#[ we can always talk so don't feel nervous or worried to poke at me ! ]

[l0serloki]

First Kisses!

(Chamber, Phoenix, Reyna, Iso)

You get your first kiss with some of the Val agents!

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Chamber :

Chamber was shocked. You two had been flirting for quite a while but when he had never expected you to tell him you had never had a kiss. 

“You want me to believe someone as gorgeous as you has never been kissed?” He laughs it off at first, taking in your blushed splendor.

“Never.” You confirm with a little laugh. His hand makes its way across your cheek.

“May I fix that for you darling?” His voice is suave and his eyes shine through his glasses. Always so calculating. 

You could feel your heart beat out of your chest. It took everything in you to even mumble out a quick ‘yes’.

“I’m honored I am your first.” Chamber whispers in your ear before he leans in, his lips meeting yours. It was everything you had ever expected it to be. His lips were soft and moved gently as you learned the pace. By the time he had pulled away you were left breathless.

"You are a fast learner." He smiles as his thumb rubs at your cheek.

"And you are a good teacher."

Phoenix :

Phoenix and you were talking about random things from your guys childhood when the topic came up.

“I had my first kiss when I was thirteen.” He laughs and your eyes widen. You knew you were in the minority of people who hadn’t been kissed but.. thirteen?! That seemed so young!

“What? When was your first kiss?” He poked at you and you could feel the tension start to rise.

“Uh…” You sigh and a wicked grin appears on his face.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never had a kiss.” His smug look turns into one of shock when you slowly nod your head no.

“Right.. Well I think we gotta fix that.” He huffs as he reaches his hand out for your waist. “May I?” He wiggles his eyebrows and you can’t help but chuckle.

“Go on then.” You roll your eyes but you can’t help but feel pleased. If you wanted to have your first kiss with anyone it would be Phoenix. You trusted him and knew he wouldn’t do anything to make you uncomfortable.

His lips pressed against yours as his warm hand rubbed lightly at your waist. As soon as it started it left, leaving you almost.. disappointed?

“Want another?” Phoenix grins at your look and cocks his head. Sly bastard.

Reyna :

“Let me give you a little kiss.” Reyna teased as her hand wiped at the crumbs on your lips. You could feel yourself grow nervous at the implication. You liked Reyna a lot. But you had never crossed that line with her. Frankly, you had never crossed that line with anyone.

“Y-you don’t have to.” You stutter out and she only coos at your embarrassment. 

“Do you not want one?” She asks and you don’t know how to respond. You do but if you tell her this is your first will she think you were childish?

“I do I just..” You stop yourself as you grow even more nervous.

“This is your first?” She grabs your hand and rubs it soothingly. You only nod as her smile grows.

“Then let me teach you how to kiss. You’ll like it, don't worry.” She breathes out as her lips meet yours. It’s a feeling like none other. You feel your body light up as she cradles you softly. 

“Just a few more, hmm?” She muses as she moves back in.

Iso :

You were listening to music together on his bed after a long mission. He had never played this music before and it almost felt like he had curated the playlist for you. You stared up at the ceiling with him as the melody continued to play. You could feel his gaze on you and you turned.

His eyes bore holes into your head and you suddenly felt nervous. It felt like he could see everything.

“Y/N, I don’t want to ruin our friendship but I really like you.” He says confidently and your eyes widen. You had liked him for a while but never dared to say anything.

“I like you too.” You choke out and a smile appears on the mans face. 

“Can I kiss you?” He asks and you could feel yourself squirm. If you thought too much into it you would back out.

“Do it.”

He takes your word and pulls you closer to him, his lips melting against yours. You close your eyes as you let yourself relax at the new sensation. You had finally had your first kiss. And with Iso for that matter.

You two finally broke the kiss to come up from air. His hand stayed against your arm as he just smirked.

“You’re a good kisser.” He whispers out and you feel pride fill your body.

“Thanks, it's my first time.” You grin and his jaw drops to the floor.

“What?!”

[princessmaybank]

Can you do prompt 7

I'm sorry this took so long! I ran with this one and it turned out longer than it should have!

Riding Lessons

Pairings: BestFriend!JJ x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Riding, maybe some second hand embarrassment..I think that's it?

Summary: Reader wants to learn how to ride, who better to teach her than her bestie?!

Author's Note: I hope you like it, I love this idea, I feel like I could have done better though, let me know what you think. Enjoy!

I wanted to learn how to, ya know, "ride" I guess. I've been a pillow princess every time I've ever had sex but I wanted to be able to impress my sexual partner. I know JJ was just fooling around when he said I could always come to him if I ever needed help with something like that but I'm seriously thinking of his offer, well fake offer I guess. Damn it, I don't know! I've been trying to ask all week but it isn't exactly easy to ask your friend for dick riding lessons. I just wanted him to help me learn to move my body, I didn't have to actually hop on him.

Every time I try to ask, something gets in the way. John B is always around, I make a fool out of myself, I can't spit it out, he's too busy to talk, something. This time we are hanging out in the back yard of the chateau. The guys are chilling while us girls are chatting away.

"So that's when I-" Sarah paused, but I barely noticed as I anxiously looked between the ground and the blond boy who's been recently occupying my mind. "What's wrong Y/N?" She asked, clearly noticing my rapid-fire thumbs playing thumb wars with each other. "Oh nothing.." I pushed off, stopping my fingers, even though it wasn't easy. The girls poked until I would tell them what was bothering me. I didn't tell them everything, just the fact that I needed to talk to JJ alone, and it wasn't an easy conversation. Kie said I should just go grab him and pull him to the side right now but I told her that wasn't as easy as it sounded. John B and Pope latch onto the man and keep him tight.

"HEY JJ COME HERE!" I heard Kiara shout as loud as fucking possible. All the guys started standing up. "ONLY JJ!" Sarah added.

The other two sat down as JJ waltzed over to us. My heart was racing, I wasn't ready for this conversation. "What?" He pretended to get snippy. "I wanna ask you something." I speak up. He motions for me to continue. "privately.." I add on. "Oh okay, we'll be back." He smiles towards the girls before grabbing my hand and leading me into the chateau. I expected him to stop in the living room but he sat me on the bed in the guest room before shutting the door. "What's up?" He smiled as he crossed his arms and leaned against the door. My fingers did that thing again. "Now that I think about it, it's not that important anymore!" I rush my words out and try to get past him and to the door. "Ah ah ah. What is it, Y/N/N?" He looked a little concerned.

I wasn't sure how to bring this up. I've thought about this conversation many times and still haven't figured out the best way to say it. "Uhm- well this is a di-difficult conversation Jayj..I want to have it, but I'm not sure how to start it, and I'm worried it'll ruin our friendship and I was kind of ready for this con-" I started my rambling because I got nervous, but JJ cut me off. He walked up to me and crouched in front of me. His right hand reached out and laid on top of my knee. "Breathe Y/N. I'm sure whatever it is, won't ruin our friendship. Cause we're too close, there's nothing we can't say to each other." He said with a smile.

"O-okay.." I said sheepishly. "So talk to me." He said casually and got up to sit on the bed next to me. "Uhm- so you know how you jokingly said I could come to you with like-" I was hesitant and JJ knew that. "Questions involving sex?" He giggled and finished my question for me. I nodded very fast causing him to giggle again. "That wasn't a joke, I meant it." He smiled with a small chuckle. My eyes widened but I shut that down real fast. "Oh, okay, well I do have a question.." I slowly spoke. He nudged me to continue. "This is really awkward and you don't have to say yes, please don't feel pressured to do this, it's really stupid actually, so-" He shushed me. "Calm down. I'm willing to help with anything you need." He smiled. His words caused a blush to rise to my cheeks. I took a deep breath before I closed my eyes and said what I've been meaning to say. "I want to learn how to be on top." That was the easiest way I could say it. "You want me to teach you how to ride dick?" He asked. My eyes were still closed but I felt so embarrassed. My hands covered my face and I heard him chuckle before pulling my hands away. "Look at me." He said. I opened my eyes and looked up at JJ. I tried not to think about the embarrassment coursing through my veins. "Good girl." He said and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. My heart was beating a mile a minute. I can't believe he just called me that. "Now strip for me." He said and motioned for me to stand. "W-what?" My eyes went wide again. "You want to learn, right? Gotta take your clothes off for me." He said calmly. "I-I thought...I thought you were just going to show me how to move my body.." I twirled my fingers again. "Oh baby...you wanna get some practice first don't you? And who better to try it out on than your best friend?" JJ smirked.

I can't fuck my best friend! This would ruin everything.

"B-but-" I stuttered. "Don't go shy on me now Y/N." He smirked. "Here, I'll go first." He stood proudly in front of me. He removed his hat and boots first. His cut off tank was next before he finally took off his cargo shorts. JJ sat back down next to me on the bed, only in his boxers now. I couldn't stop my eyes from wandering his toned body.

"Your turn Y/N/N." He whispered into my ear. I hesitated again, and he must've noticed. "Would you like some help?" He asked. All I was able to do was lightly nod. JJ slowly grabbed my hands and stood me in front of him. His fingers traveled to the bottom of my shirt and pulled upwards, over my head, gently. His hands grasped my waist and pulled me closer to him. JJ's fingers danced in the waistband of my shorts before shimmying them down my legs. His hands ran up and down my legs starting at my hips.

"Come here.." He whispered before sitting against the headboard. I straddled his lap and his hands met my hips again. "Can I kiss you, Y/N?" He asked. So gently and calmly like we weren't in the position we were in. I nodded and parted my lips, pushing them closer to him. As our lips lingered together, his hands rocked my hips against his, back and forth. I could feel him growing beneath me, causing arousal to pool in my panties.

"You sure you wanna learn from me?" He asked after pulling his lips away from mine. "Wouldn't wanna learn from anyone else.." I responded slowly, staring into his eyes. He smiled before pulling our lips back together for a moment. "You already have step one down, which is good." He smirked. "What's step one?" I asked while breathing heavily. "Turn on your partner." His hand found its way to my hair and tugged forcefully. JJ pressed his lips to my neck and made his way down my torso. "Next you're gonna move your panties to the side for me."

For the next few minutes I listened to every word this man said. When I finally eased myself onto his cock, we both let out small gasps. He encouraged me to move when I felt ready but I asked him to help guide me. JJ placed his hands on my hips and moved me back and forth on him slowly. "You can also go up and down, side to side, or in circles, why don't you try something." A small whimper escaped my mouth. I wasn't sure I was ready. "Let the pleasure guide you..nothing you do is wrong. Go ahead." He said while tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

When I finally worked up the courage to move, I decided to just move back and forth. JJ's mouth opened slightly from the pleasure. His hands were still on my hips but he wasn't moving me. I picked up my pace and tried to bounce up and down, which felt so good. I felt like I could release right there with the way his dick was punching my insides. I picked up my speed again, JJ and I were moaning messes in each other's arms. I bounced harder when I realized that's what felt good to me. JJ threw his head back as his hands squeezed my hips tighter. "Just like that.." He whined. My jaw was on the floor. He was gorgeous like this. "Fuck baby... don't stop. I'm almost there.." He let out, heaving. I didn't even slow down. I chased our highs until I couldn't anymore. JJ released with my name on his lips as I did the same with him. I collapsed on top of my best friend, his cock twitching inside of me as we started to come down. My body was shaking from the ultimate pleasure I had just experienced. "Shhhh .." He soothed as he caressed my hair. "such a good girl...I can't wait for our next lesson.." He wanted more? My pussy is in for one wild ride.

[coldfanbou]

Boyfriend Thief

Here is the Chaeryeong fic. We get a little rough sex but enjoy.

Length 2K

Chaeryeong x M reader

"Then him,"

"No, he's my boyfriend." 

"You keep saying make sure your first time is with someone who's going to treat you well. I know he would do that; he's taking care of you."

"Chaeryeong…I know what I said, but I can't let you do that."

"Oh? Is he rough?" Chaeyeon gulps at the question, getting flustered at the question. "He is! I can't believe you like it rough!" 

"I-I do not! I mean, he isn't rough!" Chaeyeon yells back. Their discussion continued on like this for some time. In the other room, you could barely make out a few words here or there. It wasn't unusual for the sisters to argue when they got together. Of course, they got along well, but there were many fights you got to witness. You try to ignore whatever it is they're talking about and focus on watching tv.

"Unnie, it's just going to be one time."

"No, Chaeryeong. I'm not going to let you have sex with him."

"Fine, then I'll just find someone else for my first time," Chaeyeon mutters something under her breath, probably a curse before she relents. As Chaeryeong turns to exit the room, Chaeyeon grabs her wrist and turns her around.

"Okay, okay, you can have sex with him, but I don't want to be here when you're doing it. You'll do it next week, okay?"

"Thank you, Unnie!" Chaeryeong says as she hugs her older sister. "I'll go tell him." 

"No, don't. I'll do it." Chaeyeon says, stopping Chaeryeong from explaining the situation to you. 

"I'll hint at it then." Chaeryeong leaves the room before her sister can stop her. 

As they return to the living room, Chaeryeong immediately sits in your lap. "Hi, Oppa!" She cheerfully says as she wraps her arms around your neck. 

Chaeryeong has always been friendly to you. She was nervous around you when you first started dating Chaeyeon, but as time passed, she became very comfortable. "Hi Chaeryeong, um, what are you doing?" You ask as you try to move her off your lap. You can feel Chaeryeong grind her bottom against your crotch. The sensation causes your member to stir and poke her. A few moments later, Chaeyeon comes out of the room, and you panic, worried about what she may think of the situation. 

Chaeyeon glances at you both, the sight of her sister sitting on her boyfriend's lap making her grimace. "Hey, so this is what's going to happen. I want you to sleep with Chaeryeong." She states plainly.

"What? You want me to do what?"

"Sleep with my…" Chaeyeon mumbles her final words as she looks away. 

"She wants you to sleep with me! You'll be taking my first time, Oppa." Chaeryeong repeats Chaeyeon's words happily. 

The entire situation confuses you, "What do you mean you want me to sleep with Chaeryeong?"

"I…" Chaeyeon struggles to find the words to explain the situation. She plays with her fingers as she tries to figure out how to tell you more.

Chaeryeong cups both of your cheeks and forces you to look at her. "Chaeyeon always said my first time should be with someone I trust, someone who will take care of me, and I want it to be you." Chaeryeong stops for a moment as if debating on saying something else. "I want you to take my virginity." You glance at Chaeyeon, and she nods her head. "I know you'll take care of me."

"I don't think that's appropriate, Chaeryeong." You reply, trying to find a way to let her down easily. "I just mean that it would be weird to…. " You stop, realizing that you could hurt her with your words and she could make a rash decision.

"But you're already hard; I can feel your cock pressing against my ass," Chaeryeong says. Chaeyeon can only watch in dismay as she's forced to lend her boyfriend to Chaeryeong. 

Chaeyeon wets her lips before speaking, "Sweetie, it's fine. I want to make sure…. I want Chaeryeong to have a good first time. You two can set up when you want to later." The rest of the evening is awkward as Chaeryeong refuses to get off your lap, grinding against you for hours. The teasing she does drives you wild as you feel her soft flesh.

To make matters worse, you couldn't let out your sexual frustrations with Chaeyeon because Chaeryeong chose to sleep between you two. Chaeyeon tried to argue, but it was of no use. Chaeryeong was stuck to you at the hip for the next few days, leaving you unable to relieve yourself. 

"Tomorrow, I want to do it tomorrow," Chaeryeong told her sister. 

"Fine, tomorrow. I'll be gone until seven. So just be done by then." It was the next day in the morning when Chaeyeon gave you a kiss and left for the day before you woke up. 

When you did wake from your slumber, you found Chaeryeong lying on top of you naked. She stared into your eyes as she used her thighs to massage your cock. As you slowly become erect, Chaeryeong smiles; feeling you get hard between her legs excites her for what's to come. "Oppa, today we're having sex." Chaeryeong dragged her breasts across your chest, her hard nipples pressing against your skin.

"What are you talking about, Chaeryeong?" You say as you slowly realize what's happening. 

Chaeryeong makes sure your shaft rubs against her wet lips. She continues to pleasure you with her thighs, "You're taking my first time today, Oppa. Chaeyeon already left so that we could be alone." 

"Chaeryeong-" You're cut off as she presses her lips against yours. You feel her tongue try to slip between your lips as she picks up the pace. Her nectar coats her thighs and your shaft as she moans into the kiss. 

"Oppa, I want you to fuck me like you do, Chaeyeon." She whispers into your ear. You're hesitant to make a move, but Chaeryeong's continued pushing eventually makes you. She places your hands on her ass, making sure you squeeze her cheeks. "You have such strong hands, Oppa." Chaeryeong moans as your hands dig into her soft flesh. As precum leaks from your cock, Chaeryeong giggles, "Are you ready, Oppa? I am." Chaeryeong aligns herself with your cock, rubbing the head between her lips. The teasing is enough to push you over the edge, and you pull Chaeryeong down suddenly, impaling her on your cock. "Oppa!" Chaeryeong screams as your cock splits her walls apart and stretches her pussy. The pleasure is overwhelming as you finally get some release, but it only makes you want more. You move Chaeryeong along your shaft as you buck your hips. "Oppa, wait," Chaeryeong mutters as she recovers. She grimaces from the initial pain.

"Fuck, you're so tight, Chaeryeong." You moan as you continue to thrust. Chaeryeong's grunts soon turn from pained grunts to beautiful moans as she becomes accustomed to your size. 

"You're tearing me apart, Oppa." She moans as you roll over to be on top. Your thrusts, assisted by downward force, go deep into Chaeryeong's cunt. You start kneading Chaeryeong's tits, playing with her nipples as you kiss her. Chaeryeong's moans grow loud as you plow her tight cunt. They bounce off the walls filling the room. 

Chaeryeong's body grows hot, and she begins to sweat; it plasters her hair to her skin as she drowns in pleasure. "Oppa, Oppa, fuck me harder," she moans, her hands weakly holding onto your arms. Hearing her beg for more turns you on; you lift her lower body and continue pounding. Now in a mating press, Chaeryeong's nectar drips onto her chest. Your cock pierces her cunt with every thrust, going deeper and deeper until you knock on her womb. 

Chaeryeong's tight pussy was different from Chaeyeon's. It held you tightly, refusing to let you go as if wanting more from you. "I fucking love your body Chaeryeong." You yell out. You feel Chaeryeong wrap her legs around your waist, pulling you in as you push deeper. 

"I love you, Oppa! I've always loved you!" She moans as she kisses you. You return the kiss, pushing your tongue into her mouth and taking control. Chaeryeong's walls clamp down on your cock as she begins to climax. "Cum inside me! Fill me with your cum, Oppa!" She screams. Your cock starts to throb, and your balls tighten as you wildly thrust. 

"I'm going to cum, Chaeryeong."

"Me too!" She cries as she kisses you again. You bite her bottom lip as you drive your cock deep into her womb and cum inside Chaeryeong. "Ahh! Oppa!" She moans, her walls painted white as her womb is filled with your semen. Chaeryeong milks your cock, her pussy taking all of your cum before she unfolds her legs. After you pull out, Chaeryeong reaches down, scooping some of your cum out of her pussy. She stretches her fingers, watching your cum roll down them. Her chest heaves before she yelps. 

You flip her onto her stomach and slide your cock between her cheeks. "You're such a tease, Chaeryeong. Rubbing your ass against me all the time." You press the head of your cock against her asshole and push it in. "I'm going to get back at you for all that teasing. Your body is too sexy not to use." 

"Ahh, Oppa, wait." Chaeryeong moans as she feels your cock enter her ass. "You're too big. You're going to break me." 

"Maybe I should." You say as you push more of your cock into her. "Fuck you're so tight. I might cum just from putting it in." Chaeryeong's ass was tighter than her cunt, her walls actively fighting you. Chaeryeong pants as she's slowly filled to the brim. As you ram yourself inside the final bit, you cum inside Chaeryeong's ass. You feel her asshole flex and relax as Chaeryeong cums too. She collapses onto the bed, and you lay on her, feeling her soft ass against your crotch. You pull out and slam your cock back into her, making her suddenly cry out. 

"Oppa!" You push her head down into the pillows on the bed with one hand while holding her waist up with the other. The longer you thrust into Chaeryeong, the more she moans until she begs you for more. "Oppa, more! More!"

"Cock hungry, aren't you?" 

"Yes! Yes! I want your cock, Oppa. I want it to be for only me." You spank Chaeryeong making her yelp.

"No, you're just my side piece. Chaeyeon is my girlfriend, remember?"

"No, Oppa. I'll do anything. I want you to only fuck me!" She moans as you bury your cock inside her with every thrust. The sound of your clapping bodies is music to your ears.

"Anything?" You reply. 

"Anything I want to be the only one," Chaeryeong repeats. Her moans become high-pitched as she cums again. You ram your cock into her a few more times before unloading into her ass again.

The two of you would go at it all day; each orgasm of yours was a creampie of some kind. It didn't matter where; Chaeryeong happily accepted it. When it was time for Chaeyeon to return, she suspected nothing. Chaeryeong told her how caring you were and nothing else. You and Chaeyeon wouldn't have sex at all anymore. Chaeryeong always just happened to interrupt and get between you. Chaeyeon got sick of the lack of sex and tried to confront her sister, but it didn't matter.

To make matters worse, anytime Chaeyeon was gone, you would fuck her little sister's brains out. Eventually, your relationship with Chaeyeon started to erode, but it didn't matter, as Chaeryeong had long since taken her place. Chaeryeong happily took your cock whenever you wanted her; it didn't matter how risky it was. Occasionally when Chaeryeong was gone, you'd fuck Chaeyeon, but the sex was lacking now that you were used to her sister's body.

[lowkeyrobin]

hey! (just wanna say I really love your writing and especially the ones on mental health)

could I ask for more of the reactions to an Australian accent, but with the cricket crew instead? (those who are okay with x reader ofc)

tysm!!! have a wonderful day!

ah omg thank you 🫶🫶🫶 I've been working really hard esp on those ones + the fact I've always kinda struggled w mental health stuff so I rlly pour my heart out into those ; and he's of course!! sorry if I misunderstood you on that last one by the way LMAO ; gonna keep this as a oneshot tho because it was way easier than a preference format for some reason ; also I wish we got more freddie, tommy, tubbo & ranboo pics while we could 😔🙏

HANDSOME BROS ; australian accent

summary ; youre the only aussie in a group of british kids (and an american)

warnings ; language, lots of ball jokes (sorry tommy)

word count ; 1.4k

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Showing up for Tubbathon 2024 was a wild one.

Having your hand duct taped to Tommy's was also a whole thing in itself. At least you weren't working with Ranboo, who had no idea how to cook, unlike their poor partner Freddie. Recipe For Disaster was probably a horrible idea to join.

You and Tommy, Green Team, versus Ranboo and Freddie, Orange Team.

You'd never really talked on stream before. You either communicated through Minecraft signs or in-game chats. If you did speak, however, you'd often use a voice changer to make you seem a little more understandable, as you knew your accent was a bit difficult to understand sometimes.

You'd also met with your friends in real life before, of course, but you made sure the entire trip you strained your voice to sound a little more understandable.

But, now cooking with one of your long-time friends, the big guy TommyInnit himself, you didn't seem as worried or insecure when you spoke. I mean, you'd barely spoken, but you were in a comfortable environment - Tubbo's house - and were accompanied by friends you'd known for a long time now.

The stream had started and Tubbo had explained your rules, leaving the two groups to get to cooking.

"Hey, mate, can you hold the bowl while I stir the eggs?" You kindly ask Tommy, wriggling a whisk out of the jar between the stations.

The blonde blinks in silence, staring at you, "Your accent went 0 to 100 very quickly, Y/n/n" He giggles.

"Wait, what?" You glance about, feeling a little nervous as you plop the whisk into the measuring cup, needing to stir the eggs.

"Not in a bad way! Like, I never noticed your fuckin' accent was so, like, heavy before? You didn't sound like that last time we met up, or talked" He shrugs as he explains himself.

"Oh" You shrug, watching as he secures his free hand around the handle of the glass measuring cup. You begin to whisk the eggs, poking at the yolks to make it go a little bit faster. "I mean, I usually use a little voice changer to make me a little more understandable"

"Ohhhhh, wait, that makes sense" He nods, "Ow! Calm down, I'm not trying to get surgery on my wrist now!" He quickly pulls his hand away, feeling something pop.

"Shit, I'm sorry! Are you alright?"

He bites his tongue, nodding as you reach for his hand. "I'm good"

You gently grab his wrist, quickly and lightly kneading the area for him.

Ranboo looks up, seeing you two distracted in your green aprons. "They're taking a massage therapy break already" they comment, tapping Freddie on the shoulder.

"C'mon, man up, Tommy! You'll be okay" Freddie lightly smiles, cracking a few eggs over the measuring cup, which they'd just struggled to find.

"Dude, I just had surgery on my crowned jewels, I don't think I will!"

"Good God, help me now" You chuckle

Ranboo and Freddie go silent for a moment before the boy with the red hair speaks up.

"You weren't kidding about the voice changer, were you?"

You shake your head no, "Why would I lie about that, mate?"

The two shrug, hearing Tubbo fake yell at them for cheating since they were conversing with you. The four of you jokingly plan a rebellion that you'd put into place for later, deciding to focus on the food right now.

"Tommy, Tommy, the plate, not the floor! If you drop that I'll actually kill you"

"It's on the damn plate!"

Tommy quickly sets the pan down to help you fold the guacamole together, using his one hand to hold the bowl while you rushingly mix it all up. From the avocados to the lemon juice, you got it to a nice consistency, and, with a struggle, get a dab of it on the paper plate you were given next to the burrito.

"I think he's gonna like it either way, considering most of what he eats, he orders." You shrug, setting the bowl of guacamole down.

Tommy lightly laughs, "Yeah, that's true"

You were finished before the timer, luckily, however, Freddie and Ranboo were still working, using each hand to do their own tasks to work a little faster.

"Tubbo, can you understand me with my accent this thick?" You shout into the other room, purposely making your voice and accent sound a bit thicker to try and mess wirh him.

It's silence until he answers, like he needed to translate your words. "Barely!"

You and Tommy laugh, chatting away while the other group works.

"What's Australia even like? Just like... giant spiders and kangaroos?"

"Holy shit"

"I'm serious! It's not like I'm going anytime soon"

"Well, it's not that. It's like the UK but much warmer, and yeah, kinda scarier. It's like a real-life Better Minecraft mod"

"You guys have armored skeletons attacking you??" Tommy laughs as he teases you.

"I hate you!" You laugh

"I love how you say 'you', it sounds so dumb"

"It sounds like how you Brits say it!" You smile, using your free hand to try and fight him in a playful manner.

"Dumb in a nice way! Dumb in a nice way!" He shouts, trying to use his free hand to protect himself from the cat fight. "They weren't lying when they said you Aussies fight like wild animals, what's next, you gonna kick the shit out of me?" He asks, egging you on.

"I'm gonna kick you in the crown jewels if you don't shut up!" You joke, making him scream in terror, probably killing the viewers' ears as well.

He yelps, falling back as he drags you down with him, having slipped on himself.

"Tommy!"

"Ow!"

"Jesus Christ, they've broken each other's backs off that floor, I heard it" Freddie lightly laughs, holding the paper plate up for Ranboo so they could put the food on it. "I think Y/n's dead"

"Tubbo! We need the ambulance!" Ranboo laughs, "Get Eryn back here, they actually can't get up! The tied hands have impaired them tremendously"

"Tommy, just stand up!"

"My balls hurt!"

"Then let me stand up, I can't when you're holding your dick together!"

Eryn quickly rushes over, helping the both of you stand up slash getting Tommy to release his tied hand from his crotch. You help him up and pat him on the shoulder with your free hand as Tubbo wraps up the time.

In the end, your groups nearly tied, you and Tommy one point behind Freddie and Ranboo. Honestly, they did deserve the win.

"I still can't believe you fooled us with the voice changer, even changing your voice in real life. I swear, you sound totally different," Freddie lightly chuckles, freeing himself from the apron.

"In a good way, though" Ranboo adds, "Your accent is really fucking cool, trust me"

You lightly smile, freeing yourself from Tommy's sweaty hands. "Thanks- ow, holy shit!"

"You think that hurt?" The blonde teases, having ripped the rest of the duct tape of your hands.

"Piss off"

After the stream ended, Tubbo turned on some music while you guys cleaned up. He and Eryn were sorting out the lights, cameras, and microphone while the four of you cleaned up the kitchen. You decided to clean each other's messes, trying to make it a little more enjoyable, which none of you minded.

The music, picked my Tubbo himself, was an early 2000s hip hop mix, titled something like 'Greatest 2000s Hip Hop Hits' or something. And of course, Ranboo and Tommy were getting down to it, mostly leaving you and Freddie to do the cleaning while you laughed at them singing and dancing along.

Tommy was bouncing around, not focused on cleaning whatsoever as he tugs on your hand, wanting you to join in.

"Y/n, Freddie, cmon!"

"This isn't High School Musical, dude" You reply

"You deserve a break!" Ranboo shouts, pulling Freddie into whatever fucked up dance trapezoid you guys had going on.

You sigh and set down the cups you were washing and turn the water off. You spray the water from your hands on Freddie, starting a war as you join their little dance party.

Freddie gasps and smiles, throwing the little bit of water in the measuring cup at you in retaliation.

"Australian versus Brit! Who will win!?" Tommy shouts with a little laugh.

"Hopefully not the American"

You fake shudder and nod. "Yeah, I agree with that, Ranboo"

[gay4ddlovato]

Sana Imagine - she calls you her wife when you’re not married (requested) 🧡🐈

{This is my original work from my wattpad gayforddlovato. Please don’t steal, copy, or take credit for my work. Thank you!}

"Are you okay?" Sana asked as she watched you look around the room with big eyes.

"I'm okay. I'm just a little nervous." You said before letting out a nervous chuckle. "This is the first event I'm attending with you and the girls and it's a lot."

"I know, darling. But I'm so happy you're here with me." She smiled before stepping closer to you, gently tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. "You look beautiful and now, I can show you off to the world."

You smiled as she leaned in to give you a kiss, only to feel a tap on her shoulder just before her lips touched yours.

She turned her head and saw Jeongyeon standing there.

"Someone wants to do a quick interview with us."

Sana nodded before taking your hand and walking over to the girls and the interviewer.

You decided to stand back and support her from a distance as she did the interview because as excited as you are to be at this event with her and the girls tonight, this night is huge for TWICE and you still want the focus to be on them as much as possible.

"Hello, girls. It's so good to see you all." The interviewer politely spoke. "You're up for some major awards tonight and you all look lovely! How are you feeling?"

"So great!" Dahyun grinned.

"Did any of you bring anyone special with you?"

"Sana did, actually," Chaeyoung happily spoke.

"Did you?" The interviewer smiled, pressing for more.

"Yeah, I brought my wife with me!"

Jihyo and Tzuyu gasped upon hearing Sana say that before all the girls looked over at you to find you gazing at Sana with big eyes.

"Your wife? Is the breathtaking Minatozaki Sana married?" The interviewer gasped. "Tell us more!"

Sana giggled as she lowered her head, trying to hide her warm red cheeks.

"Someone's shy, shy, shy," Nayeon teased and poked Sana's sides.

Sana playfully rolled her eyes at her friend before looking back at you.

"Okay, uh," Sana chuckled. "Slight mistake there. She's not my wife, she's my girlfriend."

"Oh, wow. Okay! Well, you must think about her being your wife quite a lot to make that mistake."

"She also calls Y/N her wife when she's not around," Momo said. "When it's just the nine of us hanging out and anyone brings Y/N up, Sana always refers to her as her wife rather than her girlfriend."

"That's a secret!" Sana gasped before playfully hitting Momo's shoulder as all the girls laughed and you shook your head with a smile.

"You must think about her being your wife quite a lot then." The interviewer pushed a little more.

Sana looked over at you and nodded.

"All the time."

She opened her arms for you and you giggled before coming over to her.

"So when can we expect a proposal then? Soon? And if so, how soon are we talking?"

"I can't say that!" Sana laughed before staring at you. "But don't worry. It's a lot sooner than everyone's thinking."

She winked at you before walking away with her arm around you.

"Nice talking to you girls!"

"Well, that's going to be trending all over social media tonight." Mina teased.

"You really think about it a lot?" You asked Sana.

She stopped walking as she gazed into your eyes adoringly, nodding happily.

"I do too." You smiled.

She leaned in and gave you a kiss before wrapping her arms around you and giving you a big hug.

"Just wait, darling. It's going to happen soon. I promise."

[leegemma]

May I request Lee!Hanbin and Ler!Hao with prompts 63 69 93 & 99 ?

Thank you for your request! I hope you like what I did with it!

Enjoy:)

63 - “are you lying to me? i think you might be lying to me.”

69 - “i don’t think i’ve ever seen your face so red.”

93 - “you’re too cute.”

99 -“you almost never swear! this must be a lot for you!”

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As a new leader, Hanbin was still trying to get used to the role. He was trying to figure our his responsibilities and how to help his team the best. The first priority for him, was to make sure the members knew they could talk to to him about anything and everything, and so he made sure to tell them that once a day at least.

As the members knew how much it meant to him, they would all come to him whenever they had any problems or worries. But they were also getting concerned about Hanbin, seeing how terribly stressed and tired he was but never admitted to it.

Jiwoong would try to make him talk once in a while, and Matthew would always come up to reassure him that it's okay for him to get nervous too, Taerae would often come and offer some help with vocals. whenever any of them tried though, Hanbin would smile and thank them, and then tell them to go rest.

So it was a bit of a tricky situation. One member especially though, was beginning to get extremely worried for their leader, that member being Zhang Hao. Ever since boys planet the two had a beautiful friendship, and being older and all, Hao still felt responsible for Hanbin's health.

And so one night, when the group finished practice and were all heading back to the dorms, Hao decided to stay back with Hanbin who said he still felt like he needed extra practice time. Just like always.

"Are you sure you want to stay, hyung? You're probably hungry and tired." Hanbin let his arm rest on Hao's shoulder as the other members were walking out of the studio.

"And you're not?" Hao chuckled.

"I'm the leader. I want to be prepared so that I don't make mistakes when teaching you." Hanbin shook his head

Hao sighed in disapproval but didn't argue any further, not wanting to push yet. He just decided to go along and keep practicing for a while.

That was until he heard Hanbin's stomach grumbling constantly in the middle of dancing. Hao walked over and turned the music off, turning to look at the younger with a pout. "Yah, when was the last time you ate?"

Hanbin shook his head again. "Doesn't matter, need to keep going."

"What? Of course it matters! When was the last time you ate?" Hao asked again.

Hanbin sighed and shrugged, understanding that Hao was not going to let it go. "Just around an hour ago when we took a break."

"No. I stayed in with you last break.“ Hao squinted his eyes. "are you lying to me? i think you might be lying to me.”

"I'm not lying!" Hanbin automatically started to back up as Hao kept walking towards him slowly. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?" Hao teased, chuckling when Hanbin looked back scared when his back met with the wall.

"Like you're gonna do something- hyuhuhng!" Hanbin squealed when Hao finally reached him and latched onto his side.

"Dows this count as something?" The older laughed, trying to send in pokes all over while Hanbin was doing his best to block his arms.

"Whyhyhy!?"

"Simply because I can. Plus, I have a feeling if I tell you to go home now you're gonna argue with me, so this is me convincing you." Hao shrugged.

"Ihihi cahhant gogo yehet, ihihim nohohot dohone practicing!"

"See? I can pretty much predict the future at this point." Hao smiled.

"PLEHASE! ihihi cahahant" Hanbin's knees gave out and he fell to the floor, Hao catching him and laying him gently on his back and then straddling his waist, digging into his tummy next.

"Ah, I can practically feel your belly asking for food right now~" Hao teased, wiggling his fingers all over the other's midsection next.

"NOHOHOHO!" Hanbin protested for nothing.

"You're so ticklish! I'm gonna have to do this more often." Hao announced with a smirk. "Awww you're blushing!"

"YOUHURE SOHOHO MEAHAHAN!"

“i don’t think i’ve ever seen your face so red.” Hao chose to ignore Hanbin's last comment.

"MAYBE BECAHAHSE YOUHU DON'T USUAHALLY FHEEHEL THEHE NEHEHED TOHOHO TOUHURTURE ME LIKE THIS" Hanbin yelled through his own laughter.

"Don't be rude." Hao wiggled his fingers into Hanbin's neck, cooing when the younger brought up his shoulders and started giggling cutely. “you’re too cute.”

"HYUNG PLEAHASE" Hanbin's next tactic was begging.

"Are you ready to leave now?" Hao asked.

"IHIHM SHOHHORRY, IHIH CAN'T" Hanbin squealed.

"Don't say I didn't give you a choice." Hao shrugged and brought his fingers to Hanbin's hips, shaking them in deeply. Laughing along when Hanbin screamed in horror only to start cackling hysterically a second later.

"H-HYUNG! STAHAHAHP! SHIHIHHIT"

"Wow!" Hao was amazed at the strong reaction. “you almost never swear! this must be a lot for you!”

"IT ISSSS!!" Hanbin's cheeks turned even pinker when he let out a cute snore.

"You know what to say to make it stop..." Hao gestured to him.

"OKAYYYY OKAHHAY! IHIHIM READY TO LEAVE!"

And just like that, the tickling was over. Leaving a panting Hanbin on the floor to try and catch his breath while Hao was petting his back comfortly after getting off of him.

"There, there..." Hao helped him up back on his feet, laughing as the younger boy was struggling to not stumble back to the floor for the first few seconds.

"Hyung..." Hanbin looked at Hao, his eyes almost sparkling.

"Yes?"

"Thank you, it was fun. " Hanbin admitted, the blush returning to his face.

Even though a bit shocked, Hao was quick to answer back. "Any time."

[vminizzle]

SERIES || My destiny

Chapter 8: lie

pairing : taehyung x f.reader

genre : angst?, fluff?

warnings : none I guess, maybe jimin just teasing his best friend, frustrated!yoongi

words count : 1.5k

A/N : hello, boring chapter here, sorry. I was a bit tired but I wanted to continue a bit. Hopefully the next chapters will be interesting. REMINDER : POOR ENGLISH. - have a nice sunday guys love y’all - sunny

FEEDBACKS ARE WELCOMED

SERIES MASTERLIST

Weeks had passed and your morning sickness was long forgotten.

It happened that sometimes you felt a bit dizzy but nothing too serious. The doctor reassured you saying it was totally normal.

You were in your first trimester, about 10-11 weeks already. It's been around three months since you're pregnant.

Time was going so fast to you. Your little belly started really showing up, anxiety making its presence about what people could think of you.

Yoongi and you went shopping these last two weeks, to buy more oversized clothes to cover your body a bit more.

"in a month and a half my exams start." you reminded Yoongi.

"I know but don't worry too much about it. Everything's gonna be fine." he took your hand gently in his.

[ YOONGI’S OFFICE ]

"yoongi." someone called from the other side of the office’s door.

"go away." your brother groaned irritated.

The doors swam open abruptly, revealing a quiet Jimin making Yoongi frowned.

The usually smiling boy glanced quickly over at your sleeping figure on the couch, a thin blanket covering you.

"we need to talk." he approached Yoongi.

"sit. talk. and go work. But if you're gonna talk about what you did this weekend just get out, I don't have time for that." he said firmly.

He put his pen down on his desk waiting for Jimin to speak.

"It's about y/n." he muttered.

"ok listen." Yoongi started softly.

"you know, I really appreciate you Jimin. You’re my friend, literally a brother to me. And she also really appreciates you, but I don't think she feels the same way-"

"what the heck are you talking about bro? It's not that. she's like a sister for me. I, personally, don't feel something like that for her, don't worry about that."

"oh sorry, go on then." he gestured for him to continue.

"what's with her these days? She's different." Jimin trailed out feeling sad.

"She's kinda distant with us. She only stays with you. it's like she's avoiding us. Did we do something? Did I do something? I kinda, you know, I miss her. She's my friend and I'm worried." Jimin sighed deeply.

"oh, hm, well she's just really stressed these days. Her exams are coming soon so yea, she's busy too. Sometimes I help her learn, that's why she's always with me and she ends up sleeping there, like you can see, because of how tired she is."

Jimin stared at his friend, not trusting his words.

He knew something was off, but what?

And why his friend had to lie? It's definitely important and he has to find out. He wanted to be there for them if they needed.

He hummed standing up from his seat as he walked to the doors without a words making Yoongi throw his head back in frustration.

"fuck it."

[ 2 hours later ]

"wake up woman, it's time to go home."

Yoongi lightly shook your tired body making you groaned. You opened your eyes, seeing your brother with his bag ready to leave.

"did I sleep that much?" you sighed as you stretch your sore muscles.

"yea you lazy potato." Yoongi said poking your cheek before helping you standing up from the couch and collect your belongings.

You were walking to the elevator alone when you bumped with someone.

"oh I'm sorry! are you ok? oh y/n? are you alone?" the tall man looked down at your tired form.

"it's ok, it was my fault I wasn't looking where I was going, and no I'm waiting for Yoongi, he forgot something in his office." you talked playing with your fingers.

Taehyung noticed your nervousness as he put his hand on your shoulder gently.

"don't be nervous around me please." he said softly making you look up at him, your cheeks warming up.

"I’m-"

"y/n, I'm here." you saw your brother approaching you.

"oh Tae you're still here?"

"yes I just finished, I'm heading home." he pressed the button to open the elevator's doors, gesturing you and his friend to enter first.

"y/n, you seem exhausted do you want some water to freshen up? I have a bottle of water in my bag." the gentleman offered but you shook your head smiling shyly.

"it's ok t-thank you, I'm not really thirsty, I'm just sleepy. But thank you again." Taehyung smiled before nodding.

You cursed yourself for stuttering.

Yoongi observed you, why do you seemed .. embarrassed?

no, not embarrassed. nervous? shy?

He couldn't point a finger on it but your behavior seemed different from earlier. He let it slid as he yawned loudly startling you and Taehyung.

"Be careful on your way home guys." Taehyung waved as he walked to his car.

"You too." Yoongi said putting his arm around your shoulder guiding you to his car.

   [ TAEHYUNG'S HOUSE ]

Jimin sipped on his cold beer before talking.

"man, this dude is so annoying. he literally sent me a novel. If only I didn't open his e-mail. now I've to read it before friday." the boy complained to his best friend whom was lost in his thoughts.

Like usual, Jimin would come over at Taehyung’s for no specific and valid reasons. Most of the time, he came to complain about his life or either spend time drinking with Taehyung to "relax".

"and this morning this jerk stole my coffee, I just want to break his fingers one by one." Jimin put his beer on the coffee table exasperated as he let his head rest on the back of the couch.

"Taehyung are you listening to me?"

Jimin looked over at his friend looking into the void.

"ah yea yea sorry."

"what are you thinking about?" his best friend crossed his legs staring at him.

"no one." he looked at Jimin's empty can.

"so you're thinking about someone-"

"your can is empty, I'm gonna take more from the fridge quickly." the man stood up abruptly walking to his kitchen.

Giving the beer to his short friend, the tall man let his body dropped on his sofa.

"you think I forgot you huh? so tell me who you were thinking about!" Jimin insisted excited.

"argh, Jimin i was just thinking about work."

"nah man you said "no one", so you were definitely thinking about someone!"

"my father."

"so you're telling me you're blushing while thinking of your dad." Jimin said playfully making his friend sighed heavily.

"sooooo???" he leaned toward Taehyung.

"no one." he groaned.

"It's y/n, isn't it?" 

Jimin smirked at the heavy silence, his friend's cheeks turning a deep red as his grip on the beer's can tightened.

"I was so fucking sure!" Jimin laughed loudly.

"you love her, don't you?"  he smiled widely at his flustered friend.

"stop saying non-sense J-"

"non-sense my ass! I've seen the way you look at her. The day you met for the first time you were literally drooling on the table. And when you dropped your water on me, it's because she looked at you hmm?" Jimin bit his lips trying to maintain his excitement.

Taehyung huffed as he threw a pillow at the overexcited boy.

"aw my best friend is in love!" Jimin sang happily.

"yah stop! In love .. is way too much." Taehyung gulped his drink frustrated.

"maybe, I say maybe... I find her pretty cute."

"anddddddd??" Jimin smiled widely.

"She's just .. interesting. I admire her. That's it." he finally admitted putting the empty can on the floor.

Jimin sat closer to him and pat his shoulder.

"she's someone really nice, so I understand why you fell for her." he said softly.

"you'd look good together not gonna lie." Taehyung slapped his hand away.

"shut up."

They continued eating their noodles until Jimin spoke again.

"what are you gonna do?"

"nothing."

"why?"

"yoongi." he continued, munching his food.

"what about him? He's not gonna be the one cuddling you." Jimin teased wiggling his eyebrows.

"Jimin I'm warning you!"

"you scared of him? You shouldn't, he'll understand."

"but it's not only that. It's her. what if she doesn't feel the same?" Taehyung nibbled on his bottom lip nervously.

"let's find out then." Jimin laid down on the couch comfortably grabbing the remote to turn the tv on.

"what do you mean?"

"let's finish the drama we started, shall we?"

                       [ MIN'S RESIDENCE ]

"Yoongi, are you ok?" you asked worried as you approached the tired man.

"yes, I’m fine don’t worry." he forced a smile.

You handed him a glass of water as you sat next to him. He thanked you, gulping the cold liquid.

"you can’t lie." you mumbled making Yoongi scoff.

"tell me what happened, please. If you don’t want me to worry about you." you pursed your lips expectantly making your brother groan.

"gosh you’re stubborn huh." he let a breathy laugh escaped from his mouth.

"got it from you dear brother." you grinned.

"Jimin came earlier in my office when you were sleeping and he asked about you." he started making you furrow your eyebrows getting curious.

"what did he asked?"

"he was wondering why you’re so distant with them. he’s thinking he probably did something but I denied and told him you were just tired and stressed because of your exams." Yoongi sighed heavily, closing his eyes as he rest his head back.

"do you think he believed you?" he bit on your lip feeling unsure about all that.

"Yea I think he did." he shrugged.

"you bad at lying so I’m kinda worried now. What if he discover what’s going on?" you gulped.

"hey no. don’t worry. we will find a way to avoid that hm." he took your hand in his gently reassuring you.

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A/N : sorry i know this part seemed boring. I’ll try to write something better for the next part. Love y’all .

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[gnattyplayssims]

1962 Pt1 - Memories of Us

It was a sunny day in late fall as Nikolas went for his regular morning jog through the Spice District in San Myshuno. The chilly air was a welcome distraction as it bit against his skin. He didn't want to think about anything but the strain of his muscles.

The city was bustling with protesters, buskers, the shouts from the food stalls and homeless sleeping on benches. But his mind wasn't on any of those things. He hadn't seen Sofia since their kiss and he hadn't been able to think of anything but her in those 3 months since.

There was so much he regretted...

"Nikolas what are you doing here? How did you find me?"

"You didn't honestly think you could hide from me did you. You know I'm a Clever Sim." He pulled her close and breathed her in, thankful that she was safe even if she lived in a trailer.

"So do I get to meet Ava or just keep standing here on your porch?"

Sofia brightened and he felt relieved. He'd been so worried when he read her letters but she looked happy when she talked about Ava. Now if only he could convince her she didn't need this pimp's deal.

"Hey Little Bird, this is Nikolas, my bestest friend in all the Worlds." Nik steeled himself against the emotion. Sofia was a mom. He took Ava, and Sofia's hand rested over his. He looked down into those eyes and promised himself somehow he'd ruin Mathias for what he'd done

As if she could tell Nik's dark thoughts, Ava began to cry. "Oh no! Hey Ava, It's okay. Nik is a friend!"

"You better take her back." Sofia lay Ava back down and Nik poked around the trailer. He paused at a mirror and took a deep breath. He'd do it, he'd tell her how he felt.

Nikolas ran harder as he remembered that day. He should have done it. He'd been a nervous teenager, not ready for that kind of commitment. He'd only been 16 but she was already taking on responsibility she hadn't been ready for. He should have just done it before Jamal came.

The day of the Spice Festival he'd had big plans but Don's plans had been bigger. "Sofia what is this?"

"Don't read too much into it. It's just for emergencies. You know in case I lock myself out"

"Well thank you. I'm glad you trust me"

"Of course. There's no one I trust more"

He should have swooped in when he saw her with Jamal that day. Staked his claim. Made his intentions known...but he wasn't that kind of man. He didn't want to dominate her even if he could. He never wanted her to feel like he expected it.

And because of that...he'd lost her

"Sofia's best friend is a hands-off friend...noted."

Nik laughed but he already hated the guy, "No one can change Sof's mind when she wants something."

Nik stood threateningly as Sofia turned away. "What is it you do, Nik?"

"I'm a cop...and you?"

"Just a dishwasher."

"Huh."

Sofia had sent him an invite just as he'd asked. He'd come of course. Even though it was hard. Even though Stefan and Kyler told him he shouldn't. Seeing them kiss had been too much to bear.

He would let her go now, move on. All that truly mattered was that she was happy.

"Since we were kids, Sofia's always worn her heart on her sleeve. She always dreamed of meeting her prince and living happily ever after. I'm so glad Jamal could do what none of us could...bring her home. To the happy couple! May the Watcher bless you with an incredible life."

After his speech Nikolas couldn't bear to stay any more. He found a quiet place in the church and thought about what he wanted from life now that she was safe.

"Mind if I join you?"

"Shouldn't you be upstairs." "They think I'm in the bathroom...you okay?"

"Yeah just thinking"

"Nikolas..." Sofia interlocked her fingers in his. "You are such an incredible man. Any girl would be lucky to have you. Just go for it."

Nik chuckled giving her hand a squeeze. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Well she'd be dumb to say no. I'll bet you're married in a year."

"Sofia." He took her hand holding it tight, his heart beating faster as she looked at him with that innocent curiosity. After everything, she could still be so terribly naive. She really had no clue how much he loved her.

"What is it?"

"I'm really happy for you."

"There you are." Jamal's voice brought their moment to a halt and Sofia jumped to her feet to greet her husband. Nikolas cast a glance up toward the Watcher. It was too late for him. Jamal was whispering dirty things in her ear.

Nikolas slipped past them unnoticed.

There was a lot he regretted about his relationship with Sofia. Many times he had wished he told her how he felt. But there was one thing he didn't regret. He didn't regret going to the basement rather than walking out the door.

If he had left the church he would have missed it.

He would have missed Jamal slipping down the stairs and glancing over his shoulder suspiciously. He would have missed the way he headed toward a corner he knew was empty and disappeared. If he had left the church he would have never known that Jamal was bad news.

Nikolas stood and headed toward the shelf that Jamal had disappeared through. Pressing his ear against the wall. All his detective alarms going off telling him that his gut instinct about Jamal was right and not just jealousy. Knowing Sofia would never believe him.

"That cop friend of hers is in love with her. If I didn't make a move he would have."

"Don't act like you won't enjoy the perks...I know I did."

"I'm not denying that. But this marriage is just a means to an end."

Nik knew better than anyone...Sofia sufferered because of him.

1962 Pt2 - Come Back To Me

[iluvsumbucky]

First please check out the writer's warnings about this before reading. Second I have to say that I'm hooked on this fabulous series! All the twists & turns have me on the edge of my seat, nervous & anxious, wondering what will happen next!! I can't believe that we're almost at the end. The rest of my comments are under the break since they have spoilers in them & are a bit long.  

I can feel the tension growing as Ransom & Steve are waiting for the person in the photo to show & when the man in the photo finally arrives, enters the warehouse & calls out for Harlan, I'm ready to bite my nails wondering who it is & if we were right about it. When Ransom reminds Steve that they need to wait Steve's reply about control issues had me roiling eyes & scoffing. Excuse me Steven, that's a little bit

As much as I can't stand Steve, I want to know the same thing he does, why? Why was all this done?

I'm not shocked when the doors swing open & Harlan says, “Walter…” I had a feeling that's who was in the photo & when Harlan asks, “I’d like an explanation,” “Why?” I'm eagerly awaiting Walt's answer. And what he says, necessity, to get what is rightfully his, because he's Harlan's son has me shaking my head. I had a feeling that greed was involved. But I can feel Walt's fear when he spins around & sees Steve & Ransom & when Peggy's death is brought up can feel that fear grow, especially when Steve says why Walt tried to kill him. Steve's right, Walt's plan backfired big time but Ransom makes a Damn Good Point when he asks if Walt is really smart enough to have thought all this by himself. Hmmm, that makes me start thinking & now I'm worried that Ransom might be right & if so, who else could be involved?

The way Walt starts to insult them kind of proves Ransom's point, I mean it's dumb to antagonize someone who wants to kill you & if he thinks that Steve or Ransom won't do it because of Harlan again it just shows that he's an idiot. What happens next , Steve pulling a gun on Walt & Walt begging Harlan doesn't surprise me. What Harlan says also doesn't surprise me even though I know it's tearing him apart. I'm not shocked when Steve pulls the trigger, we all knew it was coming once they found out what he did. But I'm almost holding my breath when Steve feels the barrel of Ransom's gun against his temple. While Harlan might be right about Ransom wanting to get revenge if he was in Steve's shoes, I agree with what Ransom says, she didn't deserve any of what happened. And then what Steve says about Ransom never taking responsibility for his own shit that it's always someone else's fault has me ready to say seriously Steve, talk about

Then I'm giving Steve the look when he says the bit about fucking her & how enjoyable it was before he says it was wrong. I don't trust Steve, I don't think he's being sincere & I don't believe anything that he says. When Ransom lowers his gun, I feel that he's making a huge mistake & I really hope I'm wrong.

My heart started to sink at first when the beeping woke her up but what she sees has me ready to scream, OMG!!! Ari's eyes are open. As she yells for help & hits the emergency button & then grabs his hand & his fingers tighten around hers my eyes tear up. When she gets ushered out of the room, I'm anxious as she waits for someone to tell her something & when one of the nurses pokes their head out & tells her that it's okay & that he's going to be alright, I let out a huge sigh of relief! The way he greets her when she steps back in his room has me smiling & tearing up even more. I had to snicker at the look the doc gives Ari when he says that he's fine & then what gets said when he's told that he's going have to talk to the police has me shaking my head. I'm not surprised at the talk they have when they are alone but I can imagine the look on his face when she tells him that she's pregnant. I feel for her as she tells him that she doesn't know what she's going to do or if it's Steve or Ransom's. But what he says next about maybe she should let Ransom know he's awake does surprise me & I'm not sure if I believe that it's so Ransom can help fend off the police. And what he tells her about having Nat take her home so she can get food, rest & a shower has my curiosity growing & I'm starting to get the feeling that something else might be going on. I'm hoping I'm wrong as her & Nat go the back way & leave the hospital.

I don't blame Ransom for wanting to hear Steve say the words 'I'm sorry'. Don't we all want to hear those words from a person who has caused us & someone we care about pain & trauma. Of course, Steve has to get that did in again as he says that he's sorry, Sorry he…fucked his fiancée. I can't help wondering what Ransom would have done if his phone hadn't rang. The conversation he has with her makes me nervous as he almost slips & when he asks her 'we' I get a very uneasy feeling. That uneasy feeling grows when Steve asks what did you think she meant by ‘we’ & then that uneasy feeling turns into a bad feeling as Steve figures it out that she's pregnant & that they doesn't know whose it is. Ransom is right when he tells Harlan that he can't let Steve live & Steve's comment about who will be taken out in a body bag has me anxious & nervous. I can feel another part of Harlan's heart break as he tells them that he loves them both & walks out. I knew the moment Harlan was out the door that all hell was going to break loose & it does & I'm on the edge of my seat as they fight. When Ransom feel pain in his abdomen my stomach drops & I'm ready to scream,

Steve stabbed him!! Then when Steve smirks & says, “I could put you outta your misery,” But instead, I’m gonna sit here, watch the light go out in your eyes. Then imma find your girl…and that baby, make them both mine. She might resist at first but, well, I always get what I want…” my heart sinks, especially as he knocks Ransom's gun further away. Steve can't win, Nooo, he can't!!! My jaw drops as Ransom pulls Steve's gun, hits him in the head & I'm holding my breath as he tells him to Eat Shit & shoots him. OMG!!! I can't believe that they don't have to worry about Steve anymore. Steve didn't leave Ransom a choice, he showed that he couldn't be trusted & he would have never left her alone & as long as he was alive she would have never had a moment of peace & would have always been looking over her shoulder for him. But now I'm wondering how badly is Ransom hurt & if he can get some help before he bleeds out, because even with all the bad choices & mistakes he's made, Ransom does care about her & is willing to do anything so that she will be happy.

I feel like I'm on the edge of my seat as Ari talks with Sammy & Kabede & when he mentions the photos & that it was Walt who met with Rumlow, I was ready to let out a sigh of relief until they talk about getting the photos to Ransom & where Ari hid them. And when Ari is told where Ransom is my curiosity grows especially as Ari asks how & he replies maybe & then says that he needs to call Ransom now. Where did the photos come from & what else does Ari know? Was Ransom right when he said the Walt wasn't smart enough to plan all this? I'm relieved that Ari calls him since Ransom is hurt & when Ari starts to tell him why he calls & Ransom tells him that Walt is dead, Steve shot him & that he shot Steve & he dead but Steve stabbed him, I can't help wondering what Ari might have said if he hadn't realized how delirious Ransom was. What Ari said about his sister if he let Ransom bleed out is true & I've got my fingers crossed as he asks Ransom where he is. But the way Ransom replies has my hearting & I'm hoping that Harlan can get back to him in time. I know that Ransom means it when he says that the baby is his right before he loses consciousness.

OMG!!! Again I can't believe that they don't have to worry about Steve, but now I'm wondering if Walt had help, if someone else was the mastermind behind this plan & if so who could it be? IS it someone in the family? Is it someone that they consider family? A friend? And if there is someone else who was in on the plan, will they go after her now that not Walt & Steve are dead? Is she's in danger now & the fact that her Nat kind of snuck out of the hospital mean something? I can't wait to see what will happen next. I can't believe we're almost at the end.

Brothers In Arms

Part 8: On A Night Like This

Summary: Ransom and Steve confront the person responsible for the botched hit, which killed Peggy. Having dealt with that particular ‘issue’, the brothers then turn their attention to one another. That’s it, that’s all you’re getting…

Warnings: Bad language, violence, guns, knives, blood, death….

Pairing: MOB Ransom Drysdale x Reader. Mentions of MOB Steve Rogers x Reader. Both are shady…they’re MOB bosses…go figure.

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 of the characters contained within this series bar the Reader and any other OCs that may or may not be mentioned. I do not give permission for this to be translated and/or reposted on any other platforms. Reblogs are fine: Sharing is caring.

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Thank you as always to @spectre-posts ❤️❤️💪🏼

Brothers In Arms Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Part 7

W/C 5.2k

Steve and Ransom sat in the Audi SUV, hidden from sight in the dark car park of the warehouse that has one been the hub for the Blood Like Wine publishing company. Now, it lay dark and empty, a front for the less legitimate side of the Thrombey family business.

“Think he’s gonna show?” Steve asked and Ransom rolled his eyes.

“He’s no reason not to. He has no idea why Grandpa asked to meet him.”

"You better be right." Steve's tone was threatening.

"And if I'm not..." Ransom’s was of equal measure.

Steve simply scoffed and stared straight out of the windshield.

It was a few moments later when a pair of headlights slowed at the entrance, turning into the parking lot. As the electric barrier opened, Ransom took a deep breath.

“He’s here…”

“Good…” Steve moved and Ransom grabbed his arm.

“We wait, like grandpa said. Let him get inside. Harlan deserves his explanation.”

Steve took a growling inhale through his nose as his eyes rolled in annoyance. "I'm getting tired of your control issues, Hugh."

“And I’m getting tired of the fact you exist.” Ransom drawled back.

The car stopped in front of the small entrance door. As sure as the sun rises in the east, the man they were waiting for stepped out. He was curling his chin into the collar of his coat as he walked into the warehouse. The twins could hear him vaguely shout for Harlan.

“He’s got two minutes.” Steve practically snarled, “as much as you and Harlan might like to believe you’re callin’ the shots, I wanna know why he did what he did.” He took a deep breath, “why he ended up killing my wife.”

"Two minutes...."

Steve looked at Ransom, who stared straight back at him, before he turned away to look out of the window.

Inside the warehouse, Harlan was perched in one of the chairs, which sat round the huge table, the only things that the deserted warehouse now housed. A shout signaled that the man he’d called was here to see him. With a sigh, he waited, watching the double doors. They swung open, and Harlan looked over at the face of the man who had destroyed the remaining thin shreds of hope the Patriarch had of reconciling his at war grandsons.

“Walter…”

"Dad..." Harlan's only remaining son replied. "What's this about?"

Harlan simply slid the photo, which was face down on the table towards him. Walt eyed the 5x7 square and then looked up at his father. With a stoic face, he lifted the image and felt his throat go dry at the black and white contrasted evidence in his fingers.

“I’d like an explanation,” Harlan leaned forward, his fingers lacing together, hands clasped on the table. “Why?”

Walt licked his lips, "necessity."

“Necessity.” Harlan stared back. “Necessity for what, exactly?”

“To get what is rightfully mine.” Walt replied, his tone carried a hint of annoyance.

"What's yours?" Harlan chuckled, his tone flat. "You think that the head seat at the table is yours?"

“It should be!” Walt dropped the photo to the table. “I am your son!”

"You are NOT the son I needed you to be!" Harlan slammed his hand flat on the mahogany surface as he stood threateningly and leaned over, both his hands flat on the table.

Walt scoffed, “have you ever stopped to consider why that is, Dad? You made no secret about the fact Sarah and Linda were your precious little girls, you couldn’t have given a shit about me!” Walt shook his head, his hand running through his hair, “even when Sarah ran away with that fucking prick, Rogers, you welcomed her and his sons back, with open arms. When she died, Linda took them in, and they got everything from you!”

A snort from behind made Walt spin to see his twin nephews stood in the doorway through which he had entered mere moments ago. Identical in everything bar hair colour and their outfits, they stood stock still, eyes flashing dangerously. Ransom’s arms were folded across his chest, Steve’s hands rested against the buckle of his belt.

“I didn’t ask for any of that.” Steve replied, his voice low. “So, what makes you believe that gives you the god given right to-“

“Peggy’s death was an accident…” Walt shook his head, “that hit was meant for you.”

“Oh, well, that makes it okay then.” Steve replied, sarcastically as he took a step into the room. Ransom remained where he was, as he opened his mouth to talk.

“Why Steve?” He asked, his eyes moving from his brother to uncle. “His firm and business was nothing to do with Grandpa. It belonged to my dad, and you had no right to any of that.”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Steve scoffed, his tone and stance menacing as he advanced on Walt. “To frame you… set it up as if this was all your doing. With me dead, and you to blame for it…Granddad would cast you out, or you’d be in prison. Either way, the path would be clear for him. Only it backfired, big time. Because not only did he kill the wrong person, Granddad believed you…just like he always did.”

“And you really believe he thought of all that by himself?” Ransom snorted. “Come on, Steeby, think he’s really that smart?”

“Listen here you little shit…” Walt started but Steve was quick to shove him hard on the shoulder, sending him staggering back.

“No, you’re done talking.” In a flash, Steve whipped the gun from his waistband. “And soon you’re gonna be done breathing too.”

Walt swallowed, his eyes fixed on the barrel of Steve’s gun. He took a deep breath, and his eyes then flicked to Harlan as he started to back away. “Dad…please…”

"This war is on you," Harlan spoke with conviction. "The body count, the destruction, that's you. All because you're a selfish prick who craves attention. My seat never would have been yours. And what happens to you from here, I have no control over.”

Ransom watched Harlan carefully as he tried to keep his emotions in check. This would be tearing the old man in two, but there was no other way. Walt had betrayed him, betrayed the family, their ways, and their code. Anyone who did that ended up six feet under, or in the bay with concrete shoes.

If they were lucky, they’d be dead first.

Walt swallowed, as Harlan’s words sunk in. “Dad…you…you’re gonna just let him…let him kill me?” His voice was a high-pitched shriek, a plea.

“We have a code.” Harlan looked at him, shaking his head. “Family first, family second, and family third. You broke that.” He took a deep breath and shook his head, “I wish it didn’t have to end like this, I really do.”

Walt’s face crumpled, as he realised his fate was all but sealed, and his dad wasn’t going to bail him out. “But Donna…Jacob…”

“Will be taken care of, looked after.” Harlan nodded.

“Please…I’ll…I’ll do anything.” Walt sniffed, “I’ll go, I’ll leave…never to return…dad! PLEASE!”

“We’ve always dealt with our grievances amongst ourselves, you know that.” Harlan looked at Walt sadly. “It’s up to Steve and Ransom now, as to how they see fit to deal with you. It’s their lives and relationships you wrecked. I love you son, I’m your father, I have to. But I don’t like you very much.”

The last moment Walt looked at Steve, a shot rang out as discharge smoke escaped the barrel. None of the men flinched when gun fired. Walt's body fell to the concrete the moment the bullet penetrated his skull.

“Thank you.” Harlan sniffed a little.

“What for?” Steve’s eyes didn’t move from his Uncle’s dead body as it lay on the warehouse floor.

“For making it quick.” Harlan spoke softly, “for not making him suffer.”

“I didn’t do that for you, or for him.” Steve took a deep breath, his head turning towards his grandfather as he lowered his gun. “I was just sick of his pathetic, sniveling and groveling.”

Ransom stood there, each twitch and tick from the other two men under close observation as the warehouse feel silent. Then he raised his arm. The next sound was the cocking click and Steve felt the cold barrel of Ransom’s gun against his temple.

Steve began to laugh, “really? Whilst my back was turned?”

Harlan sighed heavily. “Boys…can’t you see? This…this whole thing, it’s a regrettable set of circumstances but Ransom, put yourself in Steve’s shoes. If it was Y/N who had been killed, you’d have wanted revenge just as much.”

Ransom’s jaw ticked, “she didn’t deserve what happened to her.”

“From what I heard you had a pretty good hand in hurting her yourself…” Steve sneered.

“Because of you…”

“You can never take responsibility for your own shit, can you?” Steve laughed, “it’s always someone else’s fault.”

“Oh, and you can?”

“Yeah, yeah I do.” Steve turned and stared at his brother, unflinching. “I own my mistakes. And yes…assuming you ordered the hit was one of them. I was wrong. And as for fucking Y/N…as enjoyable as it was, yes, that was wrong too.”

“Ransom…” Harlan spoke again, and Ransom swallowed, and lowered his gun.

*******

A loud and persistent bleeping noise jerked you from where you were sleeping in the chair by Ari’s bed. You glanced over to see your brother, his eyes open wide with fright, and he was gagging, almost like he was choking.

You jumped up, yelling for help as you hit the emergency call button over the top of his bed.

“Hey…” you gripped his hand, “Ari, it’s okay, I’m here…”

His fingers tightened around yours, his face still utterly shocked and before you could say another word, the room was flooded with doctors and nurses alike. You were ushered outside, despite your loud protests where Natasha, Sam and Kabede were waiting.

“Y/N…” Natasha tried to sooth you, but you shrugged her off, your eyes still staring through the window into Ari’s room. You couldn’t see him; he was surrounded by people but then the door opened and one of the nurses you’d come to recognise poked her head outside.

“Hey, it’s okay…” she smiled gently, “he’s just coming round and the breathing tube in his throat panicked him a little, that’s all. He’s fine.”

“He’s going to be alright?”

The nurse smiled. “Well, I’d say so. The Doctor will be able to tell you a little more once she’s finished her checks but, he’s asking for you.”

You let out a small sob and felt Sammy’s arms wrap around you. He rubbed your back before you pulled away and gave him a little smile.

“Go.” he jerked his head towards the room, and you nodded. With a deep breath, and a wipe of your face with your hands, you pulled open the door and stepped in.

Ari immediately looked at you, his eyes blinking heavily, and he smiled. “Hey, Booger.”

His voice was raspy, painful sounding, but to you it was the most wonderful noise you’d ever heard. The voice that had so many times as a child hushed you to sleep from your nightmares when your parents hadn’t been around, the voice that liked to call you and leave dumb messages on your voice mail.

“Oh, Ari…”you sniffed as you hurried to the bed. You leaned down to hug him round his neck, as much as you could that is. You kissed his bearded cheek, reached for his hand. “You scared me so much.”

“I’m fine…” Ari insisted, “ain’t that right, doc?”

The Doctor gave Ari a withering look, which made him pull a face and you spluttered a laugh. “Fine isn’t the word I would use, Mr Thomas. You’re better than you were though, I’ll give you that.”

“How long was I out?” Ari asked.

“Three days, give or take.” you sighed.

“Huh…” he took a deep breath, and then winced, “so, what’s the damage?”

“Several broken ribs, extensive internal bleeding and a ruptured spleen which we had to remove.” The Doctor looked at him, “a few other minor abrasions…overall you were extremely lucky. Had that blade been an inch either side…”

Ari wrinkled his nose, “who needs a spleen anyway? So, when can I get outta here?”

You rolled your eyes as the Doctor let out a sigh. “Not for a while, I’m afraid. We need to keep monitoring you. You’re running a slight temperature which leads me to believe there might be an infection so I’m going to get you on some IV antibiotics to clear anything up. But most importantly, you need to rest.”

“Don’t even think about it.” You sternly shut Ari down as he opened his mouth, fully intending to argue.

He rolled his eyes. “Fine…fine…”

“And now you’re awake, the Police will want to speak to you.”

“What?” your eyes snapped to the Doctor.

“Miss, your brother was stabbed. It’s a serious assault. They wanted to know when he was-“

“It’s okay…” Ari looked at you, “they can come. Be a waste of their time, didn’t see or hear anything.”

“Hmmm, funny that.” The Doctor looked at him, “considering you were stabbed in the front at close range.”

“Must be trauma induced amnesia then.” Ari flashed another smile, and the Doctor rolled her eyes.

“I’ll have the nurse hook your IV up.” She simply shook her head and left.

As soon as she was clear of the room, you turned to Ari. “Don’t worry about the police,” he shook his head.

“I’m not concerned about them; I’m concerned about you! I know it was Barnes that did this. Why, why were you following Steve, Ari? What did you think was gonna happen?”

“Because I wanted to kill him.” Ari scoffed, “after what he did to you…”

You shook your head, “it isn’t worth this.”

“It is to me.”

You sniffed and dropped your head, “I’ve been so scared, so worried that I was gonna lose you too.”

“Hey, I’m here…” Ari squeezed your hands, “and I’m gonna be fine.”

You fell silent for a while, before you looked at him. “You missed thanksgiving.”

“Bummer.”

“I’ll say, hospital sandwiches are gross.”

“You’ve been here this whole time?” Ari frowned.

“Of course, I have, where else would I go? I didn’t wanna go back to yours, not least because we weren’t sure it would be safe.”

“Has Rogers been-“

“No.” You shook your head. “He called me after you’d…after Bucky had…but that’s it. I’ve heard nothing from him.”

“And Drysdale?”

“Saw him yesterday.” You popped a shoulder. “He came here, wanted to leave some security with me. Harlan had already done it, but Ransom doesn’t trust them…I’ve no idea what’s going on but…”

Ari frowned a little, before he took a deep breath. “Where is he now?”

“No idea.” You shrugged. “I’ve lost track of time and…” you trailed off, blinking a little as you stopped yourself from blurting out what you’d talked about.

“And what?”

“He left Natasha with me, with my consent. And then said he wouldn’t call or bother me unless I wanted to speak to him…but…”

“Y/N, what is it?”

“I’m…” you took a deep breath, “I’m pregnant, Ari…”

If it hadn’t been such a serious moment, you would have laughed at the look on your brothers face. The unflappable Ari Levinson wore a look of complete dumbfounded surprise. “You…you’re…”

You nodded, and then bowed your head, “and before you ask, no, I don’t know whether it is Steve or Ransom’s…and no I don’t know what I’m gonna do yet. I only found out earlier this morning.”

“Does Drysdale know?”

You nodded. “Long story but he saw the test…”

“Rogers?”

You shook your head, “no. No one knows bar you, Ransom and me.”

“Right…” Ari licked his lips. “Look…maybe you should let him know I’m awake.”

You blinked, “erm…okay, I mean-“

“He’ll be able to help fend off the police.” Ari looked at you, “there’s only so much my office will be able to do.”

You nodded, “I’ll…I’ll go and do it now.”

“And then, you get her to take you home. You need some proper food, a rest, and a shower. You stink.”

You scoffed, “you’re such a jerk.”

He grinned, “I know.” but then he grew a little more serious. “But I mean it, please. Take care of yourself…come back later on.”

“Ari, I don’t…”

“Please, Y/N. For me.”

“Fine, fine.”

“Thank you.” he smiled softly. You leaned over to kiss his cheek as you stood reluctantly from where you’d been sat on the edge of his bed.

“Food, nap, shower, then I’m straight back. I’ll fetch you some clothes and toiletries, okay?”

“Thank you.” Ari smiled.

With a final squeeze of his hand, you made for the door.

“Booger?” Ari stopped you before you could open it. You stopped and turned back to look at him. “Send Sammy and Kabede in will you, I can see them hovering outside.”

You nodded, before opening the door. “He wants to see you guys.” You smiled, stepping to the side. Kabede and Sammy both stepped in, allowing it to swing shut behind them. You turned to Natasha, “would you mind taking me back to Ari’s for a little while? He says I need a shower and he needs a few things…”

“Of course.” Natasha nodded.

“Oh, and…” You had been about to ask her to call Ransom to let him know that Ari was alive, but you stopped yourself. For some reason you wanted to do that yourself.

“And…”

“Nothing, doesn’t matter.”

Natasha eyed you for a moment, before she simply nodded. “Alright, let’s go, we can take the back route, avoid Harlan’s jokers.”

*******

The air in the warehouse was growing decidedly icier as the two brothers continued to face off against one another.

“Say it.” Ransom glared at Steve, his angry blue eyes not even blinking. “Say you’re sorry.”

Steve rolled his eyes, “I just said I was wrong…”

“Steven…” Harlan snapped.

“Okay, okay…” Steve sighed, “I’m sorry, alright. Sorry I…fucked your fiancée…”

Ransom growled and raised the gun again, but he was stopped dead when his phone rang.

It was a ring tone reserved only for one person, so he knew never to ignore it.

You.

The gun still pointed at Steve’s temple, he answered.

“Y/N?”

"Ransom...."

“Yeah?” His voice cracked, “I…is everything okay? Is the…”

His eyes still focused on Steve, he stopped himself dead, having almost slipped up there, and asked about the baby.

"Yes. I'm... I'm okay. We're okay."

“We as in…”

“Me, the baby, Ari…” your voice cracked. “He woke up…”

At that, Ransom took a deep breath, and he looked at Harlan. “Levinson is awake.”

Without waiting for his Grandad to answer, Ransom spoke again. “Does he need anything? Do you?”

“Erm…the police…”

“Don’t worry about that. We can call them off. I’m with my grandpa now, we’ll sort it.”

“Oh. Right.”

“Just…just don’t worry, it’s not…everything’s gonna be okay.” He finished a little lamely. “I-“

“I have to go.” You finished, a little meekly, “He just wanted to let you know he was awake…”

“Yeah, thank you.” His voice was a whisper as once more an overwhelming sadness enveloped him, crushing his chest like a band.

And then the line went dead

“See, all’s well that ends well.” Steve smirked, “big brother lives!”

“No thanks to you.”

“He was following me.” Steve shrugged, “you’d have done the same. Although I’m curious…” his face wore an annoyingly knowing expression as he studied his brother, “what else did you think she meant by ‘we’?”

"It’s of no concern to you," Ransom faltered just a bit with a quiver in his voice.

Steve noticed the display of emotion and cocked his head to one side, grinning. “Oh, you gotta be shitting me! I was only half-serious but…really? She’s pregnant?”

Ransom felt the nerve in his jaw tick as Steve suddenly started to chuckle. Besides them both Harlan groaned.

“What a plot twist this is, Ranny! She’s pregnant…and let me guess…you, and her, you both got no idea if it’s mine or yours!“ Steve clutched at his chest, howling with laughter.

“It won't matter, you won't live to see it." Ransom swallowed as Steve continued to laugh. Ransom glanced at Harlan. “You see now? See why I can’t let him live!?”

Harlan nodded but a look of sadness crossed his face as he looked at Ransom then to Steve, whose laughter died off.

“I guess I knew it would come to this, one way or another.” The old man shook his head, “I tried…”

“I did warn you this was only gonna end one way.” Steve popped a shoulder. “But let’s face it, you’re gonna be more disappointed when I walk outta here and he’s carried out in a bag.”

"You son of a bitch," Ransom growled.

“Now-now, that anyway to talk about our mother?” Steve asked lazily, as Harlan gave one last, sad sigh.

“She’d be devastated to see this, as am I.” He took a deep breath, before I looked at his grandsons. “I love you both.”

And with that, he turned and left.

The flick of Ransom's eyes toward Harlan gave Steve the opportunity for his right forearm to rise and swipe the barrel down toward the ground. Ransom's finger pulled the trigger to keep the 9m within his grasp. The bullet ricocheted, bouncing off the concrete.

He saw the blow coming in his peripheral and ducked, Steve’s fist swiping a fresh air. That gave Ransom the opportunity to strike with his gun held elbow right to his brother's face. The movement allowed Steve to stagger back but recover quickly with a gut punch to Ransom's middle, which caused the gun to fall from his hands.

“Oh dear…” Steve kicked it away, hand running through his hair.

Ransom growled in pure rage and ran, shoulder down shoving him right in the gut. Steve stumbled but wrapped his arms around Ransom and took him to the concrete as he lost balance. But that gave Ransom the advantage, for as they fell, Ransom was on top. His knees fell to each side of Steve's torso, and he sat up to his tallest height.

He smashed his fist straight into Steve’s face, pouring every single bit of anger and hurt he felt into his throws. Steve's reaction was to jolt his hips up to rock Ransom off his body so he could get his hands off to deflect the blows. It was futile, for a half dozen blows, until with immense strength, Steve crunched up and grabbed his brother's throat. He squeezed hard, causing Ransom to choke.

Ransom gripped at Steve’s hands, attempting to pry them off. When this didn’t work, he threw another punch at Steve’s head. The strike released his hands, but Steve still managed to top Ransom from his seat. His shoulder hit the concrete as he attempted to skid along the cold surface.

The gun, his gun, was just out of reach. He stretched in vain, and it was then that he felt a sharp, searing pain to the side of his abdomen.

“Unlucky for you, I brought a knife to the gun fight…” Steve gloated.

Ransom pushed himself to all fours, trying to stagger the few inches he needed, but was kicked harshly in the side, right where Steve had stabbed him. With a yell and a groan of pain he fell forward again, rolling to his back, his hands clutching at his left side where the knife had pierced him.

His blood felt warm and sticky as it flowed through his fingers. He was hurt, badly.

“Oh, Hugh…” Steve crouched down as Ransom looked up at him.

Ransom felt the gurgle of blood filling his throat. He was stabbed, beat, and banged up. Blood was trickling down his forehead and leaking from his lip. His eyes glared back at ones that matched his own. Steve was worse for wear too, his nose broken, no doubt his jaw cracked from Ransom's facial attack and his eye was already swelling.

A sinister smirk crossed over Steve's own bleeding lips, "I could put you outta your misery,” he chuckled devilishly, his hand flying to his waistband where his gun was tucked. “But instead, I’m gonna sit here, watch the light go out in your eyes. Then imma find your girl…and that baby, make them both mine. She might resist at first but, well, I always get what I want…”

With a groan, Ransom stretched out with his left hand, towards his own gun which lay a little above his head, his teeth grit against the pain. Steve scoffed, and reached over, still in his crouched position to knock it further away. But it was the distraction Ransom needed. With a last surge of adrenaline-fueled energy, he sat up and pulled Steve’s gun from his brother’s waistband.

His fingers, slick with blood, slipped on the handle a little but he still had enough of a hold to smash the butt hard into Steve’s temple. His brother fell to his side with the blow, and as he stumbled, Ransom gripped the gun in both hands, cocking it. Steve pushed himself to his feet, as Ransom lay on the floor, gun aimed at his brother, whose face was ablaze with shock at what had just happened.

“Eat shit.” Ransom snarled as his slippery fingers pulled the trigger. The bullet hit Steve straight between the eyes, exactly the same way in which Steve had shot Walt no more than five minutes ago.

Steve's head cracked in the back as it made contact with the ground. In relief, Ransom fell back flat against the solid surface himself, the gun falling to his side. Inhaling deep, deep breaths, he led there, still bleeding out.

If he didn't get his adrenaline under control, he'd have only minutes.

The sting of his wound began to slowly settle in, and he groaned as he touched the seeping slit. "Fuck," he garbled.

But he was damned if he was going to meet his end now, not after this. Not when there was still a chance you might need him.

******

Ari watched you go through the window, raising his hand as you left, before he turned to Sammy and Kabede.,

“There’s not time to explain, but I need you both to do something for me.”

“Sure…”

“Before Barnes shanked me, I was tailing Steve. I wanted to smash his face in, but before I did that, I wanted to confront him with something.”

“What?” Sammy frowned.

“Photos of a meet between Rumlow and the person I believe to be the one who ordered the original hit on Steve, the one that killed Peggy. And it wasn’t Ransom. I wanted to show him exactly who it was that had betrayed him before I killed him.”

Sammy and Kabede exchanged looks. “Who was it?” Sammy asked.

Ari took a deep breath, “Walt Thrombey.”

Sammy’s mouth dropped open and Kabede frowned. “Seriously?”

Ari nodded before he swallowed and exhaled, grimacing at the sharp pain in his ribs. “I need you to get those photos to Ransom immediately. I wanna shut this damned feud down before my sister…before she gets hurt even more. She’s all that matters to me now.”

“So where are the photos?” Sammy asked.

Ari looked at the door, then dropped his voice even further. “Did you guys find my car?”

“Yeah… Max has it.”

“Okay, well I need you to tell him there’s an envelope, hidden in the driver’s side door panel. The photos are in there. Get that to Ransom.”

“You got it, boss.” Kabede stood up, pulling his phone from his pocket. He headed out into the corridor and Ari then looked at Sammy.

“You sure it was him?” Sammy asked.

Ari took another deep breath, “I’m not sure about anything, but at the very least it shows he met with Rumlow…and I don’t believe in coincidences. Not to that extent anyway.”

“Harlan’s gonna be pissed.”

“I’m pissed.” Ari snarled, “that my sister got caught up in all of this…and it’s down to Walt. Don’t get me wrong, it doesn’t excuse any of what Rogers, or Drysdale for that matter did, but if Peggy hadn’t been shot then there wouldn’t have been a feud to get caught in the middle of in the first place.”

Sammy sat silently for a moment, and then they both looked up as Kabede came back into the room.

“Drysdale is in Boston.”

“What?” Ari frowned.

“Max just told me. He and Steve flew out there together last night.”

“Together…” Ari looked at Sammy.

“That’s what Max said.”

Ari pondered for a moment, “huh…”

“What?”

“There’s only one reason I can think of that would make them do that. And that is that they must know already.” He licked his lips, then looked at Sammy. “Only how?”

“Maybe they figured it out?” Kabede offered.

“Maybe…” Ari bit his lip before he looked at Sammy. “I need to call Drysdale. Now.”

******

Ransom desperately needed his phone. His right hand pressed to his wound, he fished in his pocket with his left, groaning as he did so. He had no idea if it was even there.

Then he felt the weight of the device, deep in his coat side pocket, He cursed his camel-colored woolen coat as the sleeve caught on the pocket opening. His fingertips barely clung to his phone, but he managed to grip it and pull it free.

Trembling, blood-soaked fingers slipped on the screen, but before he could even attempt to dial anyone, it lit up with Levinson’s name and number.

"What?" His voice was coarse and raspy, wet with blood in the back of his throat.

“Nice to talk to you too,” Ari scoffed, “listen, I know you’re in Boston…which means you’ve probably figured out that the guy who organised the hit on Steve and tried to frame you is Walt. Someone sent me a photo, I didn’t have time to send it to you.”

Ari trailed off as Ransom began to laugh.

"Something funny, you fuck?" Ari grunted.

"Always were a little late to the party, Levinson," Ransom began coughing. “Walt is dead. Steve shot him. But it’s okay. I shot Steve and now he’s dead too. Mind you, fucker stabbed me first…”

"What?! He stabbed you?” Ari growled on his end, his brain registering Ransom’s almost delirious tone.

“Yup.” Ransom popped the p. “Then I shot him. Right between the eyes. Didn’t see it coming…or maybe he did.” He chuckled again, and then groaned. “Fahk…”

“You know, I’m half pressed to let you bleed out, Asshole, but Y/N would kill me.“ Ari spoke softly, “where are you?”

“Warehouse…” Ransom swallowed, his eyes growing heavy. “Need…need help…” he glanced over to where his dead brother lay. “And a body bag for that dead fuckstick.”

"What warehouse, Ransom?! I need a location to save your ass!”

“Grandpa…” Ransom mumbled, “he’s…he’s not far.”

"Alright. Just hang on. You die, my sister won't have shit, and trust me, you're taking care of this kid financially. No matter who's it is."

“It’s…isss mine…” Ransom slurred, and that was the last thing he said, as the phone slipped from his hand as darkness consumed him.

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[hotforharrysheart]

Boudoir Photos

Harry had been talking about it for quite a while now and you’d finally agreed, but every time you were about to do it, it got too intense, and things went off the rails. Either you would overheat or he would and it was just a hot mess. The times you did try mid-fuck, the pictures were blurry, and he was always disappointed. So you decided to take things into your own hands. Period. It was time to talk to a professional. Who knew Lambert would be so helpful? You’d barely gotten the idea out of your mouth, and he stopped you. He knew exactly what to do. “You need to go see Helene.” He said. You’d met her before, but you weren’t close. You decided that if you weren’t comfortable, you just wouldn’t do it.

Harry had a weekend working so Lambert made arrangements for a weekend in Paris with Helene.

That’s how you got where you were at the moment in the dressing room of a posh French lingerie shop, selecting which sets you wanted to wear for the camera. Nervous didn't begin to define your feelings at the moment.

You poke your head out of the dressing room door. “Helene!” You whisper shout.

She comes running over. “Yes?” She says in her beautiful accented French.

“These sets are, ummm…very revealing not to mention, ummm…very spendy.” You say, with saucer size eyes.

"First, let's not worry about the prices, I have a feeling this will be a tab Harry will be more than thrilled to pick up, and second, is it something you feel sexy in?" She asked with the cutest smile.

“I mean…they’re beautiful and…I feel beautiful. I’m just…this isn’t really what I’m used to.” You say from behind the curtain looking at your backside in the tri-fold mirror.

Encouraging you from the other side of the curtain. "Well, darling it's French and we enjoy our lingerie. Shall I see your favorite selections and I can tell you if it will photograph well?"

"I was thinking about this dark pink with the lace and velvet or should I select something classic like black?" You question while you hold up a black corset against your chest.

Helene pokes her head in. “Well, it depends darling. Did you want color or b&w photos? Oooo, that pink is beautiful and it will photograph either way beautifully!”

“I…I dunno which one.” You say with your mouth pouted to the side.

“You should get both of course.” Helene says with a great big smile.

You hadn’t expected all of this! “Ummm…I can tell you’re going to be a bad influence, Helene!”

Helene nods and you’re starting to understand that means you made the right decision. “If you'll hand them to me, I will take them to the counter to be boxed up while you are dressing, then I have a surprise for you!"

You blush and immediately begin to bite your cuticles, "Helene, I hope you know how much this means to me. And I don't need any special treatment. I don't want to put you out; you‘re already doing so much for me." She waves her hands in a very French way and says, “nonsense, darling. Get dressed.”

The lingerie shop made arrangements to courier your bags and boxes of bits and bobs to Helene’s studio for you. You and Helene had just walked out the door and down the sidewalk when she stopped just outside a beautifully ornate black and white shop front. She smiles a sneaky smile “Let’s go in here. I have an idea.”

You can't make out what the shop could possibly be from the outside. The black and white Damask curtains in the windows gave nothing away regarding the store merchandise. Once you enter, the first thing you notice is the sensual smell of vanilla, musk and flowers.

"You might be interested in some props for your shoot and this is the best place in Paris to shop,” Helene says meeting your eyes.

Wondering what on Earth she was going on about you cock your head to the side. “Props?” You’d just said it when you see the merchandise and you knew exactly what she meant.

She smiled her sneaky smile again.

You were astounded to say the least. "You mean, like I could use something from here during the session?"

Once again that sneaky smile appeared on her face. “You don’t have to if you’re not comfortable, of course, but it’s better safe than sorry, no? Can I make a suggestion?"

"Umm, if you have one, please do." You say awkwardly.

Helene picks up a gold box and points to it. "This line is extremely popular in boudoir shoots, it's sensual, yet classy."

Eyes a large as saucers, you turn looking to your left and right. You couldn't believe she had taken you to a French sex shop to select a spendy vibrator. You cross your arms across your chest like that would hide your nervousness. “Mm-hmm,” you clear your throat, “Do you…so, like, do women use these a lot in these shoots?”

You lean in closer to her and whisper. “I’ve…ummm…I’ve never masturbated in front of someone I wasn’t with before.”

"I want all my clients to do only what makes them feel most comfortable, however many, many women find that the most sensual pictures they have captured are ones when they feel the most aroused; and yes, women have masturbated for my camera before." She says, shrugging her shoulder as if she were reporting the weather. "You would be no different, if you felt like you wanted to try it."

You can't help but think back to the moments that Harry expresses how much he loves watching you get off for him. Biting your fingers, you decide on a pretty pink model that would get the job done and that you wouldn’t mind being photographed and hurry to the checkout counter.

Helene’s sneaky smile returns. “You chose a very good toy. It’ll photograph beautifully. I could show you some photos of my work when we get back to the studio if you’d like.”

“I’d like that.” You say nervously.

Helene rushes to reassure you. “You’ll find that you’ll become more comfortable as the shoot goes forward.”

Back at the studio, you look on in awe at some of the incredible shots she has gotten of women of all shapes, sizes, colors, ethnicities - she even had some of couples being intimate! It was astounding, utterly beautiful and extremely sexy.

“Helene! These are fascinating! And sooo sensual." You exclaim with wide eyes. "I just...I never knew…something like this happened. It's amazing!"

Helene speaks with a heavy accent. “Merci. We will have a wonderful very sexy shoot for you. You do what you’re comfortable with and it will be magnifique! Shall I show you the room I use for the shoot?"

You set the book of photos down blushing. "I'd love to see it!"

She takes you to a room of white plaster and brick distressed walls with 20-foot ceilings. Against the center wall is an enormous black and steel distressed wrought iron bed, complete with curves and lines as sensual as the subject of the photo shoot. A table sat next to one side with a beautiful colorful Tiffany stained glass lamp and a vase holding a purple orchid. Along one wall are floor to ceiling frosted, six-paned windows with a chaise chair in front upholstered in a gray satin linen fabric. The bed linens were white gauze and there were no less than eight large pillows of white and black, some were a satin linen, and some were furry.

Helene steps to the table to turn the lamp on. “Since your lingerie is pink, we will get some pink pillows to complement the color. Do you have a fabric preference?”

“Velvet. I love velvet.” The answer rolls off your tongue without much thought.

Helene nods. “Yes, that will work perfect with the velvet details on your lingerie.”

You let out a held breath.

“Are you nervous?” She asks placing her hands on her hips.

You blush. “I am, but I really want to do this for Harry. I know he’ll love it.”

She smiles at you, and you find that smile's more and more reassuring as time goes by. Maybe I can do this, you think to yourself, She's a professional and she's done this for a lot of other women. You look at your watch. "Helene, would you be free to go to the spa with me in the morning? We could get the works - nails, hair, massage?... I mean...It would really help me keep my nerves in check. What do you think? Please?"

Helene smiles a coy smile and you knew something was up. “Darling, I do appreciate the gesture, but it’s already been arranged! We are having a fabulous spa morning and you are getting hair and makeup as well. The car will pick you up at the hotel at 8:30 sharp.” She says kissing both cheeks. “Goodnight, love, sleep well and try not to worry.”

“Goodnight.” You say in return.

Back in your suite you settle in with a glass of French Rose and try to imagine the look on Harry's face when he sees just what you’ve been up to. "What a night that will be..." you muse to yourself, "One helluva night to remember..." You smile to yourself, biting your bottom lip in excitement. An hour later you fall asleep with those thoughts still on your mind.

The next morning at 8:30 sharp a car shows up with Helene in it to whisk you both off to the spa. There you are served a light breakfast and mimosas - very French Helene tells you. You spend the next three hours getting the works. You’re slightly tipsy and very relaxed as you make your way back to the studio.

Giggling you both make your way through the studio door. "Thank you so much for going with me to the shops yesterday and the spa today, I feel so much better about this...actually, I’m really looking forward to it!" You say with a smile and a hug.

"You are going to do fabulous and I think you both will be very, very pleased with the results." She smiles coyly again.

You step into the changing room and see your beautiful lingerie boxes. You pull out the pink one and are stunned. It’s even more revealing than you thought. The cups barely cover your breasts. The back of the panties are bare with little ruffles. Did I really pick this out? "Holy shit." you whisper to yourself.

You puff out a breath. “Here goes nothing.” You whisper to yourself as you pull the panties up. You turn around to look in the mirror and your eyes go wide. You can’t believe it’s actually you.

You hear Helene from the other room. “You ready darling? Don’t forget your toy.”

“Oh crap.” You think as you grab the box with the toy. You’re nervous but not as nervous as you’d thought you’d be about touching yourself in front of Helene. If you’re honest…it kinda turns you on. And the thought of Harry knowing you did that turns you on even more. You pull the curtain back and step into the bedroom setting.

As soon as you step in, Helene stops to look at you and it makes you look down, shit, did I get something wrong, you think. You look back up at Helene and say, "What?"

She just smiles and says, "You look stunning...and very, very sexy!" You let out a held breath and say, "Whew, thank god, I thought I messed something up. You think so? You really like it?"

She just giggles and says, "How do you feel in it?"

"Ya know, truthfully, I feel....very sexy, if I do say so myself!" You say and do a little twirl on your pink tipped toes.

Helene bends over in a cute laugh and claps her hands together, "Great, that's great!"

"If you want to put your toy in the bedside drawer for later you can," and she gestures to a table with the tall colorful Tiffany lamp on it.

You do as she says and then turn around to face her. “What…uhhhh…where do you want me? Should I just…” You gesture to the bed with a questioning look on your face.

“Let’s take some shots standing first. Go to the window and just do what feels natural. When you’re ready, go to the bed and do the same. Just relax. Forget I’m here. What would you do if Harry were taking these photos?” She says, matter-of-factly.

She takes around fifty shots by the window, utilizing the afternoon light and some drop-down, gauzy, curtains. Some looking at the camera, some looking out the window, some looking up, some looking down...all fairly tame. Suddenly she asks you to kneel on the bed on your hands and knees. Your breasts are hanging down and the barely there bra is hardly coving your nipples, in fact, it's rubbing across them back and forth. An unexpected moan leaves your mouth and your close your eyes. You bite your lip embarrassed.

"Click – click – click.” You hear the sound of the camera shutter.

"Don’t stop what you are doing right now," she says, "whatever you are thinking, go with it..."

You lick your lips.

She continues her instruction. “If it feels good, moan. If you need to close your eyes to put you in a special place, do so. If you want to take the lingerie off, do it.”

You can't help but think of the time Harry used the gauze curtains at the cottage to tie your legs to the bench. "Mmmm....Harry," slips out of your mouth.

You throw your head back, just like you did that time when he crawled in behind you...

"Click – click – click – Clickclickclick."

You sit back on your legs with your knees spread wide and run your hand down your neck, collarbone, down to your breasts. Hands on your breasts, you cup them, your fingers rubbing at your nipples.

"Click – click – click.”

You’re imaging Harry’s hands now. The velvet on the bra feels so good against your hands but all you can think about is getting the bra off. Eyes closed, your hands move behind you to unhook the bra.

"Click – click – click.”

As the bra works its way down your arms you hear the "click" and "whir" of the camera, but, truthfully, what you feel is much more intense. You feel Harry's stare. That one he does when his eyes turn black green with lust and he hardly blinks because he doesn't want to miss a thing. The cool air hits your nipples and they crinkle and get even harder than they already were...almost as if he's there breathing on them. You roll your head at the sensation. Your palms find your rigid nipples and you rub them in circles. “Mmmm…feels so good H.” You mutter to yourself. You know he’s not really there, but you’d gotten pretty good at imagining him fucking you over the years and now that you’d had the real thing, your fantasies were more intense.

So intense you swore you could smell your favorite candle – the one that smells like him. You moan again, unabashedly and run one hand down your body to your thigh and back up, the other seeing fit to pinch your nipple.

Helene smiles behind her camera. She knows you’re exactly in the right head space for this photo shoot and she knew she was going to get the best shots of the day in the next few minutes. She’s waiting for you to reach for the nightstand drawer.

You lay back on the bed, propped up by the fluffy pillows and your hands are caressing every part of your body…teasing… just the way that Harry would. Bottom lip between your teeth, you can't help drawing up your knees, held together still. You run your hands up and down your thighs, swaying your knees side to side. "Mmmm, babe.... touch me..." You whisper, eyes closed to see Harry’s face so vividly.

Both hands move to your thighs, running up and down. You pull both knees up to your chest feeling the air hit your bare bottom.

Ever so quiet, Helene has yet to stop taking photos. "Click – click – click.”

You can feel his breath on your skin as he whispers in your ear. “Make yourself cum, baby, and I’ll touch you.” Unconsciously, you nod and whimper. Resting your feet flat on the bed, you run your hands along the inside of your thighs. You can hear his breathing pick up. "Like this, Harry?" you ask into thin air.

You swear you can feel his curl dropping down on your tummy and the kiss of his raspberry lips there as he says, "Good girl. Keep going, love" The words are as loud in your ears as if he were there speaking them himself. You’re panting as your fingers slide down your slit, collecting your wetness. “Hold it up. Lemme see.” You hear him say like he has so many times, so you do.

"Click – click – click.”

You wiggle when you hear him say in your mind’s eye. “Touch your clit, honey.” Your fingers move slowly along your clit and you gasp and shiver at how good it feels. Harry’s voice is raspy and smooth as honey in your ear. “Wanna see ya use that toy.”

You reach over to the bedside table and grab your new toy and turn in on to low continuous vibration setting and rub it over your nipple. Your back arches and Harry's name leaves your mouth. You run the vibrator down your sternum, over your tummy and pause just before you reach your clit.

"Go on, babe, lemme see ya love..." He continues to whisper in your ear.

And with that, he might as well be there....

You lightly press the vibrator to your clit and your hips buck of their own accord. You slowly drag it to your entrance and your mouth opens in a silent, “Ohhhh” as it enters you. With the arm of the vibrator nestled against your clit, you say Harry’s name breathily.

You can hear him say, "Find our spot, babe, and make y’self cum.”

You move it in and out of your channel just like Harry would...in slowly, out slowly, over and over. You move your other hand to your breast to rub your nipples. Your breathing picks up and you feel a familiar tingle. “Mmmm…Harry!!!”

"Click – click – click.”

Holding still, your hips, thighs and legs begin to shake and quiver. Then the contractions begin and you can feel your body clench down on the vibe as you reach your high. You try to close your thighs, but it's no use...they’re being held open wide. As you begin to come down, your body is relaxing, your legs are bent and laid over to the side. You can't stop a low, light moan on that comes out with your rapid breathing. You slowly take the toy out and click it off.

"Click – click – click.”

You lay your head over on the pillow with your eyes closed. The room is quiet. You hear a few more soft clicks and then silence.

You hadn’t meant to fall asleep. You stretch and then realize where you’re at. Your hands automatically cover your naked breasts. “Did I really do this?” You think to yourself. You quietly get out of the bed and go to the dressing room to get changed and pack your lingerie and toy up. You tiptoe out of the room and into the hallway. “Helene?”

"I'm in here, love!" you hear her call from down the hall. Stopping to brace yourself for the onslaught of blushing embarrassment, you begin your walk toward the voice. "You can do this. You can do this." you think to yourself in an attempt to locate some deep-down store of bravery. Following the sound of mouse clicks and light music, you peek around the door frame of a smartly designed office and see Helene staring through black-frame glasses on the end of her nose at a large monitor on her desk. "Come in! You are going to love these shots!" she exclaims excitedly.

“Am I? Because this morning it all feels like a fever dream!” You say scratching the back of your head.

"Well, I'm quite proud of how lovely they turned out and I think you are going to be pleased. Come round", she gestures, "Take a look for yourself. I need to take a call down the hall, why don't you sit here and scroll through. Just click here and to go back and forth." And with that she grabs her phone and turns toward the door. She stops, turns and says, "He's really, really, really going to love them."

You sit down in her chair and look at the photos, eyes wide as saucers. “Is this what Harry sees when he looks at me?” You murmur to the empty room. It’s hard to recognize the person on the screen as you. Your fingers shake as you click the mouse and a new photo appears. When you get to the ones with you and the toy you’re stunned. Mouth open, eyes wide, you are astonished. “This is how I look when I cum?” You’re both excited and terrified for Harry to see these and the urge to stand in front of the monitor so Helene can’t see is strong.

You relax your mind and slow your breathing as you go back to the beginning. As you try and look with unbiased eyes, you must admit that the photos are gorgeous. You bite the tip of your nail when you think about Harry seeing these. You know he’s gonna be so happy which is, after all, why you did this to begin with!

You hear a click and look up and Helene is leaning against the door frame with her camera up to her eye. "I love to get a shot, if I can, when one of my girls is reviewing her photos. Their expressions when they begin to get comfortable with them are spectacular."

You smile at her and say, "Well, these are...uhmm...I mean...I don't really even know who that girl is." You look down, then back up to her, "but she's....sexy." Your eyes well with unshed tears, "I'm very proud of her."

Helene smiles and walks over to offer a hug. "Most of my girls who do these sessions walk away more in touch with their sensuality and with more confidence. Harry is gonna wonder what happened to you when you see him next."

You smile. “I didn’t know this was a life changing thing.” You tell her giggling and wiping your eyes

“Shall we pick the ones you want to print?” She says with a comforting smile.

"Sure, I have a few I already love and know that I want...and a couple that I'd like your opinion on." you say nibbling your fingers. Helene pulls your hand down looking at your nails. "You shouldn't do that, darling, you'll ruin your polish."

"You sound like Harry!" You say with a giggle.

After an hour and half of selecting shots, choosing which to do in Black and White and a couple to be changed to Sepia, you have a nice collection. "I have a catalog of books you can mount your photos in, would you like to look?" Helene asks. "In fact, I think I know of three options that would be perfect for Harry and we could have both of your initials embossed on them, they are leather and velvet."

Your eyes go big at the thought. “You can do all of that?”

Helene smiles. “I was told to take very good care of you. I know how important this is to you.” She side hugs you again

"How can I ever repay you, Helene!" you beam as you hug her again. You select a beautiful pink leather book with a darker pink velvet accents. The binding lines are gold and the inside pages are black with pink velvet mats for each photo. It comes in a beautiful leather case with an envelope enclosure complete with gold locking mechanism and handle. It's absolutely perfect and almost as expensive as six months’ worth of rent for you. Helene assures you that it's all going to be fine when she senses your hesitation. "Can I make a suggestion?" she says. "Sure!" you say. "Select double the pages to bind, leaving the last half blank." she says smiling coyly.

"Oh, no, Helene, I've come to recognize that smile." You say shaking your head and grinning.

She throws her head back and laughs. “You’re very perceptive. But, yes, I’m thinking… see a lot of my clients come back to me with their partners to do a couples boudoir shoot.” She says thoughtfully. “I think Harry would be very open to that and I could take beautiful photos of the two of you together. You’re both very sensual people.”

You blush and look down at your feet, then up through your lashes., "You mean like, in the bedroom?"

“Yes. It’d be up to the two of you, of course, how far you took it. It could be very tame or very sensual.” She says clasping your hands.

She pulls out a huge binder to show you examples. “Everything from fully clothed kisses, semi-naked kisses to fully-naked kisses…and more.” She says flipping the pages.

You meet her eyes. “And more?”

She flips more pages…and then you see couples in different positions…all beautiful, all very sexy and you’re imagining yourself and Harry in these photos.

“Ummm… can I?” You ask, holding out your hands for the binder.

She passes it to you and watches as you flip the pages, fingers moving to your lips and she knows you’ll be back.

[cursesavior]

It starts to occur to Suguru that Satoru's insistence might have something more behind it when he hears the desperation in his voice, frown tugging at the corners of his lips as his brows furrow in confusion. He could be whiny and clingy sometimes, but he'd never acted like this before, been so determined to keep him from a fight. What was wrong? Was he feeling on edge after receiving such a deep wound? Understandable, he supposes, with how rare it was for anything to do so much as land a blow on him, much less injure him so grievously. Still, something tells him that's not all it is. He wouldn't be acting this way if he was only worried about himself.

"You shouldn't talk like that. We were born strong- it's not their fault they were born weaker." He sighs, hating how arrogant he sounded at times, but it was just true. While some sorcerers were able to excel despite not having the strongest techniques for combat - Mei Mei was certainly a good example of that - the first years were, well... First years. They didn't have the experience, and they weren't born with inherently strong techniques. If it managed to do that well against the strongest students, surely they wouldn't be able to exorcise it alone. "The first years would be injured much worse than you if they were sent in - they might not make it. I won't let that happen." It's the duty of the strong to protect the weak, after all. Satoru always thought his righteousness was annoying, but he can't let it go, especially not when it comes to the underclassmen - it would be a waste for them to die so young.

The sound that comes from Satoru when he starts pulling away gives him pause even more than his actual words do - he just seems so... Anxious. Even as he pulls out those puppy-dog eyes ( the bastard doesn't play fair ) he can sense his nervous energy. He's playing every possible card to get him to stay - and, unfortunately, it's working as it always does. As much as they argue, he has a really hard time saying no to him when he truly wants something. The way he looks at him makes his chest feel all tight and his stomach flips, letting out a frustrated sigh as he turns his back to him, pulling his phone out of his pocket to call their principal - fine, Satoru wins again.

Suguru explains to their teacher that the curse is too strong for just one of them and that they'll need to wait until Satoru is in fighting condition again - proceeded by a lot of scolding from the other end of the line, and many, many polite apologies, until finally there's a click. What a headache... "I told Yaga that we'll deal with it tomorrow. That area's been closed off to the public, so it should be fine for now..." He sighs, turning back around to face him with a slight smile. "Don't complain about us having more work. Just be happy that I even agreed to this... And be more careful next time, alright?" He lectures him enough already, though, so instead he sits down on the empty space that had been left for him on the bed, kicking his feet up and leaning back against the pillows.

"Now that that's settled..." A grin creeps onto his expression as he rolls to fully face Satoru, looking more smug than he had any right to be. "Were you worried about me, Sa~to~ru~?" He teases, purring his name in that tone he'd reserved only for him. "Who knew you could be so sweet! What, did your near-death experience make you all soft?" Followed by a little laugh, though despite poking fun at him, there's a genuine fondness in his eyes as he gazes into those icy blues. It's rare for anyone to worry about him like that, so for him to try so hard to keep him out of danger... It's nice, even if it's unnecessary. Makes his chest feel all weird and warm and constricted - but in a strangely pleasant way. "And for the record, Millennium Actress isn't awful. You just don't get it."

          The school is protected.  There's no logical reason for him to be fretting like this, to be disturbed by the fact that Suguru is going to leave.  That he's going to go off of this protected ground.  Out there, there is nothing but biting curses who are going to be dying to take a bite out of him.  That are going to do anything they can to bring him down.  Suguru isn't a weakling by any stretch of the imagination, but the thought of him going alone...something about it makes his chest hurt.  It makes his stomach hurt.  It makes his head spin.  All he can think about is keep him there, even though it's not his place.  It's diminishing what the other can do, what his strengths are and how deeply connected he is to his aresonal of curses that he uses on the regular.  But it just...he can't shake the feeling.  He can't shake the thought that if he goes out there, he won't come back.

         〝  It does too count!  Shoko fixed me up and I was losing blood, that counts! 〞 Satoru winces  ––  he sounds desperate, even to his own ears.  It makes him bite at his bottom lip for a moment as he exhales through his nose.  He shouldn't be keeping him here.  This isn't like him.  But maybe he actually is more shaken up by the fact that the curse had attacked him so easily, so cleanly.  Not many can get a shot in on Satoru  ––  infinity makes sure of that.  But it had been down.  Suguru doesn't even have infinity.

         Fingers twine with his own  ––  it's not exactly a new thing, they do stuff like this all the time.  Satoru gets in his space far too many times for it to really be comfortable, but Suguru takes it in stride.  But there's something about the way their palms touch, about how he feels like his heart is choking him for a long moment.  He wants him to leave it to the first years.  Screw them  ––  they can be expendable.  Suguru cannot be.  〝  They need the practice.  I mean, come on.  If they can't fight a super hard curse, that's on them by this point.  〞

         It's not helping his case.  But Suguru's fingers slide from his own and he lets out a distressed sound in the back of his throat.  Getting some sleep doesn't sound good  ––  he'll be awake, staring at the clock, that anxiety eating him alive until Suguru comes back.  And what if he doesn't?   〝  C'mon, you've worked hard enough for today.  〞  He resorts to making his eyes as big as he possibly can, staring up at Suguru through his lashes.  〝  I'll pay for dinner and we can watch that awful movie that you love so much.  〞

[seungfl0wer]

hii i hope you're doing well! can i ask for bangchan fluff of him meeting the reader's older brother who they think of as a fatherly figure cus he raised them more than their parents?

very specific sorry

it's totally okay if you don't want to

I hope this is good🥺 I tried my best I was honestly stuck on this thought for the last few days. Writing and just deleting😂 side note I wrote this at 4am so I’m sorry for any spelling mistakes.

*Brotherly Love*

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You and Chan have been dating for 7 months now, he met your parents but today he’s finally meeting your brother. Your brother is finally back from abroad, excited to see him you ask Chan if he wanted to meet him as-well. He of course said yes although he seems a bit more nervous to meet your brother than he did with your parents.

You planed to go out to eat but with both Chan schedule and yours it was hard to find time for that. Your brother suggested going down to the icecream shop by the lake you two use to go to as kids. It made you so happy to think of sharing such a special place with Chan. Especially it being with him and your brother.

After schedule Chan met you at your house, he tried to dress up a small bit but also not wanting to dress to formal just for icecream. He smiled when you opened the door to greet him but quickly turned to a worried look “how do I look? Do I look to formal? Do I look sloppy?” His questions filled the air and you couldn’t help but giggle. “Chan, babe you’re meeting my brother not going on a date with him.” You teased.

He chuckled a bit playfully smacking your arm “I know I know I just- I’m nervous ok?” He said playing with his hair. Ah those little curls of his you just adored when he let his natural hair be. You kissed his cheek “you look handsome as always alright?” He nodded taking your hand and you both were off.

While sitting at a red light you turned to ask him something “why are you so nervous babe?” You said tilting your head a bit. He sighed “you always talk so highly of him, and he was such a big part of your life growing up. I feel like if he doesn’t like me it’d be a deal breaker.” His voice almost stutters the last part.

“Well I do take my brother opinion seriously I don’t think I’d let that effect us, cause I love you dummy” you said playful poking his cheek. Your words made him relax a bit knowing if he happens not to like him you aren’t just gonna go ghost. He places his hand on yours “and I love you to babe.”

You both arrive at the place seeing your brothers car you immediately run out of the car giving your brother a huge hug. He smiled at you patting the top of your head “dang did you shrink?” He teased. You rolled your eyes “nope you must have.”

Chan makes his way to you both fettling with his strings on his jacket. “Y/b/n this is Chan” you say introducing him as Chan bows a small bit “ah this is the one I keep hearing about huh?” Your brother says with a playful smile “I’m sorry I know you got your hands full with them” he says pushing you softly. Chan chuckles a bit “I’m not a lot to handle and why are you laughing” you say pouting.

Your brother messes your hair a bit “it’s nice to finally meet you” he says extending his hand out to Chan shaking hands. Your brother rests his shoulder on you “so we gonna get some icecream or just stand here all night” he says before walking towards the stand. “Bet I can beat you” you challenge him “always a compilation with you” he says with a smug smile “a challenge you always lose”

With that he says getting ready to run, you both sprint to the stand chan watching with a smile.

It made his heart so happy seeing you so happy. You somehow beat your brother there “hmm seems like you’re just getting old and can’t keep up” you teased “uh huh maybe I just didn’t want you to lose in front of your boyfriend.” He teased. You all 3 got your icecream and sat at the table near by. The night was filled with laughs as you all sat there. Reminiscing on the old times your brother and you had here. Chan and him bonded over music quickly, it felt like they were friends in a passed life how they just clicked so fast.

Before leaving your brother smiled at him ���I’m glad they have someone like you to keep them under control. But I’m also glad to start some new memories here with the 3 of us.” Your brother shyly said. Mooshy things were never something he was good at but he wanted to make sure Chan knew he was welcomed.

The smile on Chan’s face said it all, he was ecstatic to hear that. All the worries he had before were all gone and honestly he felt even closer to you after this.

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[heartofspells]

Holli. Holli holli holli. Queen of misery, laugher at my daily misfortunes (doves)

When All Falls to Ruins has awoken the need inside of me to read more about Regulus if Sirius died before him. (God I love hurting myself huh?)

So. Give me your worst. (If Sirius grieving Regulus is easier I'll take that too)

Ah, doves. What a treasure they are.

This is admittedly not my worst, I'll be honest. I'm not even sure it's what you wanted. It's not what I'd initially intended, but I had laptop issues, so I didn't get into his head like I wanted. But here it is. Enjoy??

(some unknown universe where Sirius dies a couple of years after Hogwarts and Regulus doesn't. i dunno)

"Say that again."

The person – he can't even remember the man's name and doesn't wish to hear it again now – shifts his eyes from side to side warily, hands fidgeting in front of him, fingers tugging at fingers, clearly nervous. Regulus sneers at him.

"Sirius Black, your brother," the nearly sniveling man begins, "he's dead."

Regulus is quiet for a while, so long that the man ducks his head, trying to catch his eyes. His hand reaches out like he's going to attempt to poke, but Regulus pins him with an icy stare that causes him to instantly retract.

"You've been misinformed," he declares coldly. "Sirius, while foolish, isn't stupid enough to get himself killed."

"It's true!" protests the man. "Saw it happen myself. He's dead." He says it almost proudly, a smug gleam in his eyes. "Another Order member we don't have to worry about, eh?"

The look that passes over Regulus' face melts the expression away, sending the other back a step. His eyes drop to his feet as Regulus continues to stare at him, mouth twisting, an odd feeling swelling inside him.

"Who?"

"W-who?" stutters out the cowering man in front of him.

"Who killed him," bites out Regulus, anger flaring over his face.

"M-Macnair. He's the one. Got him in the back."

Regulus turns on his heel and leaves.

Two hours and one dead Death Eater later finds him standing in front of an unfamiliar door, his fist pounding against the wood twice. He's instantly confronted with a wand when it cracks open, puffy hazel eyes peering out at him suspiciously.

"What do you want?" comes Potter's voice, low and vibrating a little around the words.

"Nothing that wand is going to help with," responds Regulus levelly. "I came to talk about my brother."

Potter continues to eye him for a moment before the door swings open wider. The wand remains aimed in his direction, but Regulus ignores it as the other man's gaze sweeps their surroundings. Regulus glances into the cottage, a red head – Evans, he thinks he remembers – coming up behind him cautiously. He can see two other figures in their sitting room, half hidden behind a wall, one sitting on the sofa, back rigid, brown eyes swollen but intently focused on Regulus.

"You don't have a brother," snaps Potter, clearly on edge. Rage boils under the surface of Regulus' skin, invading his bones, liquifying them.

"You're right, I don't," he hisses, "because he's dead. And where were you? Wasn't that your job, to protect him? Isn't that why you so easily replaced me? He trusted you, said you'd always have his back, so where were you?"

Potter's wand falters, and he stumbles back a half-step. The woman reaches out for him, her gaze filled with harsh fire as she stares Regulus down. Potter's mouth works for a long time before he manages to speak.

"I – I wasn't there," stutters out Potter, his hand finally dropping. "I wasn't there. He was alone."

The last word slices Regulus' heart in half. Alone. He was alone. He takes a step forward, all emotion fading from his outward appearance as his insides roil.

"Then this rests on your head, Potter," he says in a near growl of sound. "You should have been there for him. All of you. This is your fault!"

A loud, drawn-out cry sounds from above them, and Potter seems to startle out of whatever daze he's fallen into. "Regulus – "

But he doesn't listen, can't hear it. His brother is dead, and he doesn't know what to do with that knowledge, because his brother hadn't been his brother in years. Regulus can't figure out where the agony is coming from if that's true.

He turns before Potter can continue, cutting off his words midsentence as he strides down the walk on shaking legs. His brother is gone, and the entire world is responsible, himself included.

[imthebadguyyy]

Mon Amour

Summary - You've grown up with Charles, and as much as you hate to admit it, you love him. Pierre knows, and clearly sees how desperately Charles loves you too. It's true what they say, love will always find a way.

The Monaco Grand Prix was one of the most fun, exhilarating and exciting Grand Prix's of the entire F1 Season. You were excited enough, and since you already lived nearby, all you had to do was make your way to Charles's home, and then make your way to the track together. To say you were excited was an understatement, and you could barely contain the nerves and excitement you were feeling.

Charles was nervous. He didn't know why, Monaco was his circuit, and he always drove well on the track. He had been confident through free practice, and he was starting on pole, with an excellent quali result. But he was nervous, and something told him it had nothing to do with the race, and everything to do with Y/N.

Y/N. His best friend. His go-to. His shoulder to cry on. She had been there through it all, when his dad died, when Jules died. Whenever he needed someone to talk to or just needed a hug, he could always turn to her. He had met Y/N at a go kart race, sitting with her mother, and eating an ice lolly. Her hair had been in two little ponytails, and she was wearing a pretty polka doted red and blue dress. He was sitting with Pierre, and couldn't help staring at the girl, not even paying attention to what Pierre was saying, until he had snapped his fingers in front of Charles's face to tell him the race was about to begin.

The race had been wonderful, and he had won first place. His dad and Pierre's dad had both been so proud, and had bought both of them ice creams, and as they sat eating their cones, Y/N had made her way over to the pair. "You drove really well today, and my mommy told me I should come over to say congratulations" Too surprised to say anything, he let Pierre take over, and watched as he conversed with her. Then, she turned to him and said, "Whats your name? Mine's Y/N' and he had managed to stutter out, "C-Charles"

And thats how your friendship had begun. Since then, you had accompanied him to every race he had, had been there when he signed for Sauber (Alfa Romeo) and then when he signed for Ferrari. You had been so proud, you had cried when he told you, and hugged him tight and told him that you were incredibly proud of him, and that you were sure that his dad and Jules would have been incredibly proud of him too. And then he had cried too, and you two had cried together, and spent the rest of the night together, just hugging each other.

And here you were again, at his door, looking simply stunning in the outfit you had picked for the race track, looking like an angel sent from heaven. Well, you were his angel. The problem was, he couldn't tell you. You didn't love him, and the last thing he needed was to jeopardise your relationship by confessing his feelings. His stupid, stupid feelings.

"You look gorgeous" Charles said, leaning forward to give you a hug, and a soft kiss on your cheek. If he had been looking at you, he probably would have seen how you had gotten slightly flustered at his gesture. "Thanks, you don't look too bad yourself' you replied, reciprocating his gesture by kissing his cheek. Apparently, neither one of you were good at paying attention, because you didn't see the way he blushed either. "Ready for the race?" "Always" "Is Pierre going to be there?" "Yes he is, we'll probably meet him on the way to the paddock" As much as he hated to admit it, he always felt a pang of jealousy when you brought up his best friend, because he thought that you had feelings for the Frenchman,

"Okay then" "Are you ready to go?"

Nodding your head, you picked up your purse and checked your reflection in the mirror one more time, and brushed a stray strand of unruly hair behind your ears. Grabbing the keys to his Ferrari, he closed the door as the both of you left his house. The car ride to the paddock was fairly quiet, as you made occasional comment about random things, and bopped your heads to some music.

Arriving at the paddock, Charles noticed the paps that were waiting to descend upon you two like vultures. "merde" he mumbled under his breath, knowing you didn't really liken your picture being taken by random strangers. Sighing, you reached out to touch his shoulder. Its okay. I don't mind" 'I know, but it's unfair to you to have your privacy invaded" he replied, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. "Hey, it's okay. Let's just go". Opening the car door, you took a deep breath to calm the nerves beginning to appear in your tummy.

But you needn't have worried. As soon as you opened the car door, Charles was by your side, lacing his fingers through yours, the other arm wrapping around your waist, to fully protect you from the prying cameras. Trying not to focus on how right it felt, to have his arm around your body, and to feel his fingers threading through your own. Your heart was beating so fast, you wouldn't be surprised if he could hear it, considering how closely wrapped he was around your own body. As the Ferrari garage came into view, you began to calm down, and became aware of the fact that his arm was still wrapped around your waist, and his hand was still holding yours.

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Walking over from the Toro Rosso/Alpha Tauri garage, Pierre spotted Charles and Y/N making their way over to the Ferrari. Noticing the way Charles kept his arm tightly around Y/N, he couldn't help but grin, and assumed that Charles had finally told Y/N how he felt about her. Grinning even more broadly, he strutted over to the Ferrari garage, and walked over to where his best friend was standing with Mattia and his race engineer. "Hello, mon ami. I see you've finally done it?" somewhat confused, Charles turned to face the frenchmen, and asked, "Done what?" 'Told Y/N you love her" Pierre replied, watching his friends face glow the same red as the colour of his car and race suit. "What?! I have done no such thing. What would make you think that?"

"Let me think, because you've been in love with her since we were children. Come on Charles, don't chicken out now. You should definitely tell her. She is an extremely attractive woman, and I won't be surprised if someone else also likes her or asks her out. You two are made for each other. Now stop delaying !" Sighing, Charles just shook his head, and went into his drivers room, turning halfway to wave at his friend. Somewhat frustrated, he walked into the room, kicking the door in the process. "fanculo, idiota!" he mumbled, hands reaching up to his head to pull on his and let out a growl.

"Charles? You okay ?" Y/N asked, peeking her head into his room, slight concern in her E/C eyes. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Just nervous" 'Nervous?' she asked walking in, and sitting down next to him. "Yeah, it's a big race, and points are very important if we want to beat Mercedes and actually win this year. Besides the last race wasn't that good, and Mattia was a little upset about it. I'm just a little nervous" Reaching out to take his hand into hers, Y/N ran a soft hand through his hair, and his eyes fluttered shut for a second. "Charles, listen to me. You are an incredibly talented person. When you get in the car, you push it to the limits and you give it everything. It's okay to be nervous, but you're on pole. I know you will give it your all, and every single person in this garage believes in you. And I believe in you the most. So go out there , and give it your everything. I know you can do it" As you had been speaking, Charles had been running his thumb over your knuckles, on the hand that was holding his, and when you finished, he raised it to his lips, and pressed his soft, pink lips to your knuckles.

"Thank you, tesoro" You froze. He had never called you 'sweetheart' before. You could feel your heart rate rising ever so slightly, and your breathing become slightly shallow, as his brown hazel eyes looked up into your own, and seemingly held your gaze. The tension in the room seemed to thicken, reaching upto a point where it was nearly suffocating. Heads leaning closer to each other, his hand tightening the grip he had on yours, sliding softly up your arm, as your eyes fluttered shut, the anticipation sending your heart rate up to crazy numbers. His face was so close to yours, you could feel his breath on your lips, almost hear his heartbeat, and hoping to God he couldn't hear how embarrassingly loud yours was. Just as your lips nearly touched, there was a knock on the door, and his race engineer, poked his head in, looking somewhat awkward. "Its time to go Charles, time to get in the car"

Sighing softly, he pulled away, as your eyes fluttered behind your eyelids. "Go and win this. I'll be cheering you on" you said, not quite meeting his eyes, but giving him a soft, half hearted smile. "Thanks" he said, giving your hand a squeeze, as he walked out to the garage to get in his car. Burying your head in your hands, you felt like you could scream, sob and punch something at the same time. Letting out a shaky breath, you ran a hand over your face and stood up, making your way up to where you were watching the race from.

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The race was over, and Charles had won 1st place, with Lewis in second and Valterri in third. As he had stood on the podium, he had found your face in the crowd, smiling and cheering for him, as you let out a whoop that he couldn't hear, but you didn't care. The adrenaline from the win was pumping through his veins, as he climbed down from the podium, eyes searching for you, as his teammates and crew congratulated him on his win, but he was really only half listening.

Then he saw you, standing in front of the garage, hair flying around in the wind that had picked up in the last lap of the race. Smiling as you looked up to see him, you began to run towards him, as he ran to meet you halfway. You jumped into his arms, as his wrapped around your thighs and your waist to keep you stable, as you wrapped yours around his muscled neck, leaning your forehead down to rest against his, as you muttered a soft "congratulations' in his ear, and pressed your lips to his temple, as his eyes closed, fully revelling in your embrace and body heat, not caring about how the paps had probably got a pretty good shot of you two, or how the tabloids were probably wetting themselves with article possibilities. 'thank you mon ange, thank you for supporting me" "anytime"

As you planted your feet back on the ground, and loosened your grip around him slowly, he moved his arm so one was wrapped around your waist, and the other rested loosely on his hip. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Pierre approaching, and smiled at his best friend. "Congratulation mon ami. That was a superb race. Y/N long time no see, seems like you have forgotten me"

Giggling, you stepped away from Charles to give him a hug. "Of course not, how could I forget my best friend! I was going to saw hello before the race but I didn't get the chance. Good race!" "Thank you, It's so good to see you again here. Looks like Charles has been taking up all your time" He said, smirking at the Monégasque driver, who blushed, before looking away. Laughing, you shook your head, moving your body closer to Charles's again. "Oh Y/N you should come to the party tonight. It's on a yacht, and we can have some good fun a well. What do you say ?' "Oh I'm in!"

"You can come as one of our plus ones" Pierre said, eyes shifting over to Charles's face which was the same colour as his bright red Ferrari suit. Charles wanted to punch and hug Pierre at the same time, clearly seeing what he was trying to do. "Yeah, okay I'll be there" "Great! See you then, bye for now. Go celebrate with your man"

"your man"

Why did that sound so right? Why did it make your heart burst with happiness? Why did you want him to be your man? And why did it seem like the one thing you wanted the most was the one thing you couldn't have.

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Looking at the mirror one last time, you smoothed out the silky material of the red satin dress you had decided to wear to the party. Paired with a black choker necklace, and a pair of sleek black heels to finish the outfit. You had gone bold with the makeup, winged liner and smoky eyeshadow. Finally, you had swiped a tube of ruby red lipstick across your lips, and sprayed some more -expensive -than -you -could -even -begin- to -fathom Gucci perfume that Charles had bought you for your birthday on your wrists, neck, ears, and body.

You didn't know what you were doing. But it felt good to be confident. It felt good to pretend as though you were completely in control, when all you wanted was to curl up in a little ball, and cry. You didn't know what you were doing, but it felt good to pretend as though you didn't care for Charles, when all you wanted to do was grab his stupidly handsome face and kiss his wonderfully soft, pink lips.

Shaking off your anxiety, you reached for the phone to call Pierre, who was supposed to pick you up and drive you to the party. Charles had wanted too, but he had to go and meet some friends who wanted to congratulate on his victory. Taking a deep breath, you picked up your black clutch, which had your phone, lipstick, tissues and your keys, just in time to hear a knock on the door. Walking over to the door of your Monaco apartment, you opened it to find Pierre, in a lovely light blue suit, hair slicked slightly with gel, and a Rolex on his wrist. As he looked at you, his eyes widened, and he looked at you in shock for a few seconds, before saying "You look absolutely stunning, princess. Absolutely gorgeous" "Thank you Pierre ! You're looking pretty dapper yourself, I must say" you replied, flashing him a smile. "Thank you Y/N/N. Someone won't be able to keep his eyes off of you" he said, smirking as he saw your eyes widen softly, as you grew visibly flustered. "Who?" You asked, suddenly interested in looking at the clutch in your hand. "Oh come on, Leonardo DiCaprio. Who do you think ?!'

"I don't know, Pierre. Why don't you tell me?"

"Ces deux idiots, Charles, you sweet dumbass!"

"Yeah right. Let's just go please, we are already late, and I don't want to be out for too long"

"Fine"

-------------------------------------------------------The party was extravagant. There were these model chicks everywhere, with the most minimal of clothing, drooling over whichever driver they could find. Charles had had this one blonde girl hit on him for nearly an hour, and he was nearing the end of his patience. He didn't want any random girl for a one night stand. He wanted Y/N. And she wasn't at the party yet. But God, he couldn't stop thinking about her. He couldn't stop thinking about the moment they had shared. They had almost kissed. His heart did little jumps whenever he thought about it, and GOD, he was not doing a good job at hiding it. Everyone in the room had noticed the lovestruck look on his face. From across the room, George and Alex made their way over the Monégasque driver, who looked lost, and slightly irritated.

"Hey man, good job today! That was an excellent race" "Thanks, you guys did brilliantly as well"

"So who's got you looking like a little lost puppy?" George asked, grinning at the man, who looked slightly flustered at his comment. "What? No one, just post race excitement I suppose?"

"I'm not taking your word for it. Who's the girl? Come on"

Just as Charles opened his mouth to speak, there was a slight distraction, as he turned towards the door on the left, where people kept coming and going, and his jaw dropped. It was Y/N. But she looked like an angel that had fallen from the heavens, and sent to bless his heart. As he watched her make her way across the room, with Pierre right behind her, he felt his mouth and throat become dry, and his heart felt like it was going to fail at any moment. His palms were becoming sweaty and he felt like a nervous wreck, ready to collapse at any moment.

"Wow, mate. Is that Y/N ? She looks stunning!" Alex said, smiling as he watched her make her way towards their little group. "Yeah it is mate. She looks absolutely gorgeous!" George said, waving to the woman as she neared them. Charles couldn't speak.He just stared. "When you've put your eyes back in your head, and closed your mouth, you could maybe compliment her, and finally ask her out." Alex said, noticing how his friend had become silent and kept opening and closing his mouth like a goldfish.

Laughing, George clapped Charles on the back, "Ah, so she's the one that's got you all lovey dovey. Good going mate, she's a beauty" As he finished speaking, Y/N had approached the group, and was saying hello to Alex. Leaning forward, George gave her a hug as well, having become acquainted with her through Pierre. "Y/N you look beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous" he said, smiling at her, "Thank you so much! You guys all look lovely too!"

'You're too kind Y/N, George looks like he hasn't even brushed his hair back properly" Alex joked, receiving a slight shove from the Brit. "And, Charles, what do you think? How do I look this fine evening?" you asked, turning to face him. His face was slightly flushed and he mumbled something that sounded like "mimblewimble" and then cleared his throat. "You look prettier than anyone here tonight. You look like an angel"

Completely awestruck at his words, all you could do was gape, and then mutter a soft thank you, and pray to God he couldn't feel the nerves radiating off of you. "Well, despite the lovely company, and palpable sexual tension, I'm going to go find Max and Daniel, and go get a drink" Alex said, giving Y/N a hug and leaving with George. Leaving you alone with a very flustered Charles. "Do you want to get out of here?' he asked suddenly, looking at you with his warm hazel brown eyes. "I just got here, but yes please. I already feel so out of place among these models and superstars" you said, giggling softly. "Well, they've got nothing on you. Trust me, you're fifteen times prettier than anyone else here"

"Thank you Charles" you said, smiling softly, and touching his arm. "Anytime,tesoro" there it was again, that nickname that had your heart jumping. The last time he had called you that you guys had almost kissed. The memory returned, filling your tummy with butterflies, and all you wanted to do was to grab his stupidly handsome face and kiss him. The two of you made your way down to the docks, where you had a special spot that was like a hidden cave, covered with some wildflowers and ivy, that you two had discovered when you guys were fifteen, and you had had a bad day at school. Charles had hugged you, and told you, "no matter how bad a day at school is, I will always be there to hug you and make you feel better, always" That was when you had fallen in love with him.

As you made your way to the cave, you shivered, the sea air that was blowing around was surprisingly chilly, and you had forgotten to bring a jacket. Being the gentleman that he was, Charles took of his dark blue suit jacket, and draped it around your soldiers. 'Can't have you freezing to death" "I won't" you replied, regretting your decision to wear heels. As the two of you reached the cave, you sat down on the floor, and pulled off your heels, and stretched your legs out, letting out a sigh as you did so. Smiling at your actions, Charles sat down next to you, his thigh brushing against yours, arm wrapping around your waist, as your head dropped onto his shoulder.Beneath you two, the water lapped gently against the rocks, and the soft sound was calming and soothing.

For a while, you stayed that way, you tracing random patterns onto his left hand, while his right arm that was wrapped around your waist traced circles on your waist. His head was resting on top of yours now, and in the chilly air, the warmth radiating off of his body was comforting. "Y/N, do you like Pierre?" he blurted out suddenly, making you look up at him in shock. "What makes you think that?' you asked, leaning slightly away from his body to look at his face properly. "Well, I just assumed, I guess, you do seem very very comfortable and happy around him" "Oh my god, you idiot" you said, giggling softly at the slight look of jealousy on his face. "Pierre was right"

"What was he right about ?"

"Nothing"

"Look I'm sorry, I don't know where that came from its just that I love you and -"

You cut him off, pressing your lips to his, as his arms wrapped around your torso, after initial surprise. Yours made his way to his shoulders, one on his shoulder, and the other to the back of his head, while his grip around your body tightened. You two fit together like two pieces of a puzzle, bodies moulding into each other, lips fitting like two puzzle pieces together. This was what you had been missing from your life. This passionate, romantic, breath taking love, one that made your heart go 200 miles an hour and then stop.

Charles couldn't believe what was happening. He was kissing Y/N, and it felt so right. She was intoxicating, the scent of her perfume was clouding his senses in the best way possible, filling him with a new need, a hunger that had been growing for so long was finally being satiated, and it was electrifying. He slid his hands up her back, to tangle his fingers in her hair, pulling ever so slightly, and revelling in the sound that left her lips.

Finally breaking away, panting and out of breath, he rested his forehead on hers. "je t'aime mon amour" he mumbled, eyelids fluttering shut. "I love you too. So much" Completely blissed out, the two remained in their embrace, neither of them wanting to break apart, from what felt like a dream. "Did you just kiss me, or am I dreaming" He asked, looking down at Y/N who had her head on his shoulder again.

"Why don't you kiss me again and find out ?"

"Of course, mon amour"

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[freindly-neighbourhood-anarchist]

☀︎︎-: 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 :-☀︎︎

Kimetsu no yaiba x reader

°•.《 characters 》.•°

Rengoku, Giyuu, Shinobu, Sanemi

Tw: Swearing because Sanemi is Sanemi

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I'm definitely gonna binge write this series after watching the movie, I literally cant stop thinking about it--

Send in as much requests as you want!! :))

I do fluff, different AU's, angst and NSFW(we'll see).

Keep in mind, I havent read the manga. I'm caught up to the train Arc and that's it, so try not to spoil anything by requesting characters that havent appeared yet lol

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Holding hands is sort of a need for him-

He's huge with PDA and holding your small hand within his reassures him quite a bit. He never needs to ask to hold your hand, he just grips it whenever and wherever.

I feel like he'll sense when your nervous and be really perceptive, so he'd hold your hand to ground you in a way

It's highly effectve.

"Delicious!" Your energetic boyfriend chirped, eating his takoyaki with fervour and a bright smile.

You ate your own food from across him, shaking your head a little with a slight smile slanting onto your lips.

It's definitely been a long day, so winding down and eating with your amazing boyfriend is definitely a preferable way to end it.

He sort of sensed your stress as you came back from training, sweat sleek across your forehead. And thus, he ran a bath for you and then took you out for dinner to take your mind off of whatever was bothering you.

He's always had a keen intuition and was brilliant at reading emotions on others. It was a weird super power at this point. But he noticed how relaxed you were now that you were with him, it melted his heart.

His eyes flickered over your expression, his eyes soft with adoration and affection." This is certainly calming after a long day!" He exclaimed happily.

At his jolly aura, you nodded in agreement," Honestly... It's like you have some weird superpower to make me forget about whatever was annoying me. Kinda freaky." You shivered.

Letting out a hearty laugh, the man reached out, interlacing his long fingers with yours suddenly. The warmth of his skin sending goosebumps over your arms.

"I just know you too well! Nothing wrong or freaky about that!" His grin was filled with light.

Your fingers tightened around his, his warm skin seemed to be heating up your own body as well. Thank God, you were beginning to get cold anyways.

"Have I ever told you about how cute your hands are!" It was more of a statement than a question, pulling his hand and your hand closer to him so he could get a better glimpse at your soft hands." So tiny... So soft. It's like I'm being touched by an angel!"

"Geez, you're cheesy."

"You love it~!"

"... Fair point."

•«☔︎ 𝙜𝙞𝙮𝙪𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙤𝙠𝙖 ☔︎»•

Bro I'm sorry, but I dont think he holds your hand much-

I feel like he thinks he doesnt need to show how much he loves you through actions, more so through blunt words.

But he will get the sudden urge to hold your hand every once in a while, so be prepared because he could get the jump on you at any point.

Doesnt like PDA that much, it makes him slightly uncomfortable because it's in public but I feel like he would get used to it later in your relationship.

Ocean-blue eyes stared at you hesitantly as you continued to speak about the new breathing technique you had learned.

Both you and Giyuu were walking peacefully through the garden you had grown over the years, the plants varying in different colours and sizes. They reminded him of you.

Your peaceful personality cued him to remember the petals of the flowers blowing gently in the breeze. Not to mention you smell very distinctly and sweet just like the flowers as well.

But as he walked with you in this haven, he felt pretty agitated and frustated. He hid it well with his usual deapan expressions, but he could feel the pit of the emotions growing bigger.

His hand twitched suddenly when the back of yours brushed against his, his cheeks tinting pink at the abrupt contact.

Gulping, he looked straight ahead with sharp eyes and a furrowed brow.

The atmosphere shifted.

And when you had stopped talking, he knew that you had noticed the harsh shift as well.

"Giyuu?... Are you feeling okay? You look like you're burning up." You questioned out of concern, a worried expression upon your face.

Shaking his head briefly, the ravenette continued to walk with his head staring straight ahead," I feel optimal. Why do you ask?" He was so obviously trying to change the subject.

You frowned a little at the stiff response and opened your mouth to respond but your boyfriend had beaten you to it.

"Let me h-... Hold your... Hand... Please." He uttered, looking down with red cheeks, an embarrassed scowl squirmed on his lips.

You were silent for a long while, making him wait nervously for your answer. What he wasn't expecting was the cute snort of laughter coming from you and grabbing his hand tightly within your own, your other hand wrapping around his forearm like it was a substitute teddy bear.

His cheeks heated up tenfold and he had to look away before you noticed.

"You're such a cutie. You don't need to ask to hold my hand you know?" You teased lightly, nudging him playfully by bumping your hip against his.

"I-it's embarrassing." He retorted.

"Whatever, cutie."

"No."

"Yes."

"Stop it."

꧁ꕥ 𝑲𝒐𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒖 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒖 ꕥ꧂

She would sooo tease you for wanting to hold her hand-

Like, she would hold it obvi, but she'd tease you about it for a good 5 minutes before finally giving up lol

Flustering you is one of her favourite pastimes, it was what your relationship was built on top of in the first place. Teasing eachother was always a thing you guys did.

But Kocho takes teasing to a MAXIMUM.

It's like you guys are challenging eachother to a tease off and she just refuses to loose. She'd rather die.

Dramatic but true

What a fucking queen-

"Ara, ara~ what was that? You want to hold my hand?" The raven haired woman pressed her hand against her lips, raising a suggestive eyebrow at you." Oh~ How scandalous! You're saying we should do pre-martial hand holding? why, that's practically a crime!"

You deadpanned at your girlfriend's words," Holding your hand is a crime?..."

"Mmhm!"

"But we literally made-out yester-"

She smiled at you passive-aggressively," I'm afraid we can't hold hands until we're married! Too bad!" She sighed, pretending to seem devastated ," How could you suggest we do such a lewd thing? In public, no less! You're quite the little scoundrel, hmm?~"

Your deadpan only deepened," Well then... I guess I'll just have to marry you then, hm? So I can hold your hand for the rest of my life." You chimed out, a slight twinkle in your eye. At the sight of Kocho's cheeks tinting a bright red, you smirked in triumph." Oya~? What's that I see? Is that blush?" You poked her warm cheek affectionately," I think it iiiis~!"

Biting her lip, Kocho scoffed and rolled her eyes," Just because you won doesn't mean you-... Shut up." She huffed out, losing her composure.

" Aha! So I won." You grinned out," I think I deserve a prize for winning for like... the first time." You said that last part quickly.

" You're not getting a kiss, if that's what you're referring to!" She smiled up at you passive aggressively.

Now the win didn't even feel like a win.

I guess, Kocho will always win in the end.

You pouted at her, eyebrows furrowed," You're so petty...." You groaned out, before a cheeky grin crossed over your lips," How about letting me hold your hand instead?"

Kocho stared at your grin with an unimpressed look, before her eyes softened and a gentle smile spread onto her perfect lips." Wipe that cheeky grin off of your face and I might consider it."

A bright smile instantly spread onto your lips and you held out your hand expectantly for her to take it. Her radiant smile only widened and her hand settled into yours, her warm fingers closing over your own as if she was keeping them safe in her hold.

" Now you have to marry me." She stated simply," I want to hold your hand in mine for the rest of my life as well."

᯾༄𖦹.𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕘𝕦𝕫𝕒𝕨𝕒 𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕚 .𖦹༄᯾

BRUUUUH THIS FUCKING MAN-

Ok, so hear me out lol-

I have read up on his character a tiny bit and bro he's such a fucking SOFTY like-

If you were to ask him to hold your hand he'd highkey have to process what you said for like a minute or two before finally agreeing to it lol

He has such a tough-guy exterior when on the inside he's actually really caring to those who are important to him.

Definitely one of those characters who seem like pricks but they like something cute like cats or something-

"Uhm... Sanemi?" You spoke up suddenly, interrupting the peaceful silence.

Your boyfriend broke out of his daze of appreciating your beauty and hummed to let you know that he was listening, picking up some of his uneaten rice with his chopsticks.

"Can... Can I h-hold your hand?"

He choked on the rice he was eating, coughing into his fist and thumping his other hand against his chest to try and get the rice that shot down the back of his throat to go down.

You went to get out of your chair to help him, concern etched onto your face, but he held a hand up to stop you. Instead, you simply passed your water to him, as of which he chugged greatfully.

When he had finally gained his composure, he held out a slightly trembling hand, his cheeks tinted red as he let out a gruff," yeah... Of course you can, idiot. You don't have to ask..."

Adoration bloomed in your chest at his words and you grabbed his outstretched hand, instantly interlocking your fingers with his. Absentmindedly, you ran your thumb up and down his hand comfortingly as you smiled like an idiot to yourself.

Ba-dump.

Sanemi's heart thumped in his chest at the look of love on your face, feeling his whole body heating up. The wind pillar was known for being ruthless, intimidating and quite frankly... A bit of an asshole.

But around you? He's a completely different person.

Between you and his little brother, he's always going to have a huge soft spot for you both.

So he'll always treat you well.

Squeezing your hand lovingly, he let a slight smirk curl onto his lips," You look like a dumbass smiling like that.... You must really like me, huh?" He tried to tease.

"I don't like you."

Arrows shot through his heart, his smirk dropping in an instant," Oi-!"

You giggled at his response," I love you."

The frown on his lips wobbled a little, threatening to break out into an idiotic smile. Clearing his throat, he looked away from you and pressed the back of his unoccupied hand against his mouth to hide the smile that threatened to appear.

"Oh..." He could only respond with," y-yeah... Same here."

"You're so socially inept."

"I'm damn not!!" He grumbled, eyebrows furrowing," I fucking love you too!! Is that better?"

You grinned childishly, bringing his hand up to your mouth and placing a light kiss to it," much better."

It's safe to say that this was the day he vowed to marry you.