to give a little snort as you realised Natasha had been right, she was arguing with your newly acquired bodyguards. Right now, this wasn’t about you. It was about Ari. So, you took a deep breath, summonsed all the composure and self-assurance you could muster, and yanked the door open.

*****

Ransom blazed through his mansion, barking orders and dismissing everyone he came across, including Langley. He wasn’t in the mood for his best friend or dealing with business today, he could think about nothing other than you, and the unborn baby in your belly. A million and one feelings were brewing inside him, and he couldn’t really identify any specific one with the exception of fear. Fear that, if Steve found out, it would put you in even more danger than you were. No, it was imperative that his asshole brother never found out about this.

He poured himself a scotch and drained it in one, wincing a the burn in his throat. He refilled his glass and sank into the chair behind his desk, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. If only he knew what it was that Levinson had uncovered. If he could prove to his shit head brother that it wasn’t him who had ordered that fateful hit which had gone wrong then maybe Ransom could buy himself enough time whilst he figured out how to kill the fucker. Because, that was inevitable; Steve Rogers would die. His fate had been sealed the minute he’d fucked you.

It didn’t escape Ransom, however, that even if he managed to kill his brother, Steve had achieved what he had wanted. He’d taken you away. You, the person who Ransom loved most. The person who he would have single handedly faced the devil himself for. Killing Steve wouldn’t repair the broken fragments of your relationship, it wouldn’t wash away what Ransom had done to you, but…

“It’ll make me feel better.” He necked his drink again, standing to refill the glass, his hands clutching at the neck of the crystal decanter. He knew he was lying to himself, nothing was going to make him feel better. Nothing other than having you back where you belonged. Back in his arms, in his bed. He wanted to watch you do that adorable little twitch of the face as you woke up. He wanted to argue with you over getting a dog. He wanted to play fight with you over what movie you put on. He wanted to see you in his clothes, fluffy socks on your feet, hair tossed up in a messy bun as you sat on the sofa surrounded by junk. He wanted to see your belly as it grew with his baby, see the other changes that brought to your body. He wanted to hold you, yelling as you squeezed his fingers so hard they felt like they were going to break as you gave birth…

Tears welled in his eyes and with a loud yell of anger, frustration, and downright devastation, he launched the crystal decanter at the wall where it shattered into a million pieces.

As much as he solely wanted to blame Steve for this mess, Harlan and Levinson were right. This was his doing as much as it was his brothers. And he had no fucking idea how to fix any of it.

“And now I’ve got not fucking scotch!” He yelled. He took a step to the right with the intention of yanking open the door and shouting loud enough until someone brought him some more, but he stopped dead as something caught his eye. He glanced back down at his desk and spotted, for the first time, an A4 sized envelope. It had clearly arrived in the post, and he assumed it had been that morning given the date stamps. He picked it up, it was flat but card backed, the type of envelope that normally contained things that the sender didn’t want bending.

Temporarily, all thoughts of you and alcohol flew from his mind. He reached for the letter opener, slit the envelope from left to right along the top, and then turned it upside down.

Two photos fell out, one landed picture down. With a frown, Ransom tossed the envelope down on the desk and glanced down at the photo which was the right way up. His brow furrowed as he saw Rumlow sat at a table at the country club with a large bulky envelope in one hand, and a bound wad of notes in the other.

Ransom’s mouth dropped open as he realised what this was. It was a payment, and more specifically, he knew that the only reason anyone would send this to him was that it was the payment which had sealed Peggy Rogers’ fate. This was the deal that was made when Rumlow was supposed to shoot Steve. Which meant that, the other photo which still lay with its blank, white back facing upwards, was about to show him who had arranged it.

He swallowed, suddenly feeling hot and clammy with anticipation. The blood was thumping around his head and ears as he reached out, and turned it over. His eyes widened as he saw, for the first time, the person who had been responsible for the hit, the reason Steve hated Ransom so much, the reason he’d gone after you to seek revenge on the wrong person.

And he knew the man. He knew the man extremely well.  

******

“Boss?”

Steve looked up to see Bucky in the doorway. “What is it, Buck?”

“Your brother is here.”

Steve’s brow furrowed, before he gave a little huff. “Well, show him in.”

A few minutes later, Ransom bustled into the room, the back of his long, tan coat flapping a little.

“Ransom, what a pleasant surprise.” Steve drawled. Ransom merely glared back at him. “Gun on the table,” Steve tapped the surface of this desk, “if you’d be so kind.”

With the filthiest look Ransom could muster, he reached into the waistband of his trousers and pulled out his weapon. He tossed it onto the desk.

“You packing anything else, no knives in your socks?” Steve arched a brow and Ransom scoffed.

“Knives ain’t my style.”

“Ah yes, never been one for getting your hands dirty.” Barnes chuckled from behind him and Ransom twisted his neck a little to look over his shoulder. “Tell me, how is Levinson?”

With a snarl, Ransom spun round. “You best hope he pulls through, because if he doesn’t…”

“You’ll do what?” Bucky stood still, not so much as flinching.

“Okay, boys, that’s enough.” Steve spoke, humour lacing his tone. “I’m sure we can all agree that what had to happen to Ari is…regrettable.”

“Regrettable? You did it, you stupid cunt. And for no reason.” Ransom tossed the package he was holding on the desk.

“What’s this?”

“An envelope.” Ransom deadpanned.

“Hilarious.” Steve rolled his eyes. “What’s in it?”

“Look and see. Or are you blind as well as fucking dumb?”

With his eyes still on Ransom’s, Steve reached for the envelope and pulled out the photos inside. Ransom watched and saw his brother’s eyes narrow, before they widened.

“Is this…”

“Yeah.” Ransom nodded

“What is it, Steve?” Buck asked as he walked round the side of the desk

“That is a picture. Well, two to be exact.” Ransom answered for Steve as Bucky took them. “Showing, what I believe, to be the meeting which set up the hit that was taken out on Steeby. The hit that killed Peggy.”

At the last sentence, Ransom bowed his head a little. Despite everything Steve was, he’d loved Peggy. Worshipped the ground she walked on and would do anything to keep her safe.

As he did and would with you. And your...

At the thought of you, and the baby in your belly, Ransom felt a stir of anger and his eyes returned to his brother who was now, he was both pleased and amused to see, looking utterly dumb struck.

“I told you it wasn’t me that organised it.“ Ransom spat, “you came after the wrong guy…and you…”

Steve looked at Ransom, his eyes locked onto his as he shook his head. “What do you want, an apology?”

Ransom snorted, “even now you can’t admit-“

“This doesn’t prove anything…” Steve waved the photo.

“You’re right, it doesn’t. And the one person that could confirm this is currently lying in a hospital bed because your guard dog couldn’t wait to get his knives out.”

“Levinson was tailing-“

“Because of what you did to Y/N!” Ransom snarled.

There was a moments silence, before Bucky cleared his throat. “Boss…I think…I think you should give these some serious consideration. I mean, why else would he-“ he jabbed his finger at the photo, “be meeting with Rumlow, huh? Who else did he want to have shot?”

“And why would anyone send it to me?” Ransom added.

“But why?” Steve frowned, “it makes no sense.

Ransom popped a shoulder. “He’s always been a jealous prick. Maybe he snapped, wanted to clear the path for himself, I don’t know. But we won’t either, not for sure, until we confront him.”

“If it is true…” Steve looked at Ransom, “I will kill him.”

Ransom popped a shoulder, “I ain’t gonna stop you.”

Steve took a deep breath, “Ransom…”

Ransom stood, waiting, his arms folded. But nothing came. Eventually he scoffed and reached for his gun.

“Save it, let’s go confront the son of a bitch. The sooner this is all over…” he trailed off. He was about to say the sooner this mess was dealt with, the sooner he could get back to putting things right with you. But, well, that wasn’t something he was sure would happen.

He tucked the gun into his waistband and then stood tall, brushing his hand through his hair. “Now, are you organising the flight to Boston, or shall I?”

**********

“Something smells good.”

“Pumpkin and Gingerbread cookies.” You grinned, turning to face him. “Shaped like…”

“Spooky stuff…” Ransom chuckled as he saw the array of different shaped cookies.

“Thought I’d do a test batch for Halloween.“

“You do know I booked catering for the party, right?” His arms circled you from behind.

“Yeah but I wanted to do something…”

He kissed your cheek, “so come on, let me test one.”

You grinned, and held one up over your shoulder for him to take a bite. He chewed, made an appreciative noise and swallowed.

“They’re good. Real good. Taste almost as good as you.”

You laughed and slapped his arm lightly. “Are hungry? I wasn’t sure if you would have eaten…”

“Starving…” he nipped at the skin behind your ear.

“I made lasagna,” you closed your eyes as his lips moved down your neck.

“Hmmm…rather have my dessert first,” his lips caressed your jaw.

“You can’t…”

“Says who?”

“That ain’t the way it’s done.” You mumbled and then giggled as he spun you to face him.

“I can do what the fuck I want,” he grinned as he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. “And right now, I wanna do you.”

He lifted you easily onto the kitchen counter, his hands gripping the bottom of your sweater. You bit your lip as he pulled it over your head, groaning as he realised you had no bra on underneath.

His lips pressed to the hollow of your throat, before he kissed the swell of your breast. Then, his lips pulled in your nipple, teeth gently grazing the sensitive nub. You groaned, arching into him a little, your hands in his hair, nails scratching his scalp.

It wasn’t long until your leggings had been discarded, along with your panties and he was stuffed inside of you, your legs round his waist, ass perched on the edge of the counter. Your nails dug into his shoulders as he thrust into you, over and over again.

“Fahk, princess…” his lips pressed to yours, swallowing your groan as he could feel you squeezing him. “You gonna cum, baby?”

“Yeah…yeah…oh…oh,  god…Ran…”

With a moan, you tipped your head back, and Ransom grunted as he felt your heat squeezing him, pulling him in further…god, you were just exquisite. He loved you, with everything he had…

Ransom shifted in his seat, his eyes closed. It seemed a bittersweet curse that his dreams were always filled with memories of you. Maybe that was his penance for the way he’d treated you…

He popped an eye open and saw his brother sat on the other side of the jet, a scotch on his hand. He was contemplating something. In a way that the twins has always been able to do, Steve sensed Ransom’s eyes on him and turned to face him. Ransom looked away.

“So, humour me, Ranny…”

Ransom growled and looked at him, “what?”

“I’m curious. I mean, you know now, that Y/N wasn’t completely aware it was me at Stark’s party but…did you know she arranged to meet me?”

“Yes.” His reply was curt.

“She backed out.”

“I know.”

“I mean, if she’d gone through with it…I’d have sent you the photos anyway but…”

Ransom growled, “shut up.”

“But…back to my point. You know all of this…and yet you’ve not got her back yet…why?”

“None of your dammed business.”

“Ahhh, it’s not your choice, I see. She pissed you didn’t believe her?”

Ransom clenched his jaw, “keep talking…go on.”

Steve simply smirked and sat back, “I mean, your relationship can’t have been that strong if you didn’t believe her in the first place. How many other-“

He was cut off as Ransom shot out of his chair and gripped him round the neck, closing his fingers tightly.

“You don’t mention her. You got that? She’s nothing to do with you.”

Steve nodded as Ransom let go, sitting back down.

“You’re going soft.” He chuckled.

Ransom sighed, “shut up, Steve. You’re boring me now.”

“I mean, you have been threatening to kill me for weeks and here is your perfect opportunity. No one here but me and you.”

“Well, call me old fashioned but I think you deserve revenge on the man who really ruined your life.”

“And then…then what?”

Ransom shrugged.

“He ruined yours too, remember?” Steve sighed, “if he hadn’t organised that hit…then…I wouldn’t have…”

Ransom turned his head towards his brother and opened one eye. “Is that an apology?”

Steve simply smirked, “if you wanna call it that.”

“You never were any good at them.” Ransom closed his eyes again and let out a deep breath. “Even as a kid sorry never formed part of your vocabulary.”

“Wasn’t part of yours either.”

“Touche, Steeby, touché.”

The rest of the flight was spent in silence, and before long they were pulling up outside their Grandfathers mansion. The driver, who Harlan had sent for them both, had barely pulled to a stop before Steve was out of the car.

“Steve, hey…” Ransom hurried to catch him, gripping his shoulder, “just…wait…”

“I’ve waited long enough.”

Ransom looked at his brother before he sighed, “fine, have it your way.”

Steve stormed through the mansion, Ransom simply swaggering behind as they made their way to Harlan’s office. Not bothering to knock, Steve fling the door open and their grandfather didn’t flinch as he looked up.

“Ahh. I though I had heard you had arrived. I also heard from my security at the hospital, I told you, Ransom, no-”

He stopped mid sentence as Ransom simply tossed the envelope down on the desk and Harlan looked at it.

“What’s this?”

“Photos. Photos of Rumlow with the…” Steve took a deep breath, “the person who really organised the hit.”

“So this is what Levinson found out?” Harlan reached for it. Ransom nodded.

“You ain’t gonna like it.” He warned.

Harlan opened the envelope and pulled out the photos, and he groaned. “Oh you stupid….”

“Where is he?” Steve demanded.

“He’ll be at the publishers.”

“Fine…” Steve turned to go.

“Wait!”

“I can’t and won’t do that.” Steve shook his head. “I’m going to kill him, he’s been in the business long enough to know how this goes…”

“And so have I.” Harlan sighed, sadness in his tone. “I can’t and I won’t stop you...not after...” he sighed and shook his head. “But let me call him, get him to meet me at the warehouse. It’s…it’ll be empty today, and I don’t want this anywhere near our legitimate front. Plus…I’d like an explanation. He is…he is….”

Harlan seemed unable to finish his sentence and he merely trailed off. Steve looked at Ransom who popped a shoulder.

“Okay, fine.” Steve consented, “but tell him to make it quick.”

Harlan nodded and picked up his phone. It was about five seconds or so before he took a deep breath. “I need to see you.”

******** 

Another cliff hanger...yeah I’m evil...but WHO do YOU think it is???

Find out in Part 8

#Brothers In Arms #mob ransom drysdale #mob ransom drysdale x reader #MOB Ransom Drysdale x you #mob steve rogers #mob steve rogers x reader #dark steve rogers #dark steve rogers x reader #mob au #chris evans characters

[somer-writes]

Heart of Hyrule Modern AU pt 2

Wanted to get down some thoughts on world-building. specifically as it relates to war and reconstruction. this is all subject to change, i just needed to get it laid out somewhere so if something doesnt make sense please let me know!!!

Also CW for wartime, occupations, terrorism

The Borderless War

13 year long civil war

Started as an attempted coup to move from monarchy into military dictatorship

General Rivia of Noble Court planted his men at major forts throughout Hyrule. Once smoke signals were lit, the men mutinied and took control (or attempted to) of military stations and strategic routes.

Rivia was swiftly detained by the Sheikah protecting the royal family. The outposts were more difficult because the sitting king was deemed weak/ineffective. The forces were split 50/50 as was most of the populace

Rivia’s wife Nomi managed to take the royal family as political hostages with a rogue group of Sheikah she promised power

Nobles were rounded up and executed if they refused to kneel as were important figureheads. Entire towns were razed if they refused to swear fealty

As refugees fled to neighboring lands, the defected army hunted them down

During this time Ordon (previously on good terms with Hyrule) was forcibly occupied for their agriculture and isolation

The Zora remained neutral but accepted refugees, the Gorons defended the Eldin province from non official militants (the defected army), and the Rito fled from forest fires up into the mountains

The war ended when Nomi was betrayed by the Sheikah after failing to follow through on her promises

Without her at the helm, the uprising was swiftly squashed (About 4 years after Time is born/left in Kokiri Forest)

The Harkinian royal family takes the throne again (princess Zelda was born while the family was captive and sent as a protected hostage to a sheikah base in the east)

Weapons development

The war served as the turning point in modern magic weaponry.

The warriors family established their company by refitting old weaponry with mana charges which could fire liquidized or crystalline spells even by those not magically inclined

On top of projectile spells, the company produced traditional weapons (swords, spears, etc) that also used charges to apply spells to the weapons

They also produced tactical staves and learned to make the first lab-grown mana crystals (which they still have a patent on)

The weapons advanced much faster than the defenses which had devastating results for casualty numbers

Anti mage armor does come about towards the end of the war but is expensive and heavy

Reconstruction

Due to the lawlessness of the war era, monsters swiftly took over the wilds (especially in the south of Hyrule)

As the land was attempted to be resettled, monsters attacked and killed a lot of townships/camps

Monster hunting starts off as a noble trade but swiftly becomes synonymous with extortion and ransoming

Much of the south is left abandoned and with forces and resources already stretched thin, the royal army leaves the area to monsters with devastating results on the towns that survived through the war but were left defenseless

As a way to catalog refugees/orphans, Hylians are made to adopt true surnames over place names

The first wave of standardized official identification is rolled out. ID cards include names, birthdays, province of origin, and whether or not the person is magically inclined

King Harkinan establishes the sages as a unified council in peace attempts

Official seats of the country (castle town, goron city, etc) are fitted with anti mana barriers that require a key item such as a ring to use magic within the barrier limits

Dark magic is declared officially illegal. Light magic requires special licenses.

Post-war Occupation of Ordon

Ordon is denied a representative on the sages’ council leading the relationship to sour more. Hyrule has yet to pull out of the region.

The first Ordon Rebellion occurs resulting in the destruction of the great fort on the north end of Faron bridge. As a result, a second occupation occurs

Ordon is forced to name a capital (Ordon village) and an ambassador. Ordonians are then forced to take Hylian surnames.

A rebellion group forms with Ordon leading to a number of small terror acts and attacks on Hylian grounds. Anti-Ordon sentiments begin to crop up

Hyrule exhausts itself in Ordon and withdraws from the area under an unstable treaty. Ordon is considered Hyrule territory, but is allowed to functionally govern themselves. This makes trade/travel/logistics difficult between Hyrule and Ordon.

The temple of hylia constructed in Ordon Village is abandoned

Anti-ordonian laws (ID cards, permits/paperwork, lack of representation) are passed further dividing the kingdom and province

Character effects

Time is a war refugee who is born during the war and taken to the Kokiri for safety as an infant when his parents were outed as monarch loyalists working with a resistance

Malon’s family stayed in the south through the war and reconstruction. She vividly remembers hiding in the cellar from monsters as a child

Wars’ family owns and operates Warriors’ Weaponry Co. He has mixed feelings on his family’s legacy. He’s fairly inclined to magic and is somewhat skilled with a power spear.

Twilight is a Hylian reconstruction refugee adopted into Ordon. He faces a lot of anti-Ordon sentiment in Hyrule and the opposite in Ordon. His home and family were destroyed by a monster.

Wild was severely injured in a monster attack in the northeast of Hyrule which destroyed his home village.

Legend’s family is noble blooded but went into hiding after the war and gave up their titles.

#lu fanfiction #lu chain #somer writes #the heart of hyrule modern au #lore dump #idk if this makes any sense tbh #this was so depressing to write out XD #wars gonna have a sarah winchester era

[andydrysdalerogers]

Following Team Orders ~ A Steve Rogers -Formula One AU

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Olivia Williams

Formula One

It's the top of the top, best of the best, most intense racing in the world.  There are only 20 drivers at a time that can race. 10 teams that get sponsored. Twenty-three tracks around the world to test the skills of these drivers and crown one champion.

No woman has ever won a race.

And Liv is given a chance to prove them wrong.

After Bucky Barnes, a driver for Red Bull, is injured at Bahrain, Olivia Williams has the chance of a lifetime: be one of six female Formula One drivers in the history of the sport.  Liv has been racing since she was 5 and she takes the opportunity to become one of the elite 20 drivers in the world.  Bucky sees her potential.  His racing partner does not.

Steve Rogers is the number 2 driver in the world behind his chief rival, Ransom Drysdale. He thought this would be his year, racing with his best friend Bucky and taking on rival Mercedes. Until Bucky is hurt during the first race of the year.  They are bringing in a rookie to complete the team.  And Steve is not happy.  Because a woman has never succeeded in this sport, and he sure isn't going to let the beautiful and tenacious Olivia bring his year down.

Now, he has one year, 23 races, two rivals and one attraction that could make or break his chances at the championship.  They just need to follow team orders.  But will they be able to when they take a chance at following their own hearts?

Warnings: A-N-G-S-T!!! Smut (eventually), car crashes, death, degrading speeches, a mean Steve Rogers, an even meaner Ransom Drysdale, fluff

Chapters:

Bahrain

Saudia Arabia

Australia

Emilia Romagna

Miami

Monaco

Montreal

Silverstone

Austria

France

Series Break

Spa-Francorchamps

Netherlands

Monza

Sochi

Singapore

Austin

Mexico City

Las Vegas

Sao Paolo

Sao Paolo - Part 2

Abu Dhabi

Epilogue

One Shot: He's a Yankee Doodle Sweetheart; but She's his Yankee Doddle Girl

Cast

Olivia Williams (Gal Gadot) – rookie driver for Red Bull, youngest daughter of racing legend David Williams

Steve Rogers - veteran driver for Red Bull

James "Bucky" Barnes – veteran driver for Red Bull, injured in first race and becomes Olivia's crew chief

Andy Barber – team principal Red Bull

Ransom Drysdale – principal driver, Mercedes, Olivia's former boyfriend

Lance Tucker – second driver, Mercedes

Lloyd Hansen – owner, Mercedes

Sam Wilson – Steve's crew chief and other best friend

Frank Adler – Olivia's best friend and mechanic- team Red Bull

Johnny Storm – shameless flirt – driver – team Ferrari

I will start posting this one once a week on Wednesdays! I'm adding in my normal tag list but please let me know if you want to be added or removed

Taglist:

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#andy's hea #following team orders #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers au #steve rogers x ofc #chris evans fanfiction #bucky barnes #andy barber #ransom drysdale #formula one au #female f1 driver #andy's shenanigans #chris evans #multifandom rp #lance tucker #lloyd hansen

[justalonelyslytherin]

As some of you may have seen, I mentioned some time ago that I reached 300 followers not even a month after reaching the 200 mark. I'm still so shocked by this, even just having one person follow my blog, interact with me and enjoy the content I produce is mindblowing. These silly little stories and pictures actually are liked by other people? Am I dreaming?

As my blog keeps growing at a more rapid pace than I ever anticipated I decided to space the celebrations out more. The next ones will be 500, 750, 1000... (should I even reach those numbers). Not because I'm greedy but because there are so many stories I want to write that I don't have the time to do that and do celebrations (even tho I want to show my gratitude to those who follow me by giving back a little through my celebrations).

There is still one more story I have to post to fulfill and end my 200-follower celebration (it is in the final works and will be posted as quickly as possible!). Still, I wanted to also participate in Flufftober and have my celebration Fall and Halloween themed, so I'm posting this already.

(divider created by the talented @/firefly-graphics)

Celebration is open 01. October - 31. October

Monster Mash-up

Halloween is nearing! My favorite time of the year (besides Christmas). Make my ask box go crawling with monsters! send me in:

monster!character x monster!reader (you choose what monsters, either one of the two can be human too)

& I'll tell you a little about what I think their dynamic would be + what their first meeting would look like?

Have a fun prompt or thought? Add it in too & I'll incorporate it as well

characters: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin, Steve Rogers, Ari Levinson, Ransom Drysdale, Jake Jensen, Andy Barber, Curtis Everett,

monster inspiration: vampire, werewolf, fae, siren/mermaid, witch/wizard, shapeshifter,

Suggest me a character for flufftober prompts:

As I have only limited time I will be only doing a few prompts and they will probably also be posted late (aka not on the actual day). For some prompts I already have a character in mind, but for others not. Send me in the number & the character and if it sparks inspiration I'll add it to the list* characters: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin, Steve Rogers, Ari Levinson, Ransom Drysdale

Day 1 -Wearing Each Other's clothes ->

Day 2 - "You've told your parents?" ->

Day 8 - Shooting Starts ->

Day 9 - Game Day (Sports) -> Hangman

Day 12 - "You kept this?" -> Ransom (suggested)

Day 13 - Secret Family Recipe - Hangman/Steve Rogers

Day 15 - Accidents don't just happen accidentally -> Hangman

Day 26 - Blankets -> Ari (suggested)

Day 27 - Reunion -> Ari (suggested)

*I'm not guaranteeing I'll add it to the list, but if it sparks inspiration and I have the time I might write it. Also to note, I probably won't write all 12 prompts but these are the ones that sounded inspiring to me

Ally's Recommendations

There have been many reclists going around the last few weeks, many of which I have been tagged along in. The lovely @natrace started the amazing 'stardust reblog challenge' too. I haven't had the time to read myself into it and participate but having a section on my blog to honor and mention talented creators and my favorite works have been a thing I've been planning for some time. What's a better time than to start now? I have been keeping a small list, collecting links and names that I want to honor and it's finally time to start posting them!

Additionally, stay tuned for an additional update for Little Spiderbro and perhaps one or two more special Halloween posts <3

#sly's 300 #tumblr milestone #300 follower celebration

[devilrosola]

Character meme!

So a few months ago, TheOtaku had it’s 22 year reunion. While reminiscing and going through my old posts there, I found this meme and thought it’d be fun to do with my current fandom

1. Fill up the blanks with your favorite characters or OCs / Put their names by the numbers, too. 2. Answer the questions, or try to. 3. TAG 3 people. NOW  

1) 2) 3) 4) 5) 6) 7) 8) 9) 10)

1. What if 7 and 4 kissed?

2. Where would 2 bury a treasure?

3. 6 and 10 get into a fight. Who resorts to violence first?

4. 1 is kidnapped and their kidnapper demands a ransom of 1,000 dollars from 5. Do they help 1?

5. Who is stronger? 6 or 8?

6. Who is 3's secret love?

7. Can 8 juggle?

8. 1 is asked on a date by their favorite actor/actress. Do they accept the date?

(Just realized there was no 9, so filling that in) 9. Game Night! What do 5, 6 and 10 end up playing? Who’s most likely to win?

10. A Meteor is about to hit the planet, can 7, 2, and 10 stop it?

11. Is 9 single?

12.  9 and 3 are trapped in a zombie-infested theme park.  How do they escape?

13. Does 1 wish this TAG was over?

14. 8 and 7 are dancing to the waltz. 2 comes in and sees them dancing. 2's reaction?

15. 9 and 5 go to the movies. What movie do they see?

16. You are attacked by 1, 3, and 9. Can you survive?

17. What is 4's favorite color?

18. Can 7 sing?

19. A vampire bites 2. 4 sees this, what do they do?

20. All the characters get into a battle royale.

#meme #character meme #characters #my post #tag game #I'll be reblogging with some of my OCs in a bit #and canon magi charas next week

[marymoss1971]

22 Answers for Fanfic 2022

1. Fandoms wrote for this year

Star Trek: The Next Generation

Star Trek: Lower Decks

Star Trek: Picard

Star Trek: Strange New Worlds

Star Trek: The Original Series

Star Trek: Voyager

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

2. Favorite fanfic I wrote

I'd say Moving Forward  since for the longest time I couldn't figure out why Chakotay would end up with Seven. It seemed totally random and out of the blue. So, I wrote this fic to help me understand how it could happen.

3. Favorite fic I read

I don't read a lot but Our Stars by @curator-on-ao3 since it really got me feeling the Pikeuna ship. and her story "Ransomed"  Chapter 13: in Voyager Writing Game Prompts because it showed me that a prompt-fic can be short so it inspired me to write the story I wanted to

4. Favorite opening line/scene I wrote "Owen Paris sat in the War Room dazed. 98 ships. The room was abuzz with activity—people running in and out, people talking all around him, people talking *to* him, but nothing registered. All he could think about were the 98 ships. 98 out of 112 ships gone—just like that. Tens of thousands of people sent to their deaths and that was just in his fleet—the 7th fleet--alone. -- From Pain too Difficult to Process                                 This is memorable because it showed us a different side of the Admiral. We've seen him as the epitome of the confident Starfleet officer. It's interesting that he's so shell shocked by the loss of the fleet that he can't register what's going on around him. 5. Favorite ending line/scene I wrote "maybe she could find another Collector. She probably wouldn’t be able to hear their voice in her head like the Master (there was only one Master, after all!) but it’d be nice to be of service again."-- from The Compelled Starfleet Collector Memorable because it showed that, despite the fact she's no longer under the direct control of he Thought Maker, she's been too heavily indoctrinated.It's a heavy ending but that's what I find interesting about it. 6. A trope I wrote this year The sadistic/maniacal villain in The Mystery of Level 10, Section A --that was my favorite. Also, the regretful father trying to make amends in Seeking a Second Chance The disapproving father trope in Offiering Unsolicited Advice ..The dark comedy version of someone descending into insanity   Doop Doop Doop and Anderson Unhinged

  7. Pairings I wrote

Chakotay/Seven

Owen Paris/Owen Paris's wife

Leah Brahms/Geordi LaForge

Tom Paris/B'Elanna Torres

8. Fic regret this year

That I wrote? I guess How the Tirade Began   It was mainly a test to see if I could put my idea in 47 words. I succeeded but don't think it's very interesting.

9. A song that helped me write

I don't use songs. However, I used the song "Hallelujah" for the Merry Month of Cohen writing prompt. The story was Broken Promise   10.  Total Number of fics I posted

37

11.Total Number of Words I posted

51,283 12. Most popular fic written

Based on kudos, I have a 4-way tie between Knowledge for Knowledge's Sake , An Intriguing Offer , A Clear Future From an Uncertain Past , and A Difficult Debrief  . Based on hits it's Moving Forward 13. Least popular fic written

Based on Kudos, Preconceptions  which makes me a little sad since when it comes to Leah Broahms/Geordi LaForge, I must be in the minority.. Based on hits, it's Sisters and Starfleet                                14.Longest completed fic

The Mystery of Level 10, Section A at  6,218 words

15. Shortest completed fic

How the Tirade Began  It was my attempt at the 47 word prompt. Next is The third Option  at 218 words 16. Favorite character to write this year

I"m going to say Tendi in Knowledge for Knowledge's Sake  It was fun fleshing out her backstory.

17. A fic I didn't expect to write  

Most are unexpected. But The Compelled Starfleet Collecto -- . I loved the idea of the Though Maker as a brainwashing device but it wouldn't work for my one fic so I wrote a story around it.

18. Most Memorable comment/review

"Have you ever considered a full novella about Jellico and his adventures? You have a real knack for his voice and he happens to be one of my favorite characters."-- To hear someone say that I had a knack for writing Jellico--I was over the moon! It also inspired me to write Deep Space 5 19. Trends I noticed in my writing this year

I started out the year decided that I wanted to try the prompts in the Voyager Writing Game, so a lot of my fics came from the prompts. I also was inspired by Twitter a few times. 20.. Fics I wanted to write but didn't

I had ideas for SNW but wanted to wait to see what happens in new season (see next question) 21. Fics I want to write next year

I want to write Spock asking Una's advice when he's offered the position as Kirk's first officer but I want to see what happens when Spock and Kirk meet in SNW. I'd also like to write a Spock/Sarek/Sybok scene but, again, want to see what SNW does

22. An idea from one of my fics that I want people to think about Wow, I don't know. I guess in Friendship Lost where I have Carol Freeman try to process the actions of her  "friend" Les Buenamigo. I've always loved the "someone close to X is a traitor" trope in fiction. So, the idea that someone she considered a friend not only set her up for failure but tried to kill her--that was heavy for me. So, I hope that that story plus others in my series Reflections on Admiral Buenamigo  aka Admiral (not so) Good Friend provided readers closure that provided me when I was writing them.

***

I hope no one minds if I do an honorable mention. This is my favorite set of lines in a fic from this year. From Seeking a Second Chance                                  - 

(Admiral Paris is asking for his daughter’s forgiveness for not being supportive of her career)

“Moira, please!” he exclaimed.

“No!” she interrupted. “It’s bad enough you made me feel like crap for playing the harp, you did the <b>same</b> thing to Tom! If it wasn’t for you, he’d probably be alive right now!”

“Don’t you think I know that?!” he blurted out.

That’s when she saw it. She’d seen many things in her father’s face—happiness, sadness, pride, disappointment, anger. But what she saw now—pain—she’d never seen before.

#fanfic year in review 2022

[mrs-steve-harrington]

Thank you for tagging me @elder-flower! Not sure what this is going to look like by the time I reach the end of it, but I'm gonna try and have fun along the way :D

Rules: post the top 5 works you’re most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular), your top 4 current WIPs that you’re excited to release in the new year, your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year, your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year, and your number 1 favorite line you’ve written this year! 

TOP 5 WORKS - not in any particular order

Sleeves - A very self-indulgent Antwan/Keys ficlet I wrote towards the beginning of the year. I remember that, at the time, I thought I was already pretty much done writing Free Guy fic. Writing it at all had been more about getting a different fic to no longer show up under Recent Works on my ao3 dash. Then the idea for this struck me one day while rolling up the sleeves on a button down shirt I don't often wear. It was a lot of fun to write (who knew wrist touching could be so sexy??) and I'm still really proud of it, tbh.

as long as you'll have me - This Steve/Nancy ficlet was written for my pre-July Flash Bingo card. It didn't get much attention, but before season 4 aired, Stancy fic got basically none anyway (and even less when using the Dead by Daylight stuff), so that was expected. I still like it, though. It's not very long, but it has some of my favorite angst in it with Steve being sure Nancy is only kissing him because he's familiar in this strange, dangerous dimension they've ended up in. idk, I just dig it!

Don't Hurt Me - This is a Steve/Nancy ficlet that I wrote for 2021's fandomtrees, but of course it wasn't revealed until January of this year (and I think I probably actually only finished it right before reveals anyway haha). I'd been wanting to write a stancy soulmate au for @stevethehousewife and came across the idea of soulmates being unable to physically harm each other while trying to come up with ideas. I wondered how that might change the alley scene in s1 and started going from there. Again it's Stancy so it didn't get much in the way of attention, but I'm really happy with how it turned out! Plus, there can literally never be too many soulmate fics for any of my ships.

The Craziest Things Happen in Hawkins - A general (no ships), Steve-centered ficlet written for the July Break Bingo that I just really like! It doesn't really have an ending because I couldn't get to one in the time limit (and I was determined to get a BINGO before the month ended). But I don't really care about that. It has exactly what I wanted in it: protective Steve sacrificing himself so that Joyce doesn't get hurt (and so that Jonathan and Will and El don't lose someone important to them so soon after Hopper's death). I'm especially fond of Steve acting like his dad will totally pay a ransom for him when he knows it's a lie, and also knows he probably won't make it back from this. I just don't get to write protective Steve enough because I have too much fun with angsty Steve, but this was great!

Answering Your Call - My first written and published ABO fic! Of course it would be for Stranger Things and Jonathan/Steve/Nancy. I'd have it no other way. This was originally written for an event in the 30+ Fic Writers discord server I'm in (though I never added it to that collection because the people there are lovely and tend to comment on event fics even in fandoms they don't know and I didn't want anyone to feel pressured into reading it if they wouldn't have normally gravitated towards it). I've always been too intimidated by ABO stuff because there's so much of the au that squicks me, and I still have trouble articulating what I want from it myself. But I loved getting to write protective alpha Nancy and Super Growly and Protective Jonathan refusing to let omega Steve get hurt. There's that touch of angst that I love (and would make even angstier if I ever continued with it), but also some comfort and idk, it's just good stuff imo.

TOP 4 CURRENT WIPS - also in no particular order

Steve presents as an omega late (Stoncy) - A fic where Steve always secretly hoped he would present as an omega because he liked the idea that he might be wanted, might be taken care of, might be able to have children and a big family after feeling very alone in his own family. And he does eventually present as an omega, but it happens post-S4 and rather than cause any problems for everyone, he keeps it a secret. That way none of the kids feel bad about moving on after high school, and the adults won't worry about someone needing to stick around either because he's keeping an eye on things. (People do not see omegas as weak, just important and they wouldn't want him stuck with the weight alone).

The real meat of the fic won't start until after all of this, when he goes into crisis after his body starts rejecting his suppressants and Nancy and Jonathan are brought in to help him, resulting in the three of them forming a bond while he's in heat (but without the non/dub-con sex that accompanies this sort of thing usually) and him angsting about forcing them into something they couldn't have wanted (but of course the three of them having been pining for each other for YEARS).

soulmate au (Stoncy) - Siiiiiigh. The very same soulmate au I've been working on since, idk, 2019 or 2020 or something. A long ass time. But while unsuccessfully trying to get it finished for Fandom Trumps Hate this year, I ended up figuring out how to get to the ending. It's just a matter of actually writing the damn thing. There's only gonna be 3 Stoncy readers left by then, but whatever. This is still the most self-indulgent fic I've ever worked on and I love it so much. I want other people to be able to read it!!

anything (anything) for you part 2 (Stoncy) - Another wip that has been in the works for a long, long time. Two more chapters are written, but I've been stuck on Chapter 4 for over a year or something. But I've brainstormed with a couple of friends and I think I have a solid idea for where it should go. I dug myself into a bit of a hole with their relationship and it took a while to figure out how Nancy and Jonathan could possibly find out that Steve was faking his feelings for Jonathan in desperation to keep being allowed to date Nancy, without them ending things. But it should be good. Just another thing that I have to actually try to write, which is unfortunately the hardest part.

Deal with Vecna (Vecna/Steve) - A fic where, in the aftermath of hearing some harsh things about himself, Steve decides to try and trade his life for Max's because then at least he'll have done something to help. Only Vecna decides he'd rather have Steve's body than take his life. I've gotten the whole first part done, but I'm still struggling with where I want it to go and whether or not Steve should be saved.

3 BIGGEST IMPROVEMENTS

None! I may have actually gotten worse at both writing AND finishing things!! But it was a really hard year of writing for me. It's whatever!

TOP 2 RESOLUTIONS

Post at least 1 fic per month next year. This year I went through a stretch where I didn't post anything for a whole month (maybe two?) and it fucked with my mentally and emotionally. I hate it. So I would like to try and keep that from happening again!!

Be even MORE self-indulgent. If only a handful of people are gonna enjoy my stuff anyway, I might as well put everything I like into a fic without taking other people into consideration (I say knowing full well this will not happen but I can dream).

NUMBER 1 FAVORITE LINE

You don't even want to know how many fics I skimmed through to try and find any lines that worked well on their own. Not even sure how much this one does. But it stood out to me and I don't think it's too shabby.

— Every step of the way, some part of him is touching Keys' arm—the ends of his fingers as he holds him in place, the knuckles of his thumbs when he tugs the material taut.

Tagging: @stevethehousewife @urisarang @readythefanons @tkwritesdumbassassins

#thanks for tagging me! #tag game #my fic #my writing

[1000night]

Cat World AU

CE Characters pt.2

a/o: do you think we need to give those humen distinguish names?

Curtis Everett

Species(color): GreySpecies(color): Maine Cat

Ages: 4years and 3 months (33 yrs)

Personality traits: friendly, affectionate, and goofy. A sweet gentle giant cat and loyalty to his human.

Note: 

He loves the snowy weather because his human would cuddle with him all day long.

He is known by the neighbors after he could rest against the shoulder of his human and be quiet.

The children in this town love him and he would tolerate their touch as long as his human reward him and praise him.

Routines difficulty : ( more ★, more difficult)

Cut nails:★★☆☆☆

Comb:★ ☆☆ ☆☆

tricks training:★★☆☆☆

food picking:★☆☆☆☆

Johnny Storms

Species(color):Somali cat

Ages: 1year and 10 months (23 yrs)

Personality traits: restless and smart, he didn’t like cold. And he’s a trouble maker like Ransom. 

Note:

His favorite bed is his human’s soft breasts, he’d bury his head into his human’s tits.

He’s popular by his human’s other friends and he’s enjoy the attentions. So he actually doesn’t mind his human touch other cat— just don’t threatened his status in his human’s mind.

Routines difficulty: (more ★, more difficult)

Cut nails: ★★★★☆ (He thought his nails is perfect for hunting and protect his human. And he’s a cry baby who need his human’s praises ;)

Comb: ★☆☆☆☆

tricks training: ★★☆☆☆

food picking: ★★★☆☆

Loyd Hansen

Species(color): Brown Tabby Bengal cat

Ages: 6 year(40yrs)

Personality traits:Independent, changeable temperament, enjoy hunting and has the better hunting ability than other cats.

Note:  

He escaped from a breeder facility and didn’t trust human. Until his human showed up and they have trained for at least 3 years, now Lloyd only accept his human to be close.

He loves leaft scratch marks and foot prints on the wall or floor.

When he smells other creatures try to scent  his human, he’d be more clingy to her, and uses the scratching posts violently to  sharpen his nails. He’s ready to teach someone a lesson.

Routines difficulty: (more ★, more difficult)  

Cut nails: ★★★★☆ He’d growled everytime when he was captured and he’d demand more reward catnips

Comb: ★☆☆☆☆

tricks training: ★★★★☆ You are not the one in charge here, human.

food picking: ★★★★☆

Frank Adler

Species(color):two-color cat (brown and white)

Ages:5 years(36 yrs)

Personality traits: Melancholic, A good-natured cat, but vigilant and aggressive towards strangers.

Note:

His human taught him how to use bottens to express his thots–—They did it.

He loves hearing his human read to him, especially about philosophy.

His human adopted another kitten with Frank, she named her Mary.

They love watching birds through windows.

Routines difficulty: (more ★, more difficult)  

Cut nails: ★☆☆☆☆

Comb:★☆☆☆☆

tricks training:★★☆☆☆

food picking: ★☆☆���☆

Colin Shea

Species(color):tuxedo cat(black and white)

Ages:3 years(28 yrs)

Personality traits: He’s a ladies’ cat, energetic, friendly

Note:

He is the seldom lucky one that been adopted by his human when he just opened his eyes.

He loves light music, especialy the guitar sound.

He has a bad habit which is sneaking out and follow the stranger (only female). Then so his human need to buy a collar that has her phone number and his name with a sentense “Please call his master when he is following.”

Routines difficulty: (more ★, more difficult)   Cut nails: ★★☆☆☆ Comb:★☆☆☆☆ tricks training:★★★☆☆ food picking: ★★★☆☆

#cat world series #1000drabble series

[peterfelweek]

Interested in Peter Parker/Felicia Hardy but unsure where to start? Here is the definitive guide for all your Peterfel needs!

[This guide receives periodic updates; the tags include the latest update date. Always check the original post to ensure you have the most recent version!]

COMICS

Earth-616 (Main Continuity)

Amazing Spider-Man #194 → Black Cat’s first appearance

Amazing Spider-Man #195, 204-205

Amazing Spider-Man #226, 227

Spectacular Spider-Man #74-79, 84-86

Spectacular Spider-Man #87 → Peter’s identity reveal to Felicia

Spectacular Spider-Man #88-91

Spectacular Spider-Man Annual #4: B Story

Amazing Spider-Man #246, 256, 258

Spectacular Spider-Man #95-99

Spectacular Spider-Man #100 → Peter/Felicia split

Spectacular Spider-Man #112, 115-117, 119

Spectacular Spider-Man #123 → Peter/Felicia back together

Amazing Spider-Man #288-289

Spectacular Spider-Man #128-129 → Peter/Felicia split again

Amazing Spider-Man #329-331

Amazing Spider-Man #341-343, 346-347

Web of Spider-Man #80

Amazing Spider-Man #369-371

Spectacular Spider-Man #204-206

Felicia Hardy: The Black Cat #1-4

Web of Spider-Man #113, 128

Spider-Man Unlimited (1993) #11

Sensational Spider-Man #29-30 → Felicia’s thoughts on Peter’s Civil War identity reveal

Peter Parker: Spider-Man Annual 2000: B Story

Spider-Man/Black Cat: The Evil That Men Do

Marvel Knights Spider-Man #1-12

Spider-Man Unlimited (2004) #14: A Story

Sensational Spider-Man (2006) #25-27, 33

-ONE MORE DAY/BRAND NEW DAY STATUS QUO CHANGE-

Amazing Spider-Man #606-607

Amazing Spider-Man #612: B Story

Amazing Spider-Man #621-622

Amazing Spider-Man Presents: Black Cat #1-4

The Many Loves of Spider-Man

Web of Spider-Man (2009) #11-12

Superior Spider-Man #20 → Otto Octavius as Superior Spider-Man attacks Felicia

Amazing Spider-Man (2014) #1-6

Amazing Spider-Man (2014) #16: B Story

Amazing Spider-Man (2014) #17-18

Peter Parker: Spectacular Spider-Man #300: B Story

Amazing Spider-Man (2018) #9-10 → Felicia regains her memory of Peter’s identity

Amazing Spider-Man (2018) Annual #1

Amazing Spider-Man (2018) #16.HU

Symbiote Spider-Man #1-5

Black Cat (2019) Annual #1 → Peter and Felicia get married!

Free Comic Book Day 2020: Spider-Man: A Story

Amazing Spider-Man (2018) #77-78 → Felicia is the first person Peter responds to since being in a coma

Death of Doctor Strange: Spider-Man #1

Amazing Spider-Man (2018) #87

Amazing Spider-Man (2022) #5

Amazing Spider-Man (2022) #6 [Legacy Number: Amazing Spider-Man #900] → Peter and Felicia kiss! 

Amazing Spider-Man (2022) #11, 19

Spider-Verse Unlimited Infinity Comic #37

Amazing Spider-Man (2022) #20

Supplemental Material: Marvel Team-Up (Vol. 1) Annual #7; Uncanny Origins #10; Spider-Man/Human Torch #4; Marvel Divas #3; Amazing Spider-Man #700.3, Amazing Spider-Man (2018) #51.LR; Black Cat (2019) #11; Black Cat (2020) #6; Giant-Size Spider-Man: King's Ransom #1; Women of Marvel (2022) #1; Marvel Meow: Infinity Comic (2022) #2, 12

Earth-90214 (Marvel Noir)

Spider-Man but make it 1930′s Depression-era, heavy on the prohibition heavier on the Peterfel.

Spider-Man: Noir (2009) #1-4

Spider-Man Noir: Eyes Without a Face #1-4

Supplemental Material: Spider-Woman (Vol. 5) #1

Earth-TRN566

A loose comic adaptation of the first thirteen episodes of Spider-Man: The Animated Series before building its own separate continuity.

Spider-Man Adventures (Vol. 1) #2-4, 6-8, 15

MOVIES

The Amazing Spider-Man 2

Deleted Scene

ANIMATED SERIES

Spider-Man (1981)

Season 1 // Episode: 4

Spider-Man: The Animated Series (1994)

Season 1 // Episodes: 2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 10

Season 2 // Episodes: 1, 2, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 13

Season 3 // Episodes: 4, 5, 6, 12, 13

Season 4 // Episodes: 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Season 5 // Episodes: 1, 7, 8, 10, 11, 12

Spectacular Spider-Man (2008)

Season 1 // Episode: 10

Season 2 // Episode: 12

Spider-Man (2017)

Season 1 // Episode: 4

Season 2 // Episode: 1

VIDEO GAMES

No need to purchase the games to see the content, all cutscenes are available on YouTube!

Spider-Man 2 (2004)

Felicia Hardy Walkthrough

Spider-Man: Web of Shadows (2008)

Black Cat Gameplay

Black Cat Fight Extended

Evil Choice/Evil Ending → choose evil and Peterfel become symbiote overlords of NYC

Spider-Man: Edge of Time (2011)

Black Cat Seduces Spider-Man → Felicia is an ageless clone used as a weapon for Alchemax

The Amazing Spider-Man (2012)

Black Cat Cut Scenes

The Amazing Spider-Man 2 (2014)

Black Cat Boss Fight

Felicia Hardy Walkthrough

Marvel’s Spider-Man (Spider-Man PS4) (2018)

Black Cat Missions

The Heist DLC → possible Peterfel baby

Silver Linings DLC

Comic Tie-In // Marvel’s Spider-Man: The Black Cat Strikes

#felicia hardy #peter parker #peterfel #spidercat #mod post #rec list #last updated feb. 2023

[babyjakes]

softie | 2. little house tour.

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summary | ransom drysdale is the last person anyone would suspect to be a doting father. but when a paternity test reveals his relation to four year old georgia pine, the man finds himself turning into quite the softie for the peculiar little girl who’s been in such desperate need of his love and care.

characters | soft!dad!ransom drysdale, georgia pine (original character)

warnings | mature themes related to child abuse/neglect, ptsd/trauma symptoms in a child (developmental discrepancies, de-humanized behavior, detachment, extreme fears). loss(mother) and gain(father) of custody. unknown/secret child trope. soft!ransom, soft!dad!ransom. lots of hurt/comfort.

“Alrighty you two,” Julie says as she stands before the man and the child in the sliding glass doorway to the home. “Anything else we need to settle before I take off? I believe we covered everything important…” the woman trails off in thought.

“We’re good, thanks,” Ransom states simply, wanting more than anything to just get the annoying young lady out of their hair. Georgia stands silently with the two adults, her big brown eyes fixated on the reddish bricks covering the ground.

“You have the sheet I sent you covering all the basics, right? Meals, bedtime, things she likes to-”

“Printed out and waiting for us on the kitchen counter,” Ransom assures her before she can even finish her sentence. Huffing in what appears to be slight frustration at Ransom’s shortness, Julie nods, sucking in a deep breath before crouching down before the small child beside him.

“Georgia, sweetheart?” the blonde woman calls, causing the little brunette to glance up at her gingerly. With a soft smile, Julie continues, “Everything’s settled now, lovie, so I’m gonna get going back to the center. You’ve got all of your things, and Ransom here’s got a whole packet of info to help him out for these first few days; you two should be just fine.”

Shifting on his feet impatiently, Ransom watches as the tiny thing nods, trying to ignore the tears that have once again built up in her eyes. Kids, he thinks to himself with a slight shake of the head. Little shits cry about everything.

“You’re gonna be alright, sweetie,” Julie soothes with a hint of sadness appearing in her kind eyes, appearing to sense the little one’s apprehension, “and if you need anything, you just ask Ransom for the phone and call the number on my card. You still have it tucked in your book?” Georgia nods again, causing the social worker’s smile to widen. “Good. Well then,” she clears her throat, rising back up to her feet. “I hope you two have a wonderful time together!”

“Thanks,” Ransom nods flatly, earning a small wave from the lady before she turns and heads back down the walkway. Glancing down at the child below him, he takes in a long breath. Georgia’s eyes have fallen back to the ground, her little feet kicking slightly at the gap in the bricks with her scuffed ballet flats. What a mess, Ransom judges silently as he takes a moment to soak in the child’s appearance. Her olive green coat is at least a few sizes too big for her, the fabric torn in several places over her tiny frame. Her boney legs are covered by a pair of gray leggings, also looking to be littered with holes. Her white shoes are muddied and all but coming apart, the seams fraying at every edge. Gonna need some new clothes. Maybe a haircut, too, he notes, eyeing the little girl’s mess of brown waves.

“Well,” Ransom speaks awkwardly, trying not to roll his eyes when Georgia jumps at the sudden booming of his voice. “Should be fine to leave the car seat out here. Better get inside before we freeze,” he continues, pivoting around and sliding the door open behind them. Turning to follow the intimidating man’s gaze, Georgia peers through the tall glass pane, her eyes widening slightly at the interior of the house. “I know, probably nothing like you’re used to,” Ransom scoffs, imagining what the children’s home must’ve been like that the little girl spent the past month or so in. “Come on,” he insists as he leans down momentarily to grab the handle of the navy blue duffle bag at the child’s feet, “can’t stand out here all day.”

Gulping, Georgia looks up at him, causing the man to sigh. “Fine. Follow me then,” he grumbles, leading the way into the house. Seeming satisfied with not having to go first, the small girl follows, her head turning this way and that as she takes in the incredible home. “Guess I can give you a little house tour,” Ransom shrugs as he slides off his shoes carelessly, tossing the duffle bag over onto the cream-colored couch. Crouching down silently, Georgia unbuckles her own shoes, removing them sheepishly and placing them on the doormat before standing up again. Her eyes continue to wander as Ransom watches her, not sure if he should say more or just let her keep looking.

“Um, this is the living room,” he states, not sure what else to mention about the space. “Over there’s the dining room, though it never gets used,” he admits as he points to the extension of the house to his right. The little girl’s eyes follow his gesture, remaining quiet. “If you step in further, I can show you more,” the man tells her, smirking slightly as she immediately follows his instruction, her cheeks flushing a nervous pink. “Through there’s the kitchen,” he motions to his left as he begins making his way further into the secondary living space, “and over here are the stairs.”

Georgia’s socked feet pad softly against the floor as she follows him, her eyes trailing from the partially concealed kitchen over to the set of chairs in front of the fireplace. As soon as she catches sight of the tall brick fixture, her eyes swell, a terrible tremble rising up through her small body as she lets out a squeak.

Alarmed by the sound, Ransom’s eyes fall back on the child, his brow slanting in confusion and slight annoyance as he asks, “What is it?” Georgia’s bottom lip quivers as her gaze remains glued to the mantle, the tears welling in her eyes confusing the grumpy man even further. “Come on kid, spit it out,” Ransom snaps, the tone of his voice making her jump.

She peers up at him for a moment, the terrified expression on her face as she stares at him stirring unfamiliar emotions in his stomach before her eyes dart back over to the front door. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Ransom warns, his words coming out darker than even he intended. “Look, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong,” he presses. The little girl’s eyes fall to the floor in front of her as tears roll down her cheeks. “Georgia,” the man sighs impatiently.

Choking on her syllables as she begins to speak for the first time since meeting Ransom, the child begins to stammer in a pitiful voice, “P-p-poker… h-hot… burn m-me?”

“What? Burn you? No,” he replies incredulously, “Why the hell would I do that?” As he continues to watch the small girl panic quietly, an uncomfortable sense of guilt begins buzzing in Ransom’s throat. Probably should’ve read the report, he thinks to himself, could’ve covered it up with a sheet or something if I’d known it was gonna be an issue-

Wait. Would he have, though? Ransom Drysdale knows himself better than anyone; he knows he isn’t someone to go out of his way to make others comfortable. So why am I thinking that way, he asks himself. Sighing, he shakes his head. Whatever, he concludes, she’ll get over it.

“Georgia. I’m not gonna burn you with the fire iron,” Ransom deadpans, “so quit crying. I never light the thing, anyway. It’s just for decoration.” At his command, the little girl attempts to dry her eyes, sniffling weakly. Letting out an exasperated sigh, Ransom continues, “Come on, enough with it. You just got here; you can’t seriously be having a meltdown already.” Nodding shamefully, Georgia rubs the rest of her tears away, her eyes now puffy and red.

The brown-haired man runs a hand through his hair, shaking his head again in irritation. “Here, I’ll show you the upstairs,” Ransom decides, dismissing the fireplace situation entirely and making his way over to the beginning of the steps. Glancing back, he notices the child hasn’t moved an inch from her spot on the carpet. “You coming or what?” he asks.

Wincing at the sharpness of his voice, Georgia quickly falls in line behind him. “Jesus,” Ransom curses under his breath as he starts up the stairs, unable to believe how terribly things have managed to go in just the short period of time since the girl arrived. “Alright,” he says as they reach the landing. “Not much to see up here. This room’s mine,” he states as he motions to the first door on the left. “Washroom,” he points to the door in the middle, “and the guest room,” he concludes with the last. “Any questions?”

Keeping her gaze down, Georgia shakes her head, the sight of her standing still somewhat nervously before him causing yet another unfamiliar emotion to surface within Ransom: pity. “I-I’ll show you the guest room later,” he says quickly, doing his best to shake off the unwanted feeling. “Let’s go back downstairs for now. It’s almost dinnertime.”

Looking up slightly at the man’s words, Georgia’s eyes droop as she blinks through her heavy lashes. Ransom nods his head toward the stairs, expecting the child to do as he’s instructed. Instead, though, she hesitates, causing him to sigh. “What, need me to go first?” he all but groans. Biting her lower lip to keep it from trembling, Georgia nods. Letting out a breathy exhale, the vexed man rolls his eyes. “Fine,” he mutters as he steps back to the stairs, having to bite his tongue to keep quiet when the little girl flinches at his momentary closeness.

“What the hell have I gotten myself into?” he mumbles as they make their way back down into the living room, beginning to scold himself when he realizes that the kid might’ve heard. But then he halts, reminding himself, no, I don’t care. So what if she heard? It would be best if she did; maybe then she’d pull herself together.

And as they both reach the bottom of the staircase, Ransom does his best to convince himself he believes it.

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[imaginedreamwrite]

That awkward moment when idk if you’ve gotten my requests and didn’t like them or if you haven’t gotten them at all 😂 I’ve sent a few and haven’t seen them used. I know tumblr eats them sometimes

I sent the one with picture #2 with BT

I love your page and your writing and if you got it and just wasn’t feeling it that’s okay!

Hi! Despite the updates that tumblr’s put out I’m still having issues with my ask box. I promise I’m not ignoring anyone who sends me an ask, it either hasn’t come through at all or when I try to answer it Tumblr glitches and it doesn’t post/deletes when I go back to it

I’ve contacted support on a number of issues including ones with my ask box and they’ve never gotten back to me. It’s 💯 a Tumblr issue and not at all whether I like the ask/request because I love them!

The soft bear suit was a perfect fit despite your worry it would be too big or too small, and had transformed your sweet little pup into a fuzzy little bear with two round soft ears, matching mitts and boots. You’d bought the suit online after you were scouring the internet for something that would fit the in between seasons of winter and spring. Once you’d found the set online it was an instant buy, and an even more perfect surprise for your boys.

“Bear?” Jake called from the bottom of the stairs, his voice carrying with traces of concern. “Are you okay? Are you ready to go?”

“I’ll be down in a minute! Almost done!” You scooped your baby up from the bed and rest her on your hip, fixing the blue fuzzy hood and then sighing with contentment. “Your daddies are going to love it.”

“Bear! Are you sure you’re okay?” Jake’s insistence was adorable, rooted in the same kind of protective instincts that Ari, Steve & Ransom heralded.

“I’m coming down, relax!” You rolled your eyes and lightly bounced your pup on your hip, stepping out of the room and starting down the stairs.

“We’re ready!” All eyes were on you and your pup in her blue fuzzy bear suit, momentary silence afflicting your boys until you’d reached the last step.

“Baby bear!” Jake chirped first, smiling ear to ear with bright eyes and heady scent. “And Baby-er Bear!”

“Don’t I look good?” You waved your pup’s little mitt and had immediately been showered with praise from the alphas in your life.

Your babe was taken by Ransom first, adored upon by the grumpy alpha turned soft by your first child. He was incessant in kissing her chubby cheeks and scenting her as an alpha daddy should. He praised her with soft affirmations and threats for anyone who crossed her.

“I found it online,” you stole her back from Ransom, giving her even time with Steve and Ari, “I thought it would be so cute! And its perfect for spring.”

“Mama bear and baby bear.” Jake’s grin was ever present, permanently affixed to his face. “That’s the cutest damn thing I’ve ever seen!”

“Wait until you see the Easter bunny suit Steve got her.” You nudged Jake’s hip, forewarning him to the second cutest sight ever.

“An Easter bunny suit?” Jake glanced at Steve, the super soldier alpha swooning over your baby. “He did not.”

“He did too, and…I convinced Ari to get a matching one.”

“Bear!” Jake chirped, slipping an arm around your waist before kissing into your hair. “You are amazing.”

“So are you.” After complimenting him back, you rest your head on his shoulder and sighed. “You chose good, Jake. We have a good life.”

“We have the best life.”

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

[wiypt-writes]

25 Days Of CHRIS-mas Interactive Christmas Calendar

So, I thought this year I would get into the spirit and run an interactive Calendar of sorts.

There are no deadline, no rules… just a list of 24 Characters, plus the man himself.

So, what do you do?

Simple! Just pen a drabble or one shot for the character which corresponds with the date, use the hashtag #wiypt25daysofchrismas and tag me and voila!

You’re free to do as you see fit with the characters! OCs, reader inserts… dark, smut, fluff. But no underage or bodily fluid play please… I won’t reblog anything like that!

Please use the read more tag if you post anything over 100 words or so… and obviously ensure your fics contain the relevant warnings.

Kicking off on 1st December! Characters and their dates below the cut!

Wiypt Masterlist

Participant Masterlist

1 Jake Wyler (Not Another Teen Movie)

2 Kyle (Perfect Score)

3 Ryan (Cellular)

4 Bryce Langley (Fierce People)

5 Johnny Storm (Fantastic Four)

6 Syd (London)

7 Mace (Sunshine)

8 Harvard Hottie (The Nanny Diaries)

9 Paul Diskant (Street Kings)

10 Jimmy Dobyne (Loss Of A Tear Drop Diamond)

11 Nick Gant (Push)

12 Jake Jensen (The Losers)

13 Lucas Lee (Scott Pilgrim)

14 Mike Weiss (Puncture/Injustice)

15 Steve Rogers (Captain America)

16 Colin Shea (What’s Your Number)

17 Mr. Freezy (The Iceman)

18 Curtis Everett (Snowpiercer)

19 Nick Vaughn (Before We Go)

20 Me (Playing It Cool)

21 Frank Adler (Gifted)

22 Ari Levinson (The Red Sea Diving Resort)

23 Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)

24 Andy Barber (Defending Jacob)

25 Chris Evans (as himself!)

#wiypt25daysofchrismas #Chris Evans #Chris Evans characters

[griffintail]

I dunno if this is dumb, but hear me out:

Y’know the song “For the Dancing and the Dreaming” from How to Train Your Dragon 2? Well, imagine that song but with Philza or Techno and a reader s/o! Like, they’ve been apart for way too long because of various circumstances, but when they finally see each other it’s just love at first sight all over again.

I was singing that song a lot at work today, and thought this idea might be a cute and wholesome break from the wonderfully tearjerking angst that was that last Parental Dream post. I think that anon woke up and chose violence that morning, not that I’m complainin.

I can’t remember which anon request it was that chose violence but I remember heavily agreeing with you. This request was so fing perfect to do with Techno. I hope you enjoy it.

Dancing and Dreaming

In Game

Pairings: Techno x F! Reader

Warnings: None :)

A/N: There is a poem in this that’s not mine. It’s by Anna Shaw and I found it randomly on the web. So I take no credit for it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I'll swim and sail on savage seas

With never a fear of drowning

And gladly ride the waves of life

If you would marry me

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

        (Y/N) remembered standing on the edge of the Arctic Empire’s border, watching Techno’s ship sail off a year back. Word came that his brothers needed his aid in their own nation. She remembered begging to let him come with him, she was the best swordswoman in the land.

        Who do you think taught her?

        Yet, Techno didn’t want someone to hurt her and made a promise to her.

        “I’ll take these nerds, alright? I’ll come back to you though, no matter what, and…I’ll marry you.”

        The voices went wild in his head for the first time in forever. Running the kingdom kept them sated but with him soon to be leaving, he supposed it riled them up. They were screaming praises and hatred at the same time but he didn’t care. This was what he wanted.

        “I…” (Y/N) was speechless for a few moments and Techno gave a cheeky grin, that helped her break out of it as she laughed. “Ok. But you have to come back.”

        “No scorching sun, nor freezing cold, will stop me on my journey if you promise me your heart and love me for eternity.” He kissed her forehead.

        From there, he boarded the ship and she didn’t see him for a year. She got no word from him or from his brothers, which gave her hope as well that he was ok. Of course, he would be, he was Technoblade.

        She was running the daily duties as Techno’s stand-in when one of the servants of the castle, bowing to her deeply.

        “Ma’am, we’ve spotted a regal ship coming into harbor.”

        “Get the guards ready then, we can’t take chances on this land, I have no patience for royalty, let’s go.”

        There had been a few battles in Techno’s absence, one’s (Y/N) commanded on his behalf that had earned her a few battle scars but nothing that caused her to lose a precious life. She had learned from the best of men. Putting her sword in its sheath and a bow and axe on her back, she set herself off to the harbor.

        As she got to the harbor, she saw a flag she had never seen flickering on the top of the mainmast. It was a half-circle of black on one edge with a line of yellow lining it as three stripes, one blue, white, and red, came off the yellow lining and three Xs in the middle. Two of the X’s were in the white strip as the third was in the half-circle of black.

        She stood on guard still as the ship slowed as it made it to their docks. Many knew nations tried to challenge the half power of their empire.

        Going onto the docks, she stood tall a safe distance from the ship.

        “Hail, who are you!” She called to the ship.

        A face leaned over the front and she stiffened at the grinning young face she remembered.

        “(Y/N)!” Tommy grinned. “Long time no see.”

        “What the fuck are you doing on that ship?!” She scolded, going over.

        “It’s mine!” (Y/N) scoffed at his words.

        “I think you’ll find, it’s mine.” Wilbur came behind the young boy, giving a smile to the woman. “It’s a pleasure (Y/N). Mind telling your men down?”

        “I mean, only if you tell me where Techno is.”

        Then she screamed as she was lifted off the ground.

        “You’ve gotten sloppy perceiving around you.” Techno chuckled as the boys on the ship laughed.

        She couldn’t be angry. She merely grinned as he put her down and hugged him tightly.

        “You’re ok.” She whispered.

        “I promised you I would be. I just had to take down a government.” He shrugged as he hugged her back.

        “My dearest one, your mighty words astound me but I've no need for mighty deeds when I feel your arms around me.”

        He hid his face in the top of her hair as he grinned to himself. He had truly missed her.

        That night, a grand ball was held in honor of Techno’s return, his victory with his brothers, and for the new alliance with the nation of L’Manberg as (Y/N) found out. (Y/N) laughed as Wilbur stole the first dance with her from Techno, having missed his brothers’ antics since the last time they had met.

        The two men kept teasing Techno by stealing the woman away until Techno practically picked her up and stole her away to the dance floor.

  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

But I would bring you rings of gold

I'd even sing you poetry

And I would keep you from all harm

If you would stay beside me

  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

        “Was someone jealous?” (Y/N) teased as she curtsied to him and he bowed.

        Together they danced in sync with ease. If there was no music, it would still be a beautiful dance to behold. They had done this number before, their own formal dance they always easily moved into.

        “I would like to see my wife to be after a year.” Techno gave a joking eye roll.

        “I’ll always be here for you, Techno. Even if we weren’t going to be married.” She blushed lightly, remembering his promise.

        At the end of their dance, Techno took her hand as usual but instead moved into a position to kneel.

        “This smooth son of a…” (Y/N) thought to herself with a grin.

        Techno went into his pocket, holding out a golden ring up to her. “Allow me to make it official to you after keeping you waiting for a year.” He cleared his throat before speaking clearly.

        “If I have to hold hell ransom,

        In turn for your wayward soul,

        I will.

        And if I must, fight through the depths of Tartarus

        To save what’s left of you

        To save the pieces life didn’t get to destroy,

        Then consider yourself saved

        For there is not a battle I won’t win,

        If saving you is what I am fighting for.

        So, would you do me the honor of marrying me?”

  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I have no use for rings of gold

I care not for your poetry

I only want your hand to hold

  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

        “I mean you win every battle anyways.” She whispered so only he would hear and he gave her a deadpanned face before she spoke a bit louder. “I care not of those things, as long as I have you Techno and your hand. I will gladly marry you for just that.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

To love and kiss to sweetly hold

For the dancing and the dreaming

Through all life's sorrows

And delights

I'll keep your laugh inside me

I'll swim and sail a savage seas

With never a fear of drowning

I'd gladly ride the waves so white

And you will marry me!

  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

        People clapped as she giggled hearing the hollers of his brothers as he rolled his eyes before smiling as he put the ring on her finger. He gave a sweet kiss to her forehead, neither much for sharing a lover’s kiss in public. The night’s events took on new energy around them but the two simply enjoyed the presence of the other as they glided across the floor.

        Techno regaled her with what happened in L’Manberg, throwing in a few jokes to hear her sweet laugh he had missed through the battles he and his brothers had fought. They had all been such brutal battles, even the ones they had to fight with their words. Yet, each one he fought harder than the rest because he knew, across the savage seas, he’d go home to the most perfect woman and get to marry her.

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt fanfiction #technoblade x reader

[joannaliceevans-fanficblog]

Two Years, Too Late: Part. 3

A/N: Oh man, sorry to the late update! I didn’t know how to start this chapter and when I got around it, work as been kicking my ass, and being tired all the time. Also not having the inspo to write it down.

Edit: So this is a reupload, because I posted a undedited verson of the chapter. Sorry guys!

Also, I’m so happy everyone is loving this!

Characters: soft Ransom x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader (past)

Before I shut up, I need to thank @princessofdarkwinter ! She made me this beautiful mood board and did a beta! Love you and thank you!

Masterlist of Drabbles and Series

Catch up: Two Years, Too Late  Two Years, Too Late: Part. 2

Chapter warnings: there is a bit of smut here. 18 + only

Another extended mission, and Nat is already begging him to get a drink with her. All he wanted was to go back to the compound, take a shower, watch some TV, and sleep. But somehow, Steve had agreed, and now here he is, at a table with everyone. Steve had heard that night another girl from the missions department was coming. He didn’t think any of it, as he drank his beer and chatted with Bucky.

“Y/N!” Steve heard; Nat yelled. Steve and Bucky turned to the front, and Nat stood up. Steve watched as Nat greeted the woman.

“Why haven’t I seen her before, Buck?” Steve asked, not looking at his friend as his attention was towards you. Bucky turned towards his friend, who was fixated on the girl next to Nat.

“Steve? Y/N is our mission coordinator!” Bucky nearly yelled over the rowdiness as more people began to appear in the bar. Steve gave a confused look and turned to Bucky.

“I probably didn’t pay attention.” Steve shrugged his shoulders.

 As the night went on, there was something that piqued Steve's interest in you. You had this bright personality, intelligent, and had a contagious laugh. Bucky noticed and tried to get Steve your number, but of course, he was in denial. When the night came to a close, the group went out. Steve had noticed that you had a bit to drink and didn’t want you to be driving home. So, he went towards you, seeing that you were struggling to get your keys out.

“Here, let me help,” Steve said. You looked at him for a moment.

“Oh Steve, I’m-I’m fine-" You slurred your words. Steve let out a giggle and took the keys from you.

“Now, Y/N. You had a bit to drink; I would feel better if I took you home.”

**

Steve shot up from his bed, and sweat dribbled down his face. Steve sat there for a moment, as the dream he had was still fresh in his memory. That was the day that Steve first met you. It took a while and a lot of convincing, but he made it happen with the help of his two best friends to ask you out.  

Turning on the lights, Steve kicked off the blanket. Ever since he got back into town, his thoughts and his memories of you began to haunt him. As Steve got out, his wedding ring on the nightstand caught his attention. He picked it up and stared at it, remembering two years ago, every time he looked at it how heavy it was wearing, he never took it off. He doesn’t know why he never took it off for the past two years.

Sighing, he got up and headed to his office. Turning on his laptop, Steve watched it boot up. He began typing into the secure SHIELD database, not sure what he would find. Steve typed in your name, but as he did, Steve frowned at the screen. Steve never intended to hurt anyone with his decision, but thinking back, it was you that he caused the most damage to.

Restricted Access

Sighing, Steve cleared his throat and typed in your name once more. The same bold letters appeared in front of him as he clicked your name.

“That’s strange?” Steve asked himself, wondering why your file was under restricted lockdown. He should have the highest security clearance with the advantage of being an avenger and all.

Steve stared at the screen for a moment, and he got up from his desk. That is a question he needs to ask Tony when he has a chance of why your file got restricted. Knowing Nat and Bucky are giving him the cold shoulder, now they won’t give him an answer. Going to his closet, he changed and quickly headed to the garage. Getting into his car, Steve started to drive. He drove out of the city to a town that he hasn’t been to in two years.

**

Your legs straddled over Ransom’s waist as he laid on the king-size bed. Your body bounced against him as his massive hands gripped tightly on your waist. Feeling his hands travel down to your ass, and gives a sharp smack and a firm squeeze. You moaned and begged for him, for another. Giving you a lustful smile, he obliged and gave you another.

“Fuck Ransom!” You yelled as you paused and rolled your hips, feeling his tip against your cervix and hitting you in the right spots.

 You both were moaning, echoing throughout the penthouse. Ransom’s hands then traveled up towards your breasts, squeezing them. Pinching your now sensitive nipples, you yelled out in painful pleasure.

“Just like that, Ran- “You moaned, rolling your hips harder, making Ransom yell out a primal growl.

“Fuck baby, so hot-" Ransom said as he sat up, wrapping his arms around you. Then flipping you down onto your back and taking your legs, spreading them wide open. Your well fucked pussy, glowed with your sweet nectar. Lust grew into Ransom and slipped his still rock-hard cock into you. Thrusting into you, making you scream out into pleasure. Your eyes rolled back, feeling the pure joy of this man fucking you into oblivion.

“Fuck Hugh!” You yelled, with your hands gripping the red silk bed sheets. Pulling you close to him, Ransom bent down over you, making your legs go back. His cock went deeper into you, making your eyes go wide and stuffing you full. 

Before he continued, Ransom paused for a moment and took a look at you. His eyes scanned around you, taking in all the beauty you had. His blue eyes went from lust to filling with love for you. Many girls he’s been with, none of them had captured his heart and his soul but you. Ransom finally landed on your left hand. Taking your hand, he kissed every finger and then finally onto the one that held his heart.

You knew what Ransom was thinking about, and tears came down your eyes. Ransom then bent down and kissed your tears away.

“Hugh, I love you.” You told him. You have told him many times that you do. But this time, it’s different. Ransom looked at you once more and slowly started to thrust into you. You were feeling his length, feeling every inch of him inside of you.

“I love you so much, baby girl.”

“You always had my heart-"

“I’ll love you for as long as you have me-"

More tears came down the sides of your eyes. Your hands laced with his as Ransom's pace became faster. That familiar feeling came over you, and the heat rushed over you like a tidal wave. Your walls tightened against his cock.

“Ran- I’m close-" You moaned. Your eyes rolled back, and your back arched.

“That’s it, sweetheart, come with me,” Ransom muttered, slamming his hips against your hot skin. You yelled out your orgasm and wrapped your arms around him. Holding him close, Ransom gave one final thrust and spilled his spent deep into your womb. The warm sensation gave you a second round of pleasure.

Ransom dropped his forehead against yours, feeling his salty, sticky sweat against you. Your hands ran through his wet, damped hair, and you placed a kiss on his forehead.

The following morning, you woke up to the sound of Ransom on the phone. Rubbing your eyes, you placed your glasses on to see your new fiancée, half-naked, wearing a pair of tight sweats and screaming on the phone. You knew that this was a serious conversation, but you couldn’t help but stare at his perfect god-feature body. Just staring at him and remembering last night how he wrecked you made you wet. You kept watching his movement as he yelled at the phone as you lost yourself in your thoughts. You watched as he turned around to see you, and his face softened. He paused for a moment and sighed.

“Andrew, get it fixed, and I’ll see when we can get a flight,” Ransom yelled and hung up.

“What happened?” You asked as Ransom sighed and crawled onto the bed, and laid next to you.

“There are big issues with the publishing house in London-"

“And you want me to call for flights, get your clothes ready. And I assume that you need me there as well?” You asked with a smile. Ransom stared at you in disbelief and reached over to you.

“How the hell did I get so lucky,” Ransom said, reaching over to you and kissing you. You smiled against his lips and placed your hands onto his cheeks.

“Because I know you too well, babe. Now let me make those calls, and you, sir, can get me some food. You worked up a big appetite from all the sex last night-“You sang and reached over to get your phone. Once you did, you noticed that Ransom was still looking at you as he licks his lips.

“Ransom Drysdale!” You playfully yelled, making him laugh, and got up from bed.

**

Late in the morning, you and Ransom were scrambling around the penthouse. You had your phone resting on your shoulders while speaking to private airlines and trying to get a flight out from New York City to London. The private airlines kept giving you flights that were cutting it close. You kept begging and begging. But the company couldn’t provide the time that you wanted.

“Mr. Drysdale has flown with you for many years and has always delivered. If you don’t give me the time slot that I need, then I will see that your company will NEVER see the skies again!” You yelled and hung up. Letting out a long, annoyed sigh, you see Ransom looking at you with a smile.

“What?” You said, placing your hands onto your hips.

“You look so hot when you get worked up like that-“ Ransom said, walking towards you. You raised your eyebrow and held your hand towards his chest.

“Not so fast, Drysdale.” You said as your phone vibrated and picked it up. Listening to the lady with a nervous tone, you smiled and thanked her.

“I’m going to pack your clothes. We leave at 1:45 pm, from LaGuardia Airport. So hurry,” You said, walking towards the bedroom.

Ransom looked at his watch and smiled, rushing towards the bedroom. >:)

  **

The sunrise peeked through the morning in Boston as Steve continued to drive. He was looking around the historic city as memories were flowing through his mind. When Steve married you, you wanted to move out of New York, live in a quieter town, and be close to your best friend. Steve grew up in Brooklyn, so he wanted to live there, raise his family there. But he loved you, and that’s what he did.

Looking around as he drove, Steve landed on a familiar spot. A small café, with flowers covering the front of the store. Steve smiled as he pulled over and parked. Getting out of his car, Steve walked over to the café and pushed the door open. Immediately, the familiar scent of freshly brewed coffee and the sweet smell of fresh-baked scones. This spot was you and Steve’s, and every weekend you and he would come for breakfast.

Finding a seat, Steve took the menu from the table and read through it. Steve noticed that the menu hadn't changed, bringing a smile and joy to his heart. Finding what he wanted, he looked up to see the waitress walking towards him.

“Are you ready to order, sir?” The waitress asked. Steve sighed and turned to the kind lady.

“Um, I’ll have the French Toast with Strawberries.” Steve said, “And with a coffee, please.”

The lady nodded and turned. Before she left, Steve saw the scones and called out for the waitress. The lady turned and faced him.

“Was there something else?”

“Um, my wife and I used to come here a lot, and her favorites are your scones. Are the scones still available?” Steve asked, and the lady smiled.

“Yes, they are. We have Blueberries, Strawberry, Chocolate Chip, and Plain.”

Steve knew that strawberries are your favorite, and he asked for a popping hot fresh scone. The waitress left, and Steve started to look around. A lot of memories held here, and the more he thought, his tears came down. Steve knew he did the most selfish thing by leaving you without an explanation. He knows one day he has to see you again to give you an explanation as to why he left. 

**

After his breakfast, Steve started to drive down a familiar road. The houses still looked the same, the people, and the elementary school that was nearby. He continued until he hit the one place that held many more memories. Parking across the street, he shut off the engine and sat. He looked over the familiar building. White picket fence, white wooden walls, black-framed windows, and garden that you took care of.

Steve sat in the car battles with his emotions, debating if he should go out and ring that doorbell. He sat, spoke to himself, fought with his inner thoughts. Steve didn’t care if he yelled and people would look his way into his car. Finally, he decided and got out.

Taking deep breaths as he walked across the street and headed up the driveway. Steve glanced around the front yard and noticed there were children's toys sprawled across the lawn. There was a swing attached to the tree as it swayed as the breeze hit it. His heart started to race as he began thinking of the what if. 

You and Steve did have the conversation about having kids a few times. Did he abandon you while you were with his child? The thought of you being left alone while pregnant with nobody around began to scare him. 

Shaking the thoughts, Steve let out a breath and paused at the front door. His hand started shaking as he placed his finger against the doorbell. There was some muffled voice and the click of the knob turning.

The door opened, and Steve looked down to see a little boy staring back at him.

**

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I am obsessed with your "Jet tries to rescue Zuko from Iroh" au after reading the posts. Is it possible you have more thoughts/scenes regarding this AU?

Aww, thank you so much! I don’t have anything else written, but I could... ramble a bit, if you’d like?

There are two major things to consider with this AU.

Underlying themes

Angst potential

To start with number one: I originally envisioned it as a 2 part series. In the first part (the one I have actually written), Jet comes to the conclusion that not all fire benders are evil/ the enemy.

He comes to this conclusion through a mix of misunderstanding and deliberate deceit.

At the beginning, he believes Li (Zuko) to be an Earth Kingdom citizen getting coerced by a fire bender. Then he learns that Li is a fire bender himself. However, he still regards Li as a victim and is under the impression that he is the son of an Earth Kingdom woman and a Fire Nation colonialist who forced himself onto her.

Li was burdened with fire bending on top of everything else the Fire Nation put him through, in Jet’s mind.

Conclusion: You can be a fire bender without being aligned with the Fire Nation government, or even being a Fire Nation citizen.

Which is true, y’know, but in part 2, Zuko would have made a bit of an opposite discovery. Or maybe a complementary discovery?

Namely, that, if he looks away and does nothing, he is complicit in the Fire Nation’s actions... and his beloved uncle is, too.

We can already see seeds of this in part one.

In canon, Zuko is not reformed at this point. But I decided to make some changed to better suit me. For one, he realized that non-Fire-Nation people are full people too and that Uncle has harmed and killed actual real people in his time in the army.

 [This got long, so I’m putting a read more.]

I think that people often say “Silence is violence” too un-critically. Not everyone has a voice and not everyone’s silence is equal. I do not know if Zuko, banished as he was, would have had the power to change anything. But Iroh, crown prince Iroh, important military leader Iroh, could have surely done something. Anything.

It would have come to the point where Zuko confronted Iroh, and asked him, “These horrible things are going on. People are suffering. Why didn’t you do anything? Why aren’t you doing anything?”

I don’t know what Iroh would answer.

There are many paths to choose from.

Has Iroh been working behind the scenes?

Did he realize that war is bad, but never fully internalize that the “opposite side” are real people who are suffering every day under the Fire Nation?

Morally gray (black?) Iroh who doesn’t value life as such and doesn’t see protecting it as a priority.

Did he have a spirit vision that made him believe waiting it out would be best? (Which like, bad choice. Yikes.)

Some people head-canon that Lu Ten’s death wasn’t natural and was instead orchestrated by Ozai. Maybe Iroh was no longer safe in the Fire Nation and thought leaving with Zuko to be his best choise?

Like I said, many paths to choose from.

To summarize:

Part 1: The state of biologically being a fire bender doesn’t make you a bad person or complicit with the Fire Nation government.

Part 2: Being complicit with the Fire Nation government makes you a bad person.

Now, to get to the second point: Angst potential.

I think there is great angst potential, but I don’t quite know how to milk it. I have never written angst before and I have, in fact, not written anything since I was 12 years old.

I think I managed to make it emotional, though? At the very least, I got super emotional writing part one.

Even though he is mistaken, Jet genuinely believes Li to be abused by a fire bender.

Jet has been collecting and protecting orphans ever since he became one himself, and to be confronted with his worst nightmare in Ba Sing Se, where he went to start a new and safe live?

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I think, if I were to continue this, I would probably not write the part 2 described above and instead focus some more on Jet. Maybe more Jet + Zuko interactions or Jet + Smellerbee + Longshot.

Possible things I could write about:

After part 1, Jet learns the truth about Li’s identity (not good for his mental health)

Jet talks to Smellerbee and Longshot about his suspicions

Jet wonders why Mushi would coerce Li. Very strong angst potential and dark themes here.

Because Li doesn’t seem to be “useful,” he doesn’t seem to have any special talents that would warrant a kidnapping. He isn’t a particularly good waiter, and it doesn’t seem like Muchi is profiting off of him. Ransom seems unlikely.

So why would Muchi go through the trouble of taking Li with him?

And then, one day, while spying on them, he sees Iroh be affectionate – maybe a hug or a hand on a shoulder – and Jet comes to a horrible conclusion.

Bonus points if Zuko violently rejects Iroh, shoves him away, yells some. One of his usual canon-like temper tantrums.

It’s sure to give Jet the worst possible impression.

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Okay, that was a lot a lot of rambling. I hope it’s what you were looking for? It got pretty dark towards the end, I guess.

Oh, and to anyone reading this: Feel free to write for this AU! Even if it is completely different from what I outlined here. I love to see what other people do with my ideas, so please tag me/ send me a link.

@electronswrites 

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