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nik1okrock · 3 days ago

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𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓱𝓸𝓽 𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓻 !

Summary: you go to sleep in Riki's room <3

Genre: smut/crack

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, window sex, mating press, fingering so hard with huge rings on, multiple orgasms, I don't know anymore

Word count: 2k(and more) Masterlist

(please when you find the playlist while reading play it in order thank u <3)

It was late at night and the house was too hot for Seoul's muggy summer. Yet, the others slept soundly, including Riki, whose air conditioner was broken.

You stumbled into the middle of your room and prayed that no one had woken up—Sunghoon in particular.

You walked out of your room and took a quick look in your brother's. Sunghoon was sleeping loudly, like a dead man in a coffin. Once your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you made it to your destination without ending up face down on the floor.

The room was dark, even in daylight. The walls were gray and the curtains, blankets, and most of the furniture were black.

The smell of cologne and deodorant were giving you the feeling of being in a gas chamber, yet you had learned to call home that mixture of smells. The boy was snoring so loud he sounded like a chainsaw. Despite the fact that you hated this kind of noise, you made an exception for him. You slid under the sheets, stepping on what, knowing Riki, were a pair of used boxers. God, how messy he was.

Once settled, you were greeted by the warmth of Riki's sweaty skin, the broken air conditioner only made it more unbearable, but these were the sacrifices you were willing to make to be near him.

Riki stretched out an arm and made your cheek collide with his bare chest, a gust of cologne filled your nostrils and you coughed from how strong it was.

“Beb...” He babbled, unable to finish the word. Riki often talked in his sleep, even happened to bite you once or twice, and he snored as well. He held you close to him, not caring to give you any space to move. Your long hair tickled his nose and, after about ten minutes, he sneezed, waking up. “Beb, why are you here?” He mumbled, giving you a kiss on the forehead. His voice, slurred by sleep and extremely rough, made you blush, so you swallowed before answering. “I wasn't sleeping.”

You were used to Riki’s low voice tone, and yet, when he was tired it always had a strange effect on you. It was warm, deep and often hoarse, the kind of sound that you had decided to put among your favorites. "Don't you dare to snore." The boy urged with a yawn, tightening his grip on your body, and putting a leg on your hip, trapping you even more. "Said the tractor.” You chuckled, and Riki, who had been pretending to sleep, rolled you over so that you were lying on your stomach and sat down on his knees next to you, a big smile on his lips as he gently smacked you on the ass. "Isn't that nice of you, I don’t snore, you know?" Riki lied, you both knew way too well. "Then even touching my ass isn’t nice of you.” “Why not? You always do it!” He whined, crossing his arms to his chest like a small child. "Because I'm a woman, if you touch my ass it's harassment." You laughed at his childish behaviour, he knew you would never accuse him for harassing you. He was your boyfriend, this was just playful behaviour.

So you got on your knees, throwing yourself on Riki and started to tickle his sides. And you laughed while Riki suffered in silence, at least until a questionable sound came out of his lips. You stopped, looking at Riki with your eyes wide open, your pink cheeks turning more and more to a deeper shade of red. Riki, unaware of what had just happened, took the opportunity to attack and tickle you in turn.You let out a scream that could have even alarmed the neighbors, but then you started to laugh again, yelling at Riki to cut it off or you both would end up hurt.

Sunghoon, who was a light sleeper, jumped up when he heard his sister’s voice being so loud. He ran into your room, and finding it empty, followed your pleas coming from Riki’s room. Once he opened the door, he was greeted by Riki on top of you, smirking as you giggled before he leaned down to give you a sweet peck on the lips. Sunghoon covered his eyes, a bit embarrassed by the sight of his sister being kissed. “Hey you two! I don't want a nephew!” He raised his voice, you and Riki's heads darting towards Sunghoon as you both blushed. “We're-” you tried to complain but Sunghoon just smirked “Just use precautions.”

But at that, Riki leaned closer to your ear, you two were young dumb and almost always went at it like bunnies, ending up with someone in the apartment blasting music to cover your screams, moans and other noises. “We can fuck the condom tonight beb.” Riki whispered once your brother left, starting to kiss down your neck. “I wanna feel you raw.” And you hit him on his chest. “You're so stupid.” You laughed, but deep down you already knew it would end up like always, but this time it would have been Heeseung’s sex playlist because he wanted to make it funnier for everyone.

You found yourself on top of him, his strong hands flipping you over like it was nothing. His hands were on your ass immediately, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp. “You’re such a brat.” he muttered, lips brushing your jaw before he bit down, not hard enough to hurt but enough to leave a mark.

“Says the guy who’s already hard.” you retorted in a sing-song, grinding against him just to prove your point. He groaned, he said he hated when you teased him, yet he loved it. Clothes came off fast—his shorts, your shirt, a clumsy tangle of limbs and curses as you both tried to not laugh at how desperate you were—just like always. His body was a damn masterpiece, lean muscles, golden skin, and all you could do was drag your nails down his chest just to hear him swear. “Shit, you’re feral.” he hissed, his magnetic eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with that small sparkle that told you you would end up ruined. You were about to speak up when he leaned in to capture your lips with his, devouring you until both were slightly bleeding. Soon you found his face buried between your legs, the heat of his breath searing against you, tongue dragging slowly as he worked you over. And you are so gone, head thrown back, hips twitching, thighs trembling around his ears. The only soundtrack is the obscene wetness of his mouth on you, your choked moans, and “The party and the after party” by the weeknd blasting from Heeseung's room as he had put on his p to help you out—but in reality it was just Jungwon’s latest desperate attempt to drown out the symphony of you and Riki destroying each other; he had asked the members to put on music so they could sleep, but it was no use, it just made you two more loud.

Get yourself a boyfriend that's a dancer, your friends said, he'll be good. And damn if they were right, being able to follow the music and keep a steady rhythm might have been your death.

Your ears were ringing. Your vision blurred every time your spine arched off the mattress. Your legs shaking so hard they barely stayed hooked around his shoulders. His fingers humping in you along with his tongue so deep that you thought your pussy would get branded by his damn huge chrome hearts rings. They were part of him he didn't even take them off while having sex. And when you were about to come, he stopped.

He stopped and slammed into you, his balls against your ass as you scream so fucking loud for the stretch. “Beb, we've been together for two years and yet you still can't take me?” He mocked, he was big, he knew well, yet he couldn't feel anything but pleased when he heard you scream every time.He started moving, deep and hard, the bedframe slamming against the wall with every thrust. You were loud—too loud, moaning his name, clawing at his back, leaving red marks he’d probably flex about later. The room smelled like sex and sweat, the air thick with it, and you loved how gross it was, how real. Riki’s hair stuck to his forehead, his lips parted as he panted, and you pulled him down to kiss him, sloppy and wet, spit smearing between you and soon the first orgasm crashed into the both of you.

And soon another orgasm.

And another.

You lost count by now, time folded as you just knew that now was that “southbound” by Artemas was playing again for what could have probably been the fourth time. The two of you were always going at it like rabbits, bodies slick and tangled, pleasure drawn out like it might never end. At some point you’re flat on your back again, back arched off the wet bed, sheets soaked with sweat and God knows what else.

At some point he took you by the hair and got up, opening the curtains and pressing you against the cool glass, your nipples immediately hardening upon contact. He wraps one arm around your waist to both keep you up and pull your hips back into him, bending you forward in front of the window. He pushes back into you without warning, like he did earlier, though this time you’re better prepared; the side of your face is against the window as you cry out his name.

Minutes felt like hours, hours like days, long heavenly hours that wished could never end. You don't know how he's still strong enough to shift your almost limp body, but suddenly your legs are pushed up and pinned high beside your shoulders. His hands curled behind your knees, holding you wide open as he sinks into you again with no warning. He grunts as he slides home, balls-deep, moaning loudly, eyes locked onto your face, drinking every twitch, every gasp, every flutter of your lashes. His hips start pounding again, relentless, slapping into your soaked cunt with a wet, brutal rhythm. And when he came, he didn’t pull out—didn’t even try. You felt it, warm and thick, spilling inside you, and he groaned like he’d just won the lottery.

He collapsed on top of you, both of you panting, sticky with sweat and cum and god knows what else. The room was a wreck, the sheets soaked, and you could feel his release leaking out of you, pooling on the mattress—just like the first time that night.

And it was when he was about to start again when the alarm of his phone rang:

Just come outside for the night (yeah)

Take your time, get your light (yeah)

Johnny Dang, huh-uh

I been out geekin'

Bitch

Fein', fein', fein', fein'-fein' (yeah)

Fein', fein', fein', fein'-fein'

Fein', fein', fein', fein' (yeah)

“Ah shit” He cursed, out of breath as he had to pull out to go to turn off the alarm and you chuckled, did he really had “FE!N” as a morning alarm? Sure that woke him up pretty well. It was then when you noticed the sunlight peeking through the curtains, Heeseung’s playlist turning off and replaced by a predefined ringtone, five other phones starting to ring one after another, expressing the personalities of enhypen members and so you and Riki quickly wiped the fluids away from your bodies and slowly got dressed just to walk into the living room to be stared by everyone, even the manager that had just come. “How was your sleep, guys?” The manager asked, trying to break the awkward silence and both you and RIki blushed at Jungwon’s answer. “We clearly didn’t. A certain someone…” And he shooted a scolding look at you two “was screaming tonight.”

“Had fun?” Heeseung peeked in with a laugh, looking at your dishlaved look as Jay just groaned, he wanted to leave the dorm for the night since you and Riki became a couple, but he wasn’t allowed.

#engene #enhypen niki #niki x reader #nishimura riki #niki smut #enhypen x reader #enhypen ni ki #niki nishimura #chrome hearts #the weeknd #artemas #travis scott #Spotify

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makis-eyebrows · 2 days ago

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Request: 🍓

One Page At A Time

Exam stress is something Lily and Oscar never want to see from their daughter. So they do what they can. They help her.

The house was quiet — not peaceful, but tense.

Upstairs, the only sound was the furious scratch of a pen on paper, the occasional frustrated sigh, and the muffled thud of a textbook being slammed shut.

Y/n Piastri-Zneimer sat hunched over her desk, hair piled into a messy bun, eyes darting over formulas and facts that refused to stick. Her room looked like a war zone — colour-coded notes scattered across her bed, flashcards stuck on the wall like battle plans, and a half-finished mug of tea that had gone cold hours ago.

It was exam season. The final exam season.

The one that decided her future.

University applications were around the corner, and her grades this year would carry the most weight. And though Y/n had always been a steady, self-motivated student, the pressure had started pressing in on all sides like a slow tide. Her highlighters were running dry. Her sleep was inconsistent. And she hadn’t smiled — not really — in days.

Oscar had noticed.

So had Lily.

They had heard the small, tired voice from behind her door whenever they checked in. Had seen her rubbing her temples at breakfast, eyes still glazed over from late-night revision. Oscar had even found her dozing off on the couch with her physics notes stuck to her cheek one evening after a study break turned nap.

That night, as Lily stirred pasta in the kitchen and Oscar leaned against the counter with a quiet frown, they exchanged a look.

“She’s going to burn out,” Lily said softly, voice laced with concern.

Oscar nodded. “I keep telling her to take a break, but she won’t listen. Says she doesn’t have time.”

“Then maybe we make the time for her.”

Oscar raised an eyebrow. “Operation Parental Intervention?”

Lily smiled. “Exactly.”

It started small the next morning.

Oscar brought her breakfast in bed — toast, berries, and a soft-boiled egg with a silly little smiley face drawn in sharpie.

Y/n blinked at the tray. “Dad… what’s this?”

He shrugged casually. “Brain fuel. Straight from the Piastri pit crew. You’re the car, exams are the race, and you can’t win if you don’t refuel.”

Y/n laughed softly despite herself. “That was so cheesy.”

“I aim to please.”

Later that afternoon, Lily walked into Y/n’s room with a stack of hot chocolate, fluffy socks, and a candle that smelled like vanilla and old libraries.

“Okay,” she said, clapping her hands. “Five-minute breathing session, followed by a twenty-minute reset walk with your very stylish mum. No negotiation.”

“But I have—”

“Y/n.”

Y/n looked up and saw the gentleness in her mum’s eyes. The kind that didn’t push too hard, just held space. Slowly, she closed her textbook.

“…Fine. But only because I’m starting to smell like exam stress.”

They walked around the neighbourhood, talking about everything but school — their dog barking at leaves, the colour of the sunset, how Lily once fell off a Segway in front of a busload of tourists.

And just like that, some of the weight fell off Y/n’s shoulders.

But the big move came the next evening.

Y/n was hitting a breaking point with her maths exam. Graphs and derivatives blurred together, and nothing made sense. Her hands trembled from too much caffeine. Her chest was tight.

“Stupid curve,” she muttered, eyes burning. “I don’t get it, I just… don’t get it.”

A knock sounded on her door.

Oscar poked his head in. “Hey, I need you for something.”

“Dad, I’m really not—”

“Y/n.”

She sighed, standing reluctantly.

But when she followed him downstairs, she blinked in confusion.

The living room had been transformed.

A blanket fort — a giant one — took over the couch, twinkly lights draped along the top like constellations. A projector lit the wall with her favorite movie’s opening scene. Popcorn sat in a bowl shaped like a racing helmet. On the floor was a handwritten sign:

“NO EXAMS ALLOWED BEYOND THIS POINT.”

Lily popped her head out from under the fort flap. “Come on in, Professor. Time to shut off that brain.”

Y/n stared, eyes wide. Then she let out a choked laugh.

“You guys are ridiculous.”

Oscar beamed. “And you love it.”

She crawled inside, curling up between them under a mountain of pillows. Her hand found Oscar’s and squeezed.

“Thanks, Dad.”

He squeezed back. “One page at a time, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

That night, after the movie ended and Y/n had fallen asleep against her mum’s shoulder — breathing finally even and calm — Oscar looked down at her peaceful face and smiled.

She’d be okay.

Because she didn’t have to carry the pressure alone.

Not when she had them in her corner, cheering her on — no matter the grade, no matter the result.

Just like he’d always wanted to be for her.

Another piece of work done :)

I'm heading to bed now. I can't wake up upset or anything or I'll miss the bus, since I have school and all.

That's Gang Gang out!!!!

#f1 dads #f1 drivers as fathers #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #daughter!reader #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #formula one #f1 fluff #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri x daughter!reader

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hummingbird24220 · 3 days ago

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Ello, I'm back to respectfully request Sanji with a reader who smokes. Reader has been stealing smokes from Sanji while also keeping their bad habit a secret from the rest of the crew. Once the rest of the crew find out and a light scolding from sanji (especially if you wanna do fem reader because he'd never yell at a lady in anger) Reader and Sanji become smoking buddies and it becomes a kinda unspoken thing that when sanji steps out for a smoke break reader will follow.

(A very fluffy request after the the flith I requested as a palette cleanser <3)

Yuus!! Something about Sanji smoking is just so..GODDAMN...HOT. Unfair, really.

Hope you enjoy!

Smoke Signals

Sanji x Reader

You didn’t mean to start stealing them. It just… sort of happened.

At first, it was one—snuck from a box left out on the counter while Sanji was distracted bickering with Zoro. You were planning to toss it. Honestly. But it sat in your pocket all day. And when the sun set low and the crew was distracted by a loud game of cards, you found yourself behind the galley, crouched next to a barrel, lighting it with shaking hands.

One became two. Then five. Then… well. You were practically on a schedule.

No one knew. At least, you thought no one knew. But Sanji? Sanji always knows.

It came to a head one quiet afternoon.

You were perched behind the Sunny’s mast, tucked away in your secret spot between some crates, the butt of a half-finished cigarette between your fingers. You hadn’t even gotten three puffs in before:

“That’s my brand, y’know.”

You nearly jumped out of your skin, spinning to see Sanji leaning on the railing just around the corner, one eye visible through his fringe, narrowed with something between amusement and quiet judgment.

“…Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He tilted his head, slowly approaching with a cigarette of his own tucked behind his ear. He didn’t look angry—if anything, he looked… smug. Too smug.

“Thought I was losing my mind,” he said. “Box after box, lighter always warm. You think I don’t keep track of my own stash?”

You blew smoke to the side and muttered, “Thought you were just chain smoking more than usual.”

He huffed a laugh at that, crouching beside you.

“I do chain smoke,” he admitted, “but not that much. You’ve got light fingers.”

Silence.

The breeze tickled the hair at your temples, but you didn’t look at him. You focused on the cigarette instead, avoiding the way he was watching you.

“…You gonna tell the others?” you asked, tone low. “It’s a bad habit. I know. I don’t need Chopper or Nami getting on my ass.”

Sanji was quiet for a beat. When he finally spoke, it was gentle.

“No. Not unless you want me to.”

You blinked, glancing at him. “Why not?”

He shrugged. “I get it. Sometimes it’s not about the smoke. Sometimes it’s just about the moment.”

He pulled the cigarette from behind his ear and lit it, flicking the lighter once before handing it to you without looking.

You didn’t speak, just took it with a small nod.

The two of you sat like that for a while—quiet, back to the mast, knees pulled up. The smoke curled in lazy spirals, drifting off into the wind.

Then Sanji added, a little softer, “But I am cutting you off.”

You blinked. “What?”

“If you’re gonna keep the habit, you’re buying your own packs. I’m not your dealer, sweetheart.”

You snorted, laughing for the first time all day. “Fine. Stingy.”

He smirked. “Damn right I am.”

“You know, if I were anyone else, I’d be giving you a damn lecture,” Sanji said, flicking ash over the rail as you exhaled beside him. “It’s a filthy habit. Bad for your lungs, your skin, your stamina—”

“Your teeth,” you added, puffing smoke toward his head with a sly smile.

He side-eyed you. “I was being mature, thank you.”

“You’re being hypocritical.”

“Tch.”

You both went quiet for a moment, listening to the soft creak of the ship as it rocked against the sea. A gull squawked overhead. Somewhere in the distance, Usopp shouted something about a “sea beast with too many eyes.”

You took a long drag, eyes half-lidded. “How long have you been smoking anyway?”

Sanji gave a small sigh, his lips curling into a crooked smile. “Since I was about fourteen, actually. Zeff used to catch me behind crates and throw bread at my head.”

You laughed. “Sounds like something Nami would do.”

“She’d use a shoe,” he muttered, and you both grinned.

Then—

“WHAT IS THAT SMELL?!”

You froze. Sanji swore under his breath. You turned to see Chopper, eyes wide, nostrils twitching like he’d just walked into a burning pharmacy.

“WHY DOES IT SMELL LIKE BURNT POISON?!” Chopper shouted.

You panicked, immediately stuffing your cigarette behind your back (like that would help), while Sanji coolly tried to step in front of you. It didn’t work. Chopper had already seen everything.

“You’re smoking?! YOU’RE BOTH SMOKING?”

“Calm down, Chopper—” Sanji tried.

“CALM?! CALM?! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT DOES TO A DEER’S LUNGS?! OR A HUMAN’S?! OR A HALF-HUMAN-HALF-GIRAFFE—?! Wait. No. That’s Kaku.”

The shouting attracted everyone.

Luffy dropped down from the upper deck. “Smoking? Who’s smoking?” Usopp and Franky came bounding over. “Yo, what’s the drama—whoa. Are you smoking behind the barrels?!” Nami’s eyes narrowed. “Wait. You? You’re smoking?”

You looked at Sanji. He looked at you.

“…Traitors,” you muttered.

“WE KNEW SANJI SMOKED,” Nami said, pointing a very betrayed finger your way. “You were supposed to be the healthy one! The one who eats fruit voluntarily!”

“I still eat fruit voluntarily!”

“NOT ENOUGH IF YOU’RE PICKLING YOUR LUNGS!”

Franky leaned on the railing, looking impressed. “Didn’t think you had it in you. Secret smoke ninja. Suuuper stealth.”

Usopp gasped. “You’re the smoke thief! I told Sanji he wasn’t just losing them!”

Sanji, still trying to play it cool, waved a hand. “Alright, alright—everyone back off. I already gave them a hard time. They know it’s bad. They’re cutting back.”

You snorted. “No, I’m not.”

He kicked your shin. You elbowed his side. The two of you bickered until Luffy finally said:

“Wait. Are cigarettes like candy sticks?”

“NO!” “YES!” “Sanji—!”

The cook sighed, rubbing his temples. “Okay. Fine. Don’t be like me.”

Nami crossed her arms, and Robin, from the stairs above, smiled with that ominous softness. “We could always hide the cigarettes.”

Sanji and you both paled.

“Try,” you challenged, only half-serious.

“Please don’t,” Sanji added. Fully serious.

That night, the two of you lit up behind the kitchen’s back wall, now exiled to the furthest edge of the deck. You both inhaled quietly, the stars above you, the sea whispering soft shushes around the ship.

Sanji spoke first, blowing smoke toward the moon.

“…You’re gonna quit someday.”

You didn’t answer.

After a long pause, you replied, “Maybe. But not tonight.”

He bumped your shoulder. “Yeah. Me neither.”

It became a rhythm. Not one either of you planned, exactly. It just… was.

If Sanji stepped outside after a meal, still rolling his sleeves up and sighing like the weight of the kitchen was dragging him down, you’d be about thirty seconds behind him, arms crossed, pretending you were just happening to be out on deck at the same time.

If you stood up mid-conversation and brushed a hand against Sanji’s arm, gave the lightest nudge to his side or shoulder, he’d sigh with the fondness of a long-suffering boyfriend, reach into his breast pocket, and wordlessly follow.

Eventually, Sanji stopped bothering with words. He’d pat your head twice—tap tap—and head toward the usual spot near the edge of the galley, glancing over his shoulder to make sure you were following.

You always did.

It was quiet time. Not for venting, not for planning. Just existing. Just breathing the same poisoned air together while the Sunny glided across blue.

And to everyone else on the ship… it was maddeningly, weirdly cute.

One afternoon, Nami was laying out her maps, trying to concentrate while Luffy snored on the floor beside her. She didn’t even look up as she muttered:

“There they go again.”

Zoro, from the other side of the deck, raised an eyebrow. “Huh?”

She jerked her chin toward Sanji, who had just padded across the deck. Tap tap. Two fingers on your head. You blinked, stood up, and followed him with zero hesitation, the two of you slipping around the corner like practiced dancers.

Zoro blinked slowly. “They really do that every day now, huh.”

Robin turned a page in her book. “Every afternoon, post-lunch, and before dinner prep. Like clockwork.”

Usopp groaned from above, dangling off the mast. “They’re like pigeons. Pigeons that blow smoke rings and flirt without knowing it’s flirting.”

“I can hear you,” you called over the wind.

“THEN STOP BEING CUTE ABOUT IT!” Usopp yelled back, voice cracking.

That evening, as the stars peeked out of the inky sky, you and Sanji leaned against the railing, barely speaking.

He offered his lighter, but you were already flicking yours.

“Beat you,” you said.

“Only ‘cause mine’s temperamental,” he muttered, puffing smoke from the corner of his mouth.

You were quiet for a moment, letting the silence settle.

Then: “Why do you pat my head like that?”

Sanji blinked. “Dunno. Habit now. Easier than calling out.”

“You do it in front of everyone.”

“Is that a problem?”

“…No.”

You leaned forward on the rail, elbows braced, head tilted slightly to the side. The way your hair caught the breeze made something tight curl in his chest. He quickly looked away.

You didn’t say anything else.

Neither did he.

But when he flicked the ash from his cigarette and nudged your elbow with his own—lightly, just once—it felt like a wordless secret. A shared ritual. A pact of smoke and quiet and weird affection.

Back in the kitchen later that night, Zoro shoved a dish into Sanji’s arms.

“You’re insufferable, you know that?”

Sanji blinked. “What did I do this time?”

Zoro rolled his eyes. “You’re turning smoking into flirting. It’s disgusting.”

Sanji just smirked, lighting another stick.

“Jealous?” Zoro growled. You walked past. Tap tap. Sanji followed you with a grin.

Zoro muttered, “I’m gonna start setting their cigarettes on fire with my swords.”

You didn’t always smoke anymore.

Sometimes, when Sanji stepped out for a break, you followed just to be there—hands in your pockets, leaning beside him in the breeze, letting the silence hum between you while he lit up. No cigarette in your mouth. Just presence.

He noticed the first time.

“You forgetting something?” he asked, tapping the box in his hand.

You just shrugged. “Nah. Just wanted the company.”

He blinked. Looked at you for a second too long. Then turned away, ears just barely pink.

“…‘Course,” he murmured, smoke curling around his lips.

It happened gradually. You’d disappear after docking on a new island and return with little brown-paper-wrapped bundles tucked under your arm. Sanji would be in the middle of slicing something or stirring a sauce, and you’d toss them onto the counter with a casual, “Got your favorites. That one vendor in the alley with the beard. He remembered you.”

The first time, he blinked, looked down at the pack, and tried not to smile too obviously.

“You didn’t need to,” he said, voice soft.

You just shrugged again. “Did anyway.”

Even if you weren’t low. Even if he had cartons stashed away. Even if you were technically trying to cut back.

Didn’t matter. You always brought him more. Unprompted. Like a quiet habit.

He always thanked you. But over time, the thanks started slipping into things like “You’re too sweet for your own good,” or “How’s a guy supposed to stay cool when you do stuff like that?”

The words came with little touches. A nudge of knuckles. A pat to your head that lingered half a second too long. His thumb smoothing a wrinkle out of your sleeve.

The crew noticed.

“Oh, they’re worse now,” Usopp muttered one day, watching the two of you return to the ship side-by-side, matching stride for stride.

“They’re not even smoking!” Nami whisper-hissed. “What’s the point of sneaking off together?!”

Robin didn’t look up from her book. “The point is each other.”

Franky whistled. “That’s suuuper soft.”

“Do we say something?” Chopper asked, fidgeting.

“No,” Zoro groaned. “If we say something, they’ll stop. Let the weirdos have their little smoke-date thing.”

“…You’re just mad no one shares cigarettes with you.”

Zoro turned to Usopp slowly. “You want to go through what their lungs are going through?”

“…Touché.”

That night, you leaned against the galley wall, eyes closed. Sanji was beside you, watching the stars. He was halfway through a smoke, and you were sipping a cold drink instead, exhaling like you’d just finished a long day.

He glanced at you. At your relaxed posture, the way your eyes flickered open to look at him without urgency. The way the corners of your mouth pulled just slightly upward.

He wanted to kiss you. He didn’t.

But he said quietly, “Thanks for the pack earlier.”

You just smiled and said, “Don’t mention it.”

He didn’t. Not out loud, anyway.

But when he knocked the ash off the end of his cigarette and brushed your pinky with his own, holding it there for a heartbeat longer than usual…

You understood.

Sanji wasn’t watching you. Not intentionally.

He just… happened to be looking in your direction. And happened to see you talking to some flashy vendor with too many rings and not enough shame. You were laughing—shoulders bouncing, face bright in a way he hadn't seen all week. And you leaned in close—too close for his comfort.

He felt something cold twist in his gut. It wasn’t rage. Not the kind that flared and shouted. It was quiet. Burning slow, like the cigarette pinched between his fingers.

He turned away.

Didn’t even finish his smoke.

Later that afternoon, you returned to the Sunny with a bounce in your step and a suspiciously smug grin.

He was cleaning up the galley, moving a little more sharply than usual. His sleeves were already rolled, jaw clenched slightly as he chopped onions like they’d personally offended him.

You came in with a paper bag and chirped, “Sanji!”

He grunted, not looking.

You held the bag out with two hands. “Look what I got. I don’t even want to smoke these—I just wanted to see your face.”

Still silent.

You dramatically opened the bag with a flourish, revealing a golden box of premium black-label, sea-aged cigarettes, the kind Sanji would never buy for himself.

His knife paused mid-chop.

You beamed. “They’re limited run! Normally like—five times the normal price! But the guy was a fan of the Straw Hats and gave me a discount!”

Sanji finally looked up. His eyes flicked from the box to your excited face, and something in his chest twisted in a completely different way.

“…You dumbass.”

You blinked. “Huh?”

He sighed, putting the knife down and walking over. He took the box gently, fingers brushing yours—just for a moment—and examined the seal with an incredulous look.

“You bought me the stupid expensive ones,” he muttered, voice softer now. “Just ‘cause you like seeing me happy.”

You shrugged, a little bashful now. “Well. Yeah.”

Sanji snorted. Then laughed. Then reached out and flicked your forehead.

“You really are a dumbass.”

You rubbed your forehead, pouting. “Rude.”

He didn’t deny it. But the way he looked at you—lingering, fond, helplessly endeared—it said more than words.

That evening, you didn’t even get a chance to step outside.

As the crew gathered for dinner, Nami finally put her chopsticks down and stared across the table.

“Alright,” she said. “What’s going on with you two?”

Silence.

You paused mid-bite. Sanji froze, halfway through pouring water into Luffy’s cup.

Robin looked amused. Usopp leaned forward eagerly. Zoro sighed with a muttered “Finally.”

Chopper blinked between you both. “Wait—are they not together?”

Luffy tilted his head. “I thought they were married.”

“MARRIED?” you both exclaimed.

“Emotionally,” Robin clarified. “It’s a very domestic vibe.”

Nami crossed her arms. “So?”

You looked at Sanji. He looked at you. There was a beat of quiet. A little laughter bubbling at the back of your throat. You nudged his foot with yours.

Sanji scratched the back of his neck, exhaled slowly through his nose, and said—

“…I like them. A lot.”

Your heart thudded once, loud.

You smiled, slow and sure. “Yeah. I like you too, cigarette hoarder.”

Luffy let out a victorious whoop. Usopp choked on his drink. Franky pumped his fist and yelled “SUUUUPER FINALLY!” Zoro raised his glass wordlessly. Robin smiled behind her book.

Nami leaned toward Chopper and whispered, “Pay up.”

He groaned and handed over ten berries.

That night, Sanji stepped out for a smoke.

He didn’t say anything.

He just tapped your head—tap tap—and waited with a crooked smile until you followed.

You didn’t smoke. You didn’t even bring a lighter. You just leaned on him while he puffed quietly, the two of you close enough to share warmth. He reached over and laced his fingers through yours.

“…This counts as a date, right?” you asked, voice low.

He chuckled, brushing your knuckles with his thumb. “Dumbass.”

But he was grinning.

And you knew he meant yes.

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The Pitt Masterlist

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy, though. This has not been proofread. Please enjoy, though.

Warnings: loss of limb (nothing descriptive) a bit of swearing. Child birth (nothing descriptive)

WC: 3338

Requested by no one.

©️ storiesaplenty 2025: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work. All readers are female, unless stated otherwise.

Summary: During a storm, Jack can't sleep. As he sits in his office, he looks back over the memories of your relationship.

I was sitting in my home office, listening to the police scanner, not being able to sleep.

When there is a storm happening outside, I can never sleep due to the thunder.

My mind flashes back to memories I wish to forget. Each boom of the thunder makes me jump slightly, and I start to do my exercises to calm down.

But a flash of lighting lit up the room, seemingly to light up the photos across my desk, and my eyes zoned in on the first set of photos.

The memories that seemed to haunt me on nights like this slowly faded away as I looked at the first photo her and I took together.

I couldn't help but shake my head at the photo.

It was taken during high school, and it was at a Halloween party.

I didn't want to go to the party, as my girlfriend at the time had just broken up with me.

She was angry at the fact that I was focusing on school, my final season of playing football, and well, I told her I was going to join the military once I was done school.

I knew she had our future all planned out.

We were going to get married and have three children. I was going to work for her Dad, and she was going to be a stay-at-home-mom, but that was her dream, and never mine.

So at the beginning of our senior year, she dumped me, and even though I knew it was for the best, I just knew seeing my ex with other people may hurt, but my best friend, Alan convinced me to go to what would be the party that would change my life.

Everyone was dressed up.

I was just wearing my football jersey, but put in some fake vampire teeth, and drew two red marks on my neck with fake blood.

I was walking around Alan's girlfriend's house, trying to find a washroom that was occupied, when I bumped into someone who was going to change my life.

"I'm sorry. Are you okay?" We both said as we bumped into one another, my hands instantly going to her shoulders to steady her as she was wearing heels.

I couldn't help myself as I looked at her costume.

She was wearing a pumpkin poncho, with a headband that looked to be a steam, wearing black tights and green heels.

"I'm okay, are you?" She looked me up and down, taking I'm my costume."Vampire Jock?"

"The name is Jack, Miss Pumpkin, and yeah, I'm okay."

"Let me get you a drink, though, to make up for bumping into you." I was about to take her up on her offer when Alan's girlfriend, Becky, came up to her and grabbed her arm, mumbling something in her ear, making her groan.

"I'll catch you around VJ." Was all she got out before Becky was dragging her away. She looked over her shoulder as I gave her a small wave.

"I'll see you around Pumpkin." I said to myself, knowing that I would find her later.

Through out the rest of the party, I tried to find her again, but she wasn't with Becky, and when I asked Becky about her, she just said that you went outside to talk to your mom on the phone, and will be back in soon.

I waited and waited until I gave up.

I told Alan I was going to leave, but I couldn't find him anywhere. Most likely making out with Becky somewhere.

I stepped out onto the front porch, and to my utter surprise, there she was, sitting in the outdoor rocking chair.

"Thought you went home." I said, making her jump at a bit as she was looking up at the clear night sky.

"Na, staying the night to help Becky after we sleep." She told me as I sat in the chair next to her.

"I haven't seen you before. You don't go to our school." She shook her head no.

"Becky is my cousin. I go to The Ellis School for girls."

Her and I went back and forth, getting to know one another, until my watched beeped, letting me know it was time for me to leave.

"I should be going." I said as I yawned.

"Oh, well, I hope to see you again Jack."

"I don't have anything to write my number down, but Becky has it."

"Well, before you leave, may I get a photo?" She pulled out a disposable camera, looking to see how many photos she had left.

"Yeah." My voice seemed to crack as she stood next to me, putting my arm around her waist to get as close as possible.

The light almost blinded me as she took photo after photo, the two of us hoping for a decent photo.

"I'll be seeing you around Pumpkin." I teasingly said, making her playfully roll her eyes.

"Hmmm, sure you will Jack."

◆

A week after the party, as I was going through the mail to sort it, there was one for me.

From an address I did not know, but I still opened it. To my suprise, there was the photo of the two of us, smiling at the camera, in our costumes.

There was another note in the envelope, and it was just her phone number.

I didn't waste any time. I called her, hoping her parents didn't pick up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey Pumpkin." She let out a small giggle, but tried to hide it by clearing her throat.

"Hello Jack."

Her and I spent what seemed like hours on the first phone call, until she had to tell me she was being called for dinner.

"Wait, before you go, I have a game this Friday. Can you come?"

"I'll try."

The line went dead, and I hung up my phone, looking at the photo, wondering where I should put it.

◆

She came to that game, sitting in the stands with Becky.

She came to every game after that.

My eyes searching for her in the crowd, and when I would see her, she would wave at me, and I her.

Becky, Alan, her and I would all go out to eat after the games.

"Becky isn't felling well. I'm going to take her home."

I was disappointed, but tried to hide it. "Just go out with out us." Alan said as he winked at me, which confused me for a moment.

Then I caught on to what he was meaning.

He knew how much I liked her. Hell, he brought it up to me.

"Just have her home by 11:30 Jack, or she won't be allowed to come to the next game." He warned me.

◆

Years later, she told me she knew her cousin was faking being sick, but that night was our first date.

We were already at ease with one another, but as I drove her home, I became nervous.

I parked in front of her house, turning off the engine, turning to look at her, and she was looking at me.

"I had a really good time tonight Jack." She told me as she leaned her body closer to mine.

"I did too." I said just as our lips touched for the first time.

It was gentle at first, as we were testing the water, until she deepened the kiss.

We made our in my car until my watched beeped, reminding the two of us that she now has two minutes until it was 11:30.

"I'll call you tomorrow." I promised her as she got out of my car. I did offer to walk her to her door, but she said she was fine to walk up by herself.

I didn't drive off until she was in her house, the door closed behind her.

◆

Ever since that night, her and I have been together. We spent every moment together that we could. Her and I went to my prom together.

Our prom photo went with me when I was in the military. It was always on my body if I could help it.

Another flash of lighting lit of the room, and I looked at the photo that was next to our first photo we took together.

It was the photo of when I was in the base hospital. Our lives forever changed. She came to see me the moment she had clearance.

I woke up confused, as I saw her sleeping in the chair next to my hospital bed.

At first I thought I was dreaming, knowing she was back home, going over her lesson plans for the Monday as she teaches history at her old school.

I groaned as I felt some pain as I moved.

"Jack." She said, startling me.

"Pumpkin, what are you doing here?" Her nickname has stuck all these years, and sometimes she calls me Vampire Jock, or VJ for short.

"I'll get the Doctor." She said as she kissed my cheek, walking out of the room, leaving me confused, until it finally dawned on me.

What happened flashed in my mind, bits and pieces. I remember the five of us talking and then a loud ringing in my ears as I felt the worst pain imaginable. I remember seeing my leg burned and barely attached to my body anymore.

I moved the hospital blanket to the side, and just as I feared, the lower part of my right leg was gone.

I couldn't stop staring at it.

Not when the nurses came or the Doctor.

She stood next to me, grabbing my hand as I barely listened to the Doctor tell me what happened.

I just looked up at her, knowing she was listening intently to what was being said.

Her hand was gripping mine as tight as she could, knowing our lives were changed forever.

I could feel her engagement ring as she gripped my hand.

I smiled to myself as I thought back to us walking along the Emerald View Trail when I was on leave.

The box felt heavy in my pocket as we finally came to look out spot.

As she was taking in the view, I got down on one knee, the engagement ring box open as I cleared my throat.

As she turned around, her hands covered her mouth as I started to tell her how much she means to me.

How I knew the first time I saw her face, that she was the one for me. How I couldn't live without her in my life as she is my world.

She is my heart.

She said yes, and as I put the ring on her finger, her and I kissed for the first time as an engaged couple.

Her voice brought me back to what was happening into my hospital room.

"When can he go home?"

"We do not know yet."

At that moment, I knew I had to push her away. So she could have a normal life.

◆

I barely talked to her as I just stared out the window. Two days of me basically ignoring her.

She told me later on she thought I was just trying to process what happened to me, and she wasn't completely wrong, but to me, I was just trying to push her away.

"Jack, love, you got to eat." She said as she noticed I barely touched my food.

"Why are you here?" I finally asked, without looking at her.

"Why am I here? Because I love you Jack." She tried to grab my hand, but I pulled my hand away. I knew she was hurt.

"You need to leave." I told her.

"I'm not going anywhere Jack. I want to be here. I need to make sure you are okay."

For some reason, that made me angry.

I threw my food tray across the room, hitting the door, making her gasp.

"How the fuck am I okay? I lost my leg. I am barely a man anymore."

"Jack, baby," I didn't wait for her to finish. I screamed at her to get out.

Seeing tears streaming down her face made my heart clench, but I knew this was for the best.

I watched her leave, knowing this was for the best.

◆

She didn't come back for three days, and I hated every single second of it.

But to my utter surprise, when I was being wheeled down the hall, back to my room, she was standing there, talking with the Doctor.

I looked down at my hands that were in my lap, fighting an inner battle with myself.

I was happy she was there, but I didn't want her to be there. Even then I knew I was lying to myself.

I didn't get back into the bed, as I was some what happy to be out of it, even if it was only for a short while.

I was looking out the window as the nurse left and I heard another set of footsteps enter the room, and closing the door gently behind them.

"I thought I told you to get out." I told her as she sat down on my bed.

"Jack, I know why you did that." I could see her reflection in the window, and she was looking at me.

"Of course you do, because you know everything." I muttered, trying to get her to leave again.

"Jack, I'm not going to leave you." She softly whispered as she stood up to stand next to me.

She placed her hand on my shoulder, as I tried to push her hand away, but she just kept holding on.

"You need to find someone who is whole. Who can take care of you." I finally said to her as I looked up at her.

I knew how I must have looked.

Like a broken man, who knew he should be alone and not drag her down with him.

But she gently cupped my face in her hand, and I couldn't help but close my eyes at the contact.

I didn't realize she leaned down so we were eye level until I felt her breath on my face.

"I am not going anywhere my love. You may not think you are whole, but you are. You are still my Jack, the same man who I fell in love with the moment I bumped into you. I love you VJ, forever and always."

I didn't say anything as I captured her lips with mine, finally kissing her.

And at that very moment, I just knew we were going to be okay.

That I was going to be okay.

We got married while I was still recovering.

Just her and I and the priest.

It was intimate, and just what her and I wanted, and we didn't care what our families and friends would say, as we knew this moment was for us and for us alone.

The priest took the photo of us, her in my lap, as the sun was setting behind us.

Even through one our darkest times as a couple, we pulled through it together. Not knowing what our future looked like, but we would be together.

I saw the hallway light turn on just as another clap of thunder seemed to hit. This time louder.

"Jack?" Came her sleepy voice as she slowly opened my office door.

"You should be asleep love." I said to her as I wheeled out from behind my desk.

When I am home, I do not wear my prosthetic leg,

"You should be sleeping as well." She said right back at me, as she sat in my lap, as I wrapped my arms around her waist, making sure to be as gentle as possible.

"Bad dream?" She asked me as she played with the curls at the nape of my neck.

"Same one." She knew which one I mean. The day where I lost the lower part of my leg, and friends. Only two of us survived that day.

"Hmm, so what were you thinking about while you were in here?"

"Just memories of us with each photo." I said.

"I think the most recent one is my favourite." She said as she grabbed the newly framed photo off my desk.

It was us at the hospital I work at, the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Hospital.

It was a normal start to my shift when Dana came up running up to me.

"Your wife is here. She is being taken up to labour and delivery."

I didn't even say anything as I rushed past her, Robby calling out to me that he will stay.

As I got to level 8, the nurses at the front desk just told me which room she was in.

"Jack." She cried out as she breathed through the contractions.

"I'm here baby, I'm here." I said as I grabbed her hand and kissed her.

"We still have a bit to go, but I will back in to check on her soon Jack." The Doctor, Kylie, said to us.

"I'll call if anything changes."

Then it was just us two. Nurses coming in and out to check on her as she slept on and off, but I couldn't sleep.

I just paid close attention to the monitors.

But the moment I was actually dosing off to sleep, she woke up, gasping.

"Get her, Jack. The baby is coming." My wife cried out.

I lifted the covers, and I could see the head. Swearing, I walked as fast as I could to the door, call out that I could see the head.

It was a blur as our birthing team came running down the hall towards us.

I got behind her, letting her rest against me as she pushed our child out of her tired, spent body.

The moment we heard him cry, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"It's a boy."

"He is finally here, Jack." She said to me, as I moved her damp hair, from her sweaty, beautiful face.

"And you did perfect my love."

Our son was taken to me looked over and did the normal tests as my wife was taken care of.

I wasn't to far from her just in case she needed me.

I was sitting behind her once more, brushing her hair and putting it in a messy bun, when to my utter surprise, Robby and Dana came in.

Dana was pushing our son in.

I was going to get up to grab him, but Dana gave me a look, which I knew what it meant, so I didn't move.

Dana gently lifted our son up and placed him in his mother's arms.

"He is just perfect." I said as I looked at him. Her thumb was rubbing his cheek.

"What is the little guys name?" Robby asked.

"Owen Jack Abbot." I proudly said.

"A good name. Now, how about family's first photo?" Robby suggested. I handed him my phone and he took many photos, none that really turned out well, except for one.

You could see her and I smiling at our Owen. Tired but happy.

I had that photo framed and put in my office and in our bedroom before she even came home with our son.

"Yes, I have to agree. That one is my favourite as well." I said just as I was about to kiss her, but then, our son started to cry.

I looked at the clock and noticed it was time for his night-time feeding.

"I'll go feed him. I won't be long." She said as she stood up.

I followed behind her, turning off the hallway light as I opened his bedroom door.

She was sitting in the comfiest chair I could find, feeding Owen.

As I watched the two most important people in my life, I couldn't help but feel content.

Even with the storm still happening outside.

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igorluvr · 2 days ago

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' DESPERATION

PAIRING: choi subong x reader

SYNOPSIS: after getting sick of your drug addicted boyfriend, you broke up him but fell for his sob story of being better for you. now you found it harder to leave him no matter how bad he treats you. something about him makes you feel so soft and euphoric, but you can’t put your finger on it… (insp by 1st pic)

CONTENT: established but toxic relationship, manipulation, overprotective/posessiveness, non-consensual drug use, possibly yandere, addiction

AUTHORS NOTE: honestly this is more of a joke fic than anything 😭 never rlly wrote any dark content before but i saw that picture on a reel and my mind immediately went to thanos

word count: [2.1k]

EVERY night was the same; You and Thanos got into an argument about something stupid, he leaves the house out of anger, which causes you to stay up until 4am waiting for him to come home, eyes red and glossy, stumbling over air.

You kept saying that he would get better, believing the empty promises that he would stay clean but he never did. One day, you just got tired of it.

The argument started in the middle of the night, when you heard a loud knock on the front door. Thanos had been out, but he never knocked. Your eyebrows furrowed as you wondered who it was.

Looking through the peephole, an unfamiliar face appeared. It was a man, maybe around your age, with a mid-length mullet. His outfit had wrinkles on every inch as he look a long draw of his cigarette.

He rolled his eyes before banging on the door again, causing you to jump back from the opening. You wanted to go back in your room, to act like you weren’t here, but the lights being on + your car in the driveway gave it away.

As he lifted his fist to abuse the door again, you quickly opened it. Not enough to where he could come in, but just so you could peek your face through and talk.

“Who are you?” You spoke up. His head snapped down to meet yours in confusion. After staring for a couple seconds, his face lit up. “Ohhh you’re Thanos’ bitch, thought I had the wrong house”

He threw his cigarette on the ground and stomped it out before continuing his sentence. “Anyways, tell your boyfriend he owes the guys a shit-ton of money. I was cool with it at first, but they’re harassing me now.”

Shivers went down your spine as he said that. Thanos didn’t even have a job, how was he gonna pay those guys back? And how did this man even know where you live? You looked at him in disbelief, giving a quick nod before practically slamming the door closed.

You sat back on the couch, breath heaving as you wondered what Thanos had gotten himself— and you, into. As the hours passed, your overthinking only got worse. What if next time, they weren’t so kind with their warning?

A body pushed the front door open in a hurry, you already knowing who it is. Usually you would’ve ran up to him with tears in your eyes, crying and scolding him about being out so late with no text explaining how worried you were. Tonight was different.

You didn’t know if it was anger or acceptance, but your heart didn’t pang at the sight of him walking staggered with red eyes and a giggly smile on his face. It was a weird feeling. You felt bad, but it was more out of pity than worry.

As he came up to you with his arms open in a hug and laughing, you walked past him, hitting his shoulder with your body. His head whipped around as his happy demeanor quickly changed.

“Fuck was that for?” He spat. You kept walking, giving him nothing but a small shrug. Closing the door behind you, the bed dipped down as you laid on it. Grabbing your phone, you opened instagram to scroll on your timeline. Just as you clicked on the first post, the room door rushed open with a loud CRACK as it hit the wall behind it.

“Ey, you hard of hearing or something? I know you heard me” Thanos yelled. You jumped up at the sudden loud sounds, even causing your phone to fly out of your hands.

“What is your problem? You could’ve put a hole in the wall!” You shouted, feeling a strong anger hit you like a freight train. He ran over to you and pointed his finger dead infront of your face, making you flinch.

“No, what’s YOUR problem?? You just bumped past me like i’m nothing” He screamed, inching closer with every word. Before his body got too close to yours, you got off the other side of the bed and stood by the room’s connected bathroom.

“Some man came to the door saying you owed people. I don’t wanna get involved with that! How did he even know my address?” You cried out. The expression on his face shifted to one of worry as he looked away.

“Shit-shit-shit- fuck! I’m sorry baby you weren’t supposed to know about that” He walked over to you slowly, reaching his arms out for an embrace. You knew Thanos, you knew he’d go back to how he was before after this sweet mood ended. Quickly, you ran in the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

A laugh echoed from the other side of the door as the knob wiggled with aggression. He sweet-talked you for half an hour straight, trying to win you over with babying and false promises. Things you knew all too well. After seeing that you were dead set on being mad, his entire mood did a 180.

“Open the door! I’m TRYING to reason with you but you’re makin it really fuckin hard!” He slammed his body against the door with every sentence as you backed to the furthest wall. Searching for an object to use against him if he got in, you grabbed the paper towel rack. It wasn’t a lot, but could do enough damage for you to get out.

Strings of insults poured out of his mouth. Each pound of the wood came with another curse. He yelled how nobody else would wanna deal with you— that you were a nuisance to everyone. Eventually, the beating of the door stopped as did the yelling.

You waited a couple minutes before walking out of the bathroom to ensure your safety then opened the door cautiously.

Your room was a mess. Things were all over the floor and glass was broken from him throwing your belongings out of anger. All remnants of Thanos’ presence, but he was nowhere to be found.

You searched all around the house, calling out his name— even his government name, to locate him. After searching for an hour with no hope, you returned to your bed and collapsed. All the yelling had truly tired you, and you needed a break.

You woke up to a cold hand on your cheek. Slowly coming to your senses, you opened your eyes only to be met with the reason you were so tired in the first place. Before you could move away, Thanos pulled you closer to him and started apologizing profusely.

“Baby I’m sorry for how I acted last night. Let’s go out, Okay? I’ll pay I just don’t want you to be mad anymore” He stumbled, tears rolling down his cheeks.

You were confused, waking up to seeing the man you lost sleep over crying infront of you and begging for forgiveness. You hated how he thought something like this would work, how he assumed you’d take him back after all that happened. But most of all, you hated how he was right.

As much as you hated his guts, some part of you couldn’t help but feel sympathy for him. You convinced yourself that it was because you’d been together for months, that you’d have to be some type of monster not to feel anything.

The crying and begging went on for what felt like hours, and at some point it turned into you holding him in your arms and consoling him. Everything was a blur, but you couldn’t find it in your heart to let go of him.

Overall, you ended up telling him it was okay and that he was forgiven. It might not all have been true, but you would’ve said anything to stop his behavior. You still loved him, after all.

It had been a couple weeks since the incident and things with Thanos had been going really good. You felt happier around him, a little too happy. Days with him seemed to pass like minutes and you couldn’t find it in yourself to stay mad at him too long.

Things really started getting out of hand when he came in later and later from clubs, sometimes not coming back until the next morning. This was one of the things he did that really pushed you over the edge, and you’d had enough this time.

5:47am. That was the time you heard the door open roughly, followed by a body falling down on the couch. You rose from the bed out of anger. Partially from being woken up and partially from him being irresponsible.

You grabbed all of Thanos’ belongings, stuffing them inside a dark green duffel bag. Tears streamed down your face as the anger flooded through your body. You stormed to the living room and threw his stuff at him in a rage.

“I’m done. Get your stuff and leave.” You spoke. His eyes shot open as he looked at you with an expression you couldn’t quite read. Disbelief? Anger? Resentment? Whichever it was, today was the last you’d see of it.

As you started a rant about how his behavior the past few days had been sickening, he stared up you with a smug look. Like you were a big clown putting on your show stopping act right infront of him. Noticing this only fueled your anger even more.

Suddenly, you used all your power to pull him off the couch, along with his bag, and push him towards the door. He didn’t get mad, though, his smirk only grew wider. Why was he so calm about this? A million questions ran through your head as you continued to force him out of the house, yelling in the process.

As you finally got him all the way out the door, you threw his bag on the porch outside and slammed the door shut, emitting a BOOM that could be heard from the next block down.

Sitting back on the couch thinking of what all just happened, your head swirled with confusion. While getting actively kicked out, Thanos remained quiet. He didn’t even roll his eyes. What was he so at peace for?

As if on cue, a notification sounded from your phone. It was from Thanos.

Su-bong ꨄ • now

Keep my number unblocked, you’ll need it sooner or later.

You were lost on what he meant, anger clouding your mind along with perplexity. With this, you slammed your phone down with a fury and stormed back to your room, getting in bed and continuing your slumber.

Waking up, you felt an aching loneliness, like you were a kid sitting alone at recess again. Words couldn’t describe the immense pain you felt. You didn’t even want to leave bed, wishing to stay in the warm embrace of the sheets forever.

Your mind searched for reasons this was happening to you. Was it because you kicked Thanos out? No, it couldn’t be. He had it coming, and you shouldn’t be feeling like this because you did the right thing.

Still, you couldn’t get rid of the guilt, the aching. You tried to push it down, to swallow your pride and tell yourself it was because it was a fresh breakup from a long-term relationship. But as the days went by, it only got worse.

It got to the point where you laid in bed in a cold sweat, tears staining your cheeks as you stared up at the wall. You weren’t sure if you were trembling due to the lack of eating or the pain you felt throughout your body.

You reminisced about the times you were with Thanos, his touch always sent shivers through your body and his voice sounded like a beautiful symphony on your ears. No matter how mad you were at him, there was no denying you missed him.

Putting your heart before your mind, you opened your messages, clicking the unopened text from Thanos and letting your fingers say what your mouth couldn’t.

i miss you.

It wasn’t the most formal message, but you needed to be straightforward. You felt like you were dying without him.

Hours went by like years and your eye bags were deepening by the second. You felt so much comfort with him, you needed it back even if it was just for a minute.

As you sat binge-watching your favorite show, even though that didn’t bring you comfort anymore, a knock reverberated throughout the house, signaling someone being at the door.

You didn’t want anyone to see you like this. You’d been in the same clothes all weekend and your hair was a mess. After going to the bathroom and splashing your face with water, you walked up to the door and stuck your eye up to the peephole.

Were you dreaming? Standing right infront of you was your newfound ex, with the biggest smile on his face like he’d been waiting for this moment.

Shamefully opening the door, disappointed in yourself for crawling back to him, you let out a sigh of relief when he stepped in. Placing his bag down by the welcome mat, he pulled you in for a hug

“Knew you couldn’t stay away too long, sweetheart.”

The words hurt, because you knew now that no matter what he did, you’d go back to him like a lost puppy. As you hugged Thanos tightly with tears forming in your eyes, he laughed to himself. Because he knew what he’d done caused all this. He knew that he got his sweet, innocent girlfriend unknowingly addicted to drugs and the worst part was, he didn’t feel bad at all.

As the withdrawal from the nicotine patches he placed on you kicked in, he knew you’d always need him around. He loved how his presence was now a constant in your life. There was no leaving him now, that was for certain. He’d do anything he wanted and you’d still love him. It’ll always be him, and that would never change.

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universefcb · 2 days ago

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heyyy

an idea finally came to mind, what about Pau x reader were he is not feeling well after the loss against inter so reader does everything to help him, like takes him out on a walk and they have a picnic by the sea, she comforts him and when night comes around she hugs him tight cause he couldn't fall asleep and he sleeps with his face in the crook of her neck??

thank u girll <33

AFTER THE STORM, PAU CUBARSÍ.

→ Summary: You comforting him after the Champions League defeat

→ Warning: Mention of Reader. Fluff/Comfort. Romance.

→ Author's note: I'm still sensitive about the loss in the semi-final...

And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

You entered the apartment silently. I had already expected to find him there, alone, but the image still tightened his chest: Pau was sitting on the sofa, his face hidden in his hands, his shoulders hunched as if they were carrying the weight of the world. The television was still on and showing highlights of the match. It was cruel.

The Barcelona uniform was thrown over the back of the sofa, crumpled, forgotten. The boots were lying on the floor. And Pau… Pau was destroyed inside.

You approached without making a sound, your heart aching at the sight of someone so used to being strong, now shattered. You sat down next to him, slowly.

“Pau…” he called softly. “Do you want to talk?”

He didn't answer. He just shook his head, keeping his eyes on the floor. His fingers were intertwined, tense, his eyes red—not from crying, but from exhaustion, frustration, pain.

You took a deep breath and stood up.

“Then come with me.”

He looked at you for the first time since he came in, confused, his eyes sunken and tired. You held out your hand.

“Please. Trust me.”

There was a pause, short but full of meaning, until he intertwined your fingers with his and stood up. He didn’t say a word—and he didn’t need to. The simple fact that he had agreed to go out with you was enough.

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The sky was tinted in shades of gold and orange, the sun slowly hiding behind the sea. You drove to a small, secluded beach, an almost secret corner where few people went at that time. The trunk carried a basket with fresh fruit, juice, some bread, and a soft blanket.

You spread everything out on the sand, arranging it carefully, while he watched in silence. His feet sunk into the sand, his gaze lost on the horizon. You knew him well enough to understand that he was trying to find air in the middle of his own storm.

“Come, sit here with me,” you called, patting the blanket lightly. Pau walked slowly, as if each step still carried the frustration of the night before.

He sat down next to you. You didn’t talk about the game. Or the press. Or broken expectations. Instead, you opened the basket and started offering him pieces of fruit, trying to lighten the mood. Little by little, with light words and disconnected stories, you began to disarm the weight on his face.

And then, he finally spoke:

“You know what hurts the most?” His voice was low, choked. “It’s the feeling that I could have done more. That I failed. That I let everyone down.”

You dropped the glass you were holding and moved a little closer, turning your body to face him.

“Hey…” her hand reached for his, intertwining their fingers lovingly. “You haven’t let anyone down. What you’re feeling right now just proves how much you care. And that’s beautiful, Pau. But you don’t have to carry that weight alone.”

He looked away for a moment, as if fighting against everything he felt. And when he looked back at you, there was something different there. A small crack in that armor he tried so hard to maintain. A desire, perhaps, to allow himself to be taken care of.

You leaned in slowly, brushing your forehead against his.

“I’m here, okay?” he whispered. “With you. For everything.”

His eyes closed for a brief moment, as if he breathed you in. As if your presence was the only rest he knew.

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Night fell, and the sky was now a blanket of stars. The sound of the waves filled the silence with calm. The blanket was still spread out on the sand, and the two of you lay side by side, in comfortable silence.

You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, noticing how his eyes wouldn't stop blinking, restless. His shoulders were still tense, his jaw clenched. Pau couldn't turn it off.

“You’re tired. Lie down here,” she said, opening her arms, calling him closer.

He hesitated for a second, but then he gave in. He lay against you, his head in the crook of your neck, his arms around your waist, as if he was allowing himself to collapse there. And you took him in completely.

“I can’t sleep,” he murmured, his voice muffled against her skin. “My head won’t stop.”

You began to stroke his hair slowly, in a steady rhythm, like someone singing a lullaby.

“It’s okay,” she whispered against his forehead. “I’m here. Just breathe slowly… that’s all. You don’t need to think about anything else right now.”

The minutes passed and you felt his body begin to relax, as if he was finally handing over the weight of the entire day into your hands. His breathing slowed down, became deeper. His fingers were still firmly on your back, as if he was afraid of losing you even in your sleep.

But then… he fell asleep.

There, in your arms, with her face hidden in your neck and her body pressed against yours, as if you were the only certainty after everything that fell apart.

And maybe it really was.

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hyuckswoman · 2 days ago

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your doorbell rang and you thought you might be the unluckiest person alive because you were ever so close to a mental breakdown and not in the mood for whatever stood opposite of your door. “mark?” you ask seeing him on your front porch “saw your tweet, brought burgers and i’m here for a chat” he says coming in before you could even invite him. wayyyyy too comfortable you thought.

“it’s fine mark, don’t worry” “no it’s not, do you not want to talk about it? because if that’s the case then i just came here for burgers” “no i do but you’re not my therapist shouldn’t always vent to you like you have other things to worry about” “well it’s crazy you say that because i like it when you vent to me as i know you're not keeping it in AND it shows me you trust me enough to be vulnerable, so you will spill while we eat okay?”

“so what’s up?” mark says while setting down his burger back in it’s wrapping

“jisung is making me lose my mind” you start pausing for a moment to sigh, hating the words that were about to come next “i thought i moved on, like sure we were really close and i liked him but i hate it when people think i’m stupid and like ghosting me from nowhere? like it pissed me off so bad and today we get to do this thing with our group project partner right? and so we needed to team up and work on this assignment and he barely even fucking glanced my way and sat on his phone the whole time???? i had to do the assignment on my own” you say getting worked up recalling today’s happenings “damn he couldn’t have helped you?? sounds like he sucks” your best friend inputs “even if he paid attention i don’t think he would’ve been able to help, today’s assignment was on a section he struggled… UGHHHH i hate that i even remember that about him!” you say throwing yourself onto your couch fully committed to this mental breakdown. “and like after i handed the assignment WITH HIS NAME on it i was fuming like i was so pissed and so i angry texted him and part of me wanted him to either ignore me or i don’t know like be mean?? like he was originally but NO you know what he did?? he APOLOGIZED and then told me he MISSES ME like oh my god why would you do that to meeeeeeeughhhh” you finish dragging out the me “and the worst part is, i don’t know why it affects me so much but it does” “why did you reply?” “I didn’t, just closed the app and went home trying not to cry and then you showed up” “listen, i don’t think you’re going to like what i’m going to say but maybe it affects you so much because you liked him more than you think?”

“well that is pretty obvious like, i went from hating him to tolerating him to seeing and talking to him 24/7 so yes i figured that if i’m so upset about this is because he was a better friend than i thought of him” “no, y/n that’s not what i mean… i mean maybe you like him, as i crush i mean…. do you?” “i’ve never thought about it hold on this is a whole new thing we need to unpack oh my goooooooooooood” you say kicking the pillows on your couch. this was bad

so after a good hour and a half of unpacking every. single. conversation, interaction, glance, text, mention of this man you’ve ever had in your life, you turned to your best friend and said

“i hate you for making me realize that i have a crush on park jisung.”

34. bad

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notes: in case anyone cares… i did not go on that date and i am no longer talking to this man… all that in two days 😝😝😝 trust that one day i will go on a date tho..

also a friend (kinda) of mine wants to meet up (i haven’t seen this man in like three years and we were never really friends) and lord i hope i can bring other people bc i am not seeing him alone! i am wayyyy too awkward for this

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outtathisworld-imagines · 2 days ago

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Pass the Bill

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Pairing: James Buchanan Barnes x F!Reader

Warning: MDNI! 18+ content, pure porn with minor plot really lol, filled with smut, kissing, Oral (both!rec), multiple orgasms, aftercare, some fluff, some angst, dirty talk swearing, just general filth unprotected sex- pls wrap before you tap. Not proofread 🥲

A.N: This is just pure filth because I too needed a congressman Barnes fix 😅

Please let me know what else you guys would like! I do have a few other fics on the back-burner (for now!) that l'll start to post soon and just let me know if you'd liked to be tagged in further works too

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Bucky hastily made his way to the hearing, running a fraction too late- as usual.

He wasn’t the only late one he noticed the pair of heels quickly, but composed, making thier way to the hearing too. His eyes trailed up, seeing bare legs for what felt like forever until his eyes hit the hem of a skirt that was tightly compressed around the most perfect behi-

“Behind!” Someone lightly held his arm, squeezing around him and running off somewhere in the building- seemingly being much later than he was. He cleared his throat to clear his mind, by that point he had caught up to the mesmerising figure in front. To make up for his wandering mind, he jogged ahead to be more of a gentleman than his eyes were and opened the door.

“Congresswoman Y/L/N.” He sent you a thin smile, a wave of conflicting emotions within him upon seeing that it was you.

“Why thank you, congressman Barnes,” you sweetly smiled and walked into the hearing with him hot on your heels.

You saw Valentina who sent you a smile and a wink- something that didn’t go unnoticed by Bucky. You sat down on the bench and he instantly sat down next to you, causing your eyebrow to raise in surprise. “You’re playing a dangerous game if you’re trusting her.” He whispered.

You smirked “I don’t trust anyone in this room.” You looked at him up and down, a flash of what looked like hurt in his face at your words. “Well…not everyone.” You sat and listened to the hearing intently. Bucky could barely hear a thing when he noticed your leg pressed against his.

His feelings were volatile when it came to you. He didn’t quite know how to feel and that annoyed him. He heard rumours and whispers that made his stomach knot. He couldn’t take his eyes off you but he was torn with anger when you pulled certain wild stunts and of course your support for Valentina.

When the initial hearing was over, the threat of impeachment in the horizon for her, Bucky caught you both in a frantic conversation before he left.

“It’s handled, there’s no need to worry.” You assured her with a smile.

“Thank you, and thank you for your support.” Valentina reached out her hand and squeezed your arm “I hope to see you at the gala?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You told her. “And of course, my…convincing…remains at your disposal. I’m happy to give you a hand.”

“I knew I could rely on you. Some people are very much dragging their heels, especially congressman Roy. I think if you wear a nice enough dress that would convince him- and probably many more too!” She laughed and walked away leaving you to contemplate what you’d wear.

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Bucky wandered the halls, confronted with relics from his past. He observed that many people were schmoozing rather than actually taking in any of the pieces.

He saw Valentina working her way through the sea of guests- if she was there, you would surely be too. He just had to work his way through the crowd to keep his eyes on you. He spotted you at the bar and made his way up to you.

You felt a presence next to you. “Vodka tonic.” You asked the bartender before looking up and seeing Bucky standing there. “Hold the tonic.”

“What the hell are you doing wearing a dress like that, in a place like this?” He asked, holding back a choke in his throat.

You smirked “Getting exactly that reaction.”

“I know all about your reputation.” He said quietly between the mixing of other voices, trying not to be distracted by your scandalous, plunging neckline.

“Good to know my reputation is being discussed, Congressman Barnes…” You downed your drink. “You don’t actually believe those rumours…do you? I thought better of you if you did.” He watched as you toyed with the lip of the glass with the tip of your finger with a pouting lip.

Bucky sighed “Look I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“You haven’t.” You turned to him “In fact, why didn’t I put my reputation to good use right now?” You tightly smiled and walked away. He watched as the floaty material of your dress cascaded across the floor and over your exposed leg, an eye-watering, knee-quivering slit up one side that stopped at your hip, making it visible it to the word. “Congressman Roy, so good to see you here!” You smiled sweetly at him.

The young congressman loved whenever anyone inflated his ego, you used this to your advantage. However, he was far too spritely for your liking- mainly because he had a bill passed the first week he became a member of congress and had been riding that high ever since. “Well, yanno, free bar…and I knew you’d be here.” And he loved flirting and receiving flirting in return.

“I was worried I wouldn’t have seen you here in that gorgeous tux,” you feigned fixing his bow tie. He was lapping up every second of this Bucky could tell, standing in a corner of the room watching how you lured him in. “Especially since I know you’re very on the fence about Valentina…” you emphasised a sigh “I’m so worried about her…she can’t get impeached.”

You brushed your finger tactically across his collar, pretending to fix that too. “You care about her huh?” He asked and you nodded, gazing at him between your eyelashes. “You’d vote against it?” You nodded again, this time walking him backwards until he hit the wall.

“I’d do anything…” you moved your hips forward and Bucky’s hands balled together. He watched as you whispered something in his ear and he swallowed hard before you pulled back. He tried to discretely pull out his wallet and handed you money folded over, which you tucked into your chest. You tried to walk anyway but he pulled you back.

“Enough.” Bucky muttered under his breath while dragging you swiftly away from the sleazy congressman. You tried to find your feet but Bucky’s strength practically lifted you off the floor. He pulled you into a secluded spot. “Don’t worry, it’s a blind spot.” He assured.

“I wasn’t worrying.” You said wriggling in the cramped space. “I do however need to make myself more,” you spread your legs a little, essentially straddling him in the crevice “Comfortable.” You smirked when he swallowed hard.

“You can’t corrupt me.” He tried to sound sure, but his hint of shakiness didn’t convince you.

You let out a dry, humourless laugh, your face getting closer to his “I’m not corrupted. I do what I must to survive this world.” You bit out and tried to pull back, however he kept you close. “All this pent up tension isn’t healthy for you…” you teased. “So what one is it then? What bill do you want? What bill do you want passed? It’s obviously that, especially since you yanked me away from Roy just there. That’s what’s been annoying you.” It was slightly more than that annoying him- there was pent up tension but not necessarily over a Bill. “You know I’ll need something in return. I open a door for you…” you waved your hands suggestively.

“I opened a door for you the other day?” He innocently retorted.

You laughed “A metaphorical door- I need more leverage than that.” You pulled out a card from your chest- Bucky had absolutely no clue where you could have pulled it from- and placed it between his lips. “Call or visit me here. Maybe then we can work something out.”

You were about to leave when he raised his arm out to stop you, making you jolt in surprise. Bucky slowly removed the card from his mouth and forced a smile while shaking his head in disbelief. “So that is how you do it.”

“Do what?” You blinked.

“Get the Bills passed.” You raised a perplexed brow. “Because I bet it’s true what I heard, after what I just seen. That the only way you can get a Bill passed is from someone stuffing ones with a hundred printed on them in your panties…or rather you stuffing it into your chest when you’re at a gala. Real classy.”

You swallowed hard, Bucky saw a visible shift in your demeanour, you stiffened, your lips curled into a snarl and your eyebrows creased. “If you want to hear that and even think for a second that’s true, then that’s on you.” You jabbed his chest with your finger, your face inches from his that he could feel your breath dance across his lips. “Not me.” You bit out and stormed off.

Bucky knew he had crossed a line.

He also knew he crossed another line when the only thing he wanted to do just there was move his lips towards yours.

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It had been a week since the gala- and the incident.

Bucky had been keeping an eye out for you around the congress building but to no avail so he had no choice but to take the oddly hand written business card you gave him from his wallet and travel to the address.

When he reached a glamorous building he felt slightly underdressed in his black t-shirt and jeans. He walked in and found a doorman at a desk. “Good evening Sir, how may I be of assistance.”

Bucky felt instantly out of his depth “I’m here to see Congresswoman Y/L/N,” he showed the doorman your card. “I just needed to speak with her. It’s Congressman Barnes, James Barnes. ”

He nodded and picked up the phone and pushed in a sequence of numbers. “Ma’am I have Congressman Barnes here.” He looked him up and down and then behind him. “Yes, he is alone.” A beat passed “Of course, Ma’am.” He placed the phone back on the receiver. “I’ll escort you up in five minutes Congressman Barnes.” Bucky nodded, taking a brief seat on the plush sofa in the lobby. When it was time, the doorman called him over and took him to an elevator. He fumbled with a key, placing it into the elevator and then pressing the penthouse button.

As they ascended, Bucky cleared his throat and rolled back and forth on his feet. “I take it this isn’t new for you,” he let out a stale laugh.

“Whatever do you mean, Sir?” He asked, genuinely perplexed.

“Well,” Bucky threw about his hands “Late night, another man on the way to her apartment-“

“Penthouse suite.” He corrected “And for the record it is new and highly unusual. The only visitor Congresswoman Y/L/N receives here is the occasional visit from Ms De Fontaine. No one else- and certainly no gentleman callers, if that is what you’re implying, Sir.” He told him and Bucky blinked in surprise. The doors opened and he knocked “Congressman Barnes, Ma’am.”

“The door is open! Thank you Leo.” You called from the other side of the door and he opened it for Bucky, ushering him through before locking it again. Bucky had never been in anywhere quite as luxurious before your home. It was like a five star hotel. “Well, this is a surprise.” Bucky found your figure dimly lit and spread across a plush sofa in the same dress you had on last week.

“Well needs must, I feel like you’ve avoided me all week.” He admitted, still standing by the doorframe.

You smirked at his timidness “I’ve been a busy woman…however you’d know all about that, huh? Or apparently so…” you casually rested your head on your arm, Bucky caught flashes of your flesh peaking from under the dress. “What do you hear about me?”

He cleared his throat “Just your…lewd antics.” He admitted.

A laugh from your lips caused goosebumps over his arm “Ah, just those. Thank heavens.” You emphasised a sigh in relief before sending him a sharp glare. “You of all people would know not to judge a book by its cover.” Bucky looked to his feet, a wave of guilt and regret washing over him- he knew you were right and he knew better than to listen to gossip.

“What was I supposed to think when I noticed Roy slipping you that money? After everything I heard!” He walked forward and you sat up slightly.

“Money holds more than its value.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Bucky’s face contorted with confusion.

“The money I get holds secrets.” You slipped a hand under the slit of your dress, right where your hip was and pulled out the same note Congressman Roy handed to you last week. ‘So this is why she wanted five minutes,’ he internally thought. You unraveled the bill and a slip of paper fell out, you held it up for him to read. Bucky stepped closer and pulled it from your fingertips.

‘They have dirt on Val.’ It read.

“So despite what you might think about me, what you think I must do. It’s in order to survive, to fight for my seat at the table of congress!” You yelped out, standing up on your knees and confronting him. You watched as his eyes roamed across your chest. “I just knew you loved this dress…” you threaded your fingers through the material while looking at Bucky who was hovering above you. “Because you couldn’t keep your eyes off me all night, so I thought I’d wear it again for your little surprise visit.”

Bucky swallowed hard “That’s…thoughtful…of you.”

“Besides, I know not having a Bill passed isn’t the only reason you have pent up frustration.” You saw his eyes darken “So, are you gonna put us both out of our misery and take it off me already?” Bucky pounced on you, causing you to squeak against his lips at the contact.

You gasped feeling two of his fingers suddenly plunge into your hot, wet pussy. “God I was hoping you didn’t have any underwear on. So wet already, Y/LN, it’s like you wanted this.”

You moaned as he thrusted them in and out, quickening his pace “I told you, Barnes, in order for me to open a door for you, you needed to open me.” You kissed his lips as he continued.

Bucky smirked “You’re missing another door in there.”

“Am I…?” You winked and his lips found your neck as his fingers curled inside of you “Fuck!” You groaned, the dress becoming more suffocating the longer he hand his fingers inside of you. He felt you becoming tense under him and quickly pulled his fingers out, a whine leaving your throat. He sat back and watched you catch your breath as he licked you off of his fingers.

“Stand up and take it off.”

You summoned enough strength to raise your head “What?”

Bucky swallowed hard “Stand up and take it off.” He bit out each word. “Don’t make me ask you twice.” His dark tone sent a rush through your entire body and you eagerly stood up, the sound of your zipper flooding your apartment. He watched as the material fell to your feet and you stepped out of it, standing in front of him with nothing on and suddenly feeling like he was the one commanding the power in the room for a change and not you. “I want to do everything to you and that perfect body of yours.”

“I can be very convincing to others when I get everything.” You said and he tapped his thigh, summoning you over. You sat down on his lap and wrapped your arms around the back of his neck. “You’re very overdressed, Congressman Barnes.” You kissed his cheek and moved your mouth to his neck “Let me help you with that.” Your hands found the hem of his t-shirt and you pulled it off of him. Your hands roamed over his toned figure, his chest tingling at the feeling of your bare one against his own before you reached for his belt. “Maybe I can find something here that will really make me want to help you pass your bill.” You smirked.

“Maybe you’ll find something there that will make you silent for once.” He told you, causing you to playfully and widely smile at his sudden moxie.

“You’re a lot less mild than I would have thought, Barnes.” You licked your tongue across his open lips.

“Fuck, as much as I love this little congressman, congresswoman little game you’re playing with me, call me Bucky.”

You nodded “Okay then, Bucky. You can call me Y/N then if you’d rather not play.” You teased.

His strength was quickly put to use and he swiftly pressed your back against your sofa again “Who said I didn’t want to play with you?” A wicked smirk flashed across your lips as he moved his hand to your neck and his vibranium one to your pussy. You gasped feeling the cold against your throbbing hot mess as he maliciously teased you with one finger and wrapping his other hand around your neck. “Who said I didn’t want to use that little mouth of yours as a fuck toy and then a cum dump for my cock, huh?” His hand got tighter and his finger went deeper inside you again. “And who said I didn’t want to use this little pussy in the same way?” A wild laugh left your throat as he pushed you towards a climax already, edging you towards coming before ripping his hands from your body and making you beg for it. Beg for him. “Is this what you want?” You nodded frantically “I’ll open you and your holes so much that you’ll be passing every single one of my Bills.”

Bucky sat up, leaving you as a panted mess on the sofa and removed his jeans and boxers. “Oh god,” you breathily gasped at the sight of him, at all of him. “I’m sure that’s big enough to open lots of doors for you…”

Bucky smirked, bashfully. “You’re the only person whose doors I’m interested in opening.”

“Trust me, the feeling is mutual.” You sent him a soft smile, and for a moment Bucky saw the true you. From the looks on your faces and in your eyes, you both knew there would be another day for that. For the soft, and the gentle, and the delicate.

But for now, you both knew you just needed to fuck.

“Open that fucking mouth.” He commanded and you did just that, continuing to lay down but hang your head over the edge of the sofa, the back of your head resting against the lip. He slid his entirety into your mouth and moved his hips back and forth “Fuck. FUCK! So warm and wet for me Y/N.” He gripped the side of your head and fistfuls of your hair, using your head to move up and down on his rock hard cock too, his other hand squeezed your breasts and yours with your nipples. “If this is the way your mouth feels around my cock, I can’t even imagine what that beautiful pussy is going to feel like.” He gritted out “I’m going to wreck you tonight baby, you’re gonna have my cum dripping out of you for weeks.” He hissed feeling you hum, a vibration running through his cock to his entire body. “Yes baby, tell me what you’re gonna do for me,” he pulled out to let you say aloud.

“I’m gonna pass your Bill.” You choked out and then choked on his length again.

“Keep saying it, fucking keep saying it.” You did in a strained voice, causing more and more ripples of vibration on his cock. You could feel it twitching on the back of your throat. “Fuck, fuck, fuck say it Y/N. Tell my cock what you’re gonna do. Say you’re gonna pass my bill- SCREAM IT!” You did and Bucky moaned loudly as he came down your throat over the words you chanted. He remained hunched over you, still in your mouth before slowly removing himself with a grunt. “Fucking hell,” he looked down at you, hair a mess, mascara streaming from the tears in your eyes caused from gagging and his cum on the corners of your mouth. He traced a thumb over it, pushing every last drop into your mouth. “Where’s your bedroom?” He practically commanded.

“Upstairs,” you softly spoke, pointing to the corner of the room before wiping your eyes.

With an arm, he lifted you up bridal style and kissed you as he lead you both up the stairs before throwing you on the bed, causing you to giggle which made him smile. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he stood at the edge of your bed, his hand wrapped around his cock, slowly stroking himself. “The only person in this goddamn city, this goddamn world even, who’s ruined me as much as you have. This is what I’d do every night after seeing you. Touch myself into absolute oblivion, especially after seeing you wearing that tight skirt that emphasises your ass so fucking perfectly.” You watched Bucky intently as he got himself off, the way the city lights behind his head made him glow. “I’d even get myself off in the bathroom of my office if you were wearing that semi-sheer red blouse because I just couldn’t wait. I couldn’t wait to think about you on me, I came and I came and I came until I couldn’t stand.” That confession made your jaw drop, and you made a mental note of what he liked. “But enough of me talking.” He stoped touching himself and grabbed you by the ankles, pulling you towards him across the silky sheets. “You should be screaming my name.”

He placed a hand behind your back and pulled you up to him, your lips locking with his and both your tongues battling for dominance. You broke away and kissed down his neck, finding his sweet spot again on the nape of his neck and gently sucked on it. “Y/N,” he moaned “Fuck, don’t leave a mark.”

“Can’t make any promises, Bucky,” you emphasised his name and he felt you smirk against his skin.

“Besides,” he gently pushed you back onto the bed before you had the chance to leave any traces “It’s your sweet spot I should be sucking on.” He pulled your pussy towards his mouth. “I wasn’t going to do this, teach you a lesson for taunting me last week at the gala, but fuck me, you taste to good not to.” His mouth completely covered every inch of your pussy as he frantically ate you out. His tongue swirling between your folds, he moaned as you washed over his tastebuds, sweeter than honey.

Your back arched off the bed as your fingers gripped onto his hair for support. “Oh god, oh Bucky!” Your voice reached the edges of your bedroom as you reached your edge. “Fu-FUCK! Yes, oh god yes! Show me how much you want it passed! Show me how much you want me!” He enthusiastically reacted to your moans, his face soaking so much he was convinced that you were already dripping off his beard and the he would be tasting you on his lips for a week. “I’m gonna cum! I’m fucking going to cum!” You breathlessly panted.

And then he pulled his face away from your soaking, wet heat causing you to almost burst into tears from frustration rather than pleasure. “Not yet. Besides, I told you, teaching you a lesson.” He winked and lay on the bed. You pouted and feigned that you were upset by crossing your arms “Aww,” he cooed and kissed your forehead “Jump on then.” You quickly raised a brow, Bucky remained lying down and tapped his mouth “Jump on before I change my mind.” With an eager gasp you straddled his head and sunk your pussy back onto his mouth. Bucky caressed your thighs that were pressed against the sides of his face and let you pull his hair and happily ride his face. His tongue skilfully circling around your tight hole and hearing you scream in sheer bliss. Now he was hoping to taste you for at least two weeks. But again, edging you to your oblivion he tossed you off and you let out a cry as pleasure subsided away. You looked at him, yelling ‘Why’ without even moving your lips. “I want you to cum on my cock. That’s how our first time is gonna go.” He explained and you nodded as he hovered over your body and perfect aligned himself and sunk his entire cock into the depths of your pussy.

You both let out a moan that ripped through your throats at the sensation, so intense at first that never of you could move. Bucky looked down at you and kissed you gently on the lips before forever bucking his hips and thrusting his cock in and out of you. You help into each other for dear life as you both jolted your hips against each other, doing anything to get him deeper inside you. He slowly unwrapped himself away from you, sitting up on his knees, taking your ankles and spreading your legs even wider. “God Bucky, you’re so big! I won’t l-l-last!”

“Nether will I baby, I’ll let you cum. Just cum for me, gotta see your beautiful face when you cum.” He breathlessly spoke. He watched your body rise from the bed “That’s it, cum on my cock. Cum for me Y/N!” Your entire body shook with pleasure as you hit your high. Bucky continued, thrusting in and out and taking your orgasm beyond the point of control. He kept your legs in place as the pleasure in your body caused your other limbs to frantically jolt out of control.

“Shit, fuck, so fucking hot. You’re gonna look so fucking good when I fill you up! F-f-FUCK!” Bucky roared and came inside you, spilling out already with just how much he came. He looked down and saw you lying in a limp bubble of bliss and a grin on your face.

“Consider it passed, Congressman Barnes,” you tiredly breathed out. Bucky softly chuckled and with a wince from the pair of you, he pulled out and fell beside you on the bed. His arms reached out for you, pulling you close and cradling you gently.

“You okay?” He asked with his eyes shut, the smell of your sweat and perfume soaked skin filling his nostrils now he was taking a moment to embrace that.

You mustered a nod. “F-first time.” You said. “I’ve never slept with any of congress or whoever else you’ve heard.”

Bucky sighed and held you a little tighter. “I know, I trust you. I’m sorry I believed them.”

You yawned. “I’m sorry they fed you lies.” Bucky gently peppered kisses over your head and cheeks before placing one on your lips and holding you close before you drifted off.

Your eyes snapped awake hours later, finding Bucky no where to be seen. You couldn’t help your heart feeling a pang of hurt. You slipped under the covers and brought them to your bare chest, looking at the twinkling lights of the city. Your head snapped to the door hearing footsteps and saw Bucky in his boxers, holding a glass of water and his T-shirt. A smile appeared on your face “Hi.” You quietly greeted.

“Hi,” he smiled and sat by your side “Thought you could use this.” He placed the water by your bedside. “And I was going to put this on you, just so you didn’t get a chill. Didn’t want to rummage through your drawers looking for your pyjamas.”

“That’s okay,” you took the t-shirt from him and he gently helped put it on. “I’m sure a lovely congressman could also keep me from getting a chill.” Bucky smirked as you tossed back the covers, silently inviting him in. He settled in and you curled up into his chest, drifting off to sleep again.

——⚡️——⚡️——

Bucky watched you work your magic early the next morning, wrapped up in your coat and not missing a beat despite the fact you had just arrived- and could barely walk from the night before. You were chatting to the most influential- and oldest- congressman. Asking about his grandkids and wife that you memorised the names of and laughing so sweetly when he cracked an unfunny joke- the stuff that they lapped up and loved. And the stuff that got Bills passed. Then you turned serious, your eyes became big and your eyelashes batted against each other. That’s when the real magic happened.

Later that afternoon Bucky was sitting in the hall with his peers. His Bill was actually getting considered and he was happy you kept your word, not that he had doubted for a moment after your night together that you wouldn’t have.

The doors opened and you walked in. Bucky swallowing hard at what you were wearing- along with most of the men in the room.

That red semi-sheer top.

You sat towards the back of the room, locking eyes with Bucky and shooting him a discreet smile before your eyes moved to everyone on the panel, one of the congressman with Bucky’s Bill in hand as the hearing was called to pass or dismiss the sheets of paper in his grip.

——⚡️——⚡️——⚡️

You made your way to your office with a proud smile after Bucky’s Bill was passed.

A single dollar bill neatly folded on top of your desk. You carefully opened it.

‘Val doesn’t want you to know about this warehouse.’

With coordinates underneath.

Signed simply with-

‘B’

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𝒜𝒸𝒸𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈 - 𝒫𝓉.7

Authors Note: Hi lovelies! Here's the next chapter, enjoy. I'm thinking of wrapping up this series in another few chapters to possibly start some other ideas. Lots of love xx

Summary: Reader and Lewis have a day out together and soon return to the group after their private day, met with playful teasing and warmth, deepening their bond as they settle into the found family atmosphere around the table.

Warnings: mild swearing

Taglist: @urmomsgirlfriend1 @mits-vi @mimisweetz @nebulastarr @jdasiilva

MASTERLIST

Pt1,Pt2,Pt3,Pt4,Pt5,Pt6,Pt7

࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊

The morning sun slipped through the sheer curtains of your hotel room, brushing everything in gold.

You hadn’t slept much, not for lack of trying but because your mind kept replaying the night before. The group. The laughter. And Lewis.

His message had come just after midnight.

Hammertime: I meant what I said earlier. I’m glad you came. You free tomorrow? I’d like to show you the best places in Monaco.

You hadn’t hesitated before responding.

User (You): I’d like that.

Now, standing outside the entrance of your hotel you felt that same flutter in your chest as you spotted him.

Lewis leaned against a sleek car, sunglasses on, hands tucked into the pockets of a lightweight jacket. He looked calm, like the city belonged to him. Maybe it did.

“Hey,” you greeted as you approached.

His smile was small but sincere. “Hey. Ready for a different side of Monaco?”

You nodded, and he opened the passenger door for you. “I thought we’d skip the obvious. No yachts. No flashing cameras. Just something quieter.”

The drive was peaceful. Lewis didn’t rush letting the car glide through winding streets that curled around the hills.

The view from higher up was breathtaking with red rooftops spilling into the sea and sunlight dancing off the water like it was trying to impress someone.

Eventually, he parked near a tucked away garden overlooking the coast. Bougainvillaea spilled over the stone walls and benches lined the walkway. It wasn’t touristy. It wasn’t crowded. It was calm.

You walked in step for a while, the silence between you soft rather than awkward.

“You come here often?” you asked, brushing your fingers along a cluster of flowers.

He nodded. “When I need to remember why I love this place. Before the noise starts up again.”

You sat on a low bench beneath a tree, the breeze brushing against your skin. “It’s beautiful,” you murmured. “Feels like the city’s secret.”

Lewis watched you carefully, his sunglasses now tucked into his shirt collar. “You looked nervous yesterday.”

“I was.”

“And now?”

You exhaled. “Still a little. Though it’s fading.”

Something passed between you in that moment. Not quite defined. Not loud. Just understood.

He leaned back, eyes on the sea. “You surprised me, you know. When we bumped into each other at the airport I didn’t know it was you.”

“I didn’t either,” you admitted. “But I remember the smell of your cologne.”

He laughed softly. “Well, that’s flattering.”

The conversation drifted into lighter things after that.

He told you about his favourite hobbies and you confessed you still didn’t understand half the racing terminology. You talked about animals that you love. He told you about his music playlists.

It felt like unraveling slowly, gently, with no pressure to be anything other than yourselves.

Soon he changed the subject grinning. “Come, let’s continue wandering.”

࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊

As the two of you strolled through the streets of Monaco it had a different rhythm when it was both of you.

Gone were the crowded tables and booming laughter of the café, replaced by a quieter, more intimate pace.

The sunlight fell in lazy gold ribbons across cobblestone paths, bouncing off polished car hoods and shuttered windows. Lewis walked beside you unrushed, relaxed and softer than you’d ever seen him.

Lewis tucked his hands into his pockets, glancing sideways at you as the two of you strolled toward the Port. “You know,” he said, voice low and thoughtful, “I wasn’t sure you were going to show up today.”

You smiled, looking ahead at the bobbing yachts in the distance. “I wasn’t sure I was either.”

“What changed?”

You hesitated, then glanced at him. “Your message.”

He looked at you, genuinely curious.

“You said you were looking forward to meeting me. And I don’t know it felt honest. Like you weren’t just saying it for the sake of it.”

Lewis nodded slowly, gaze returning to the view. “It was honest.”

The breeze off the water picked up slightly, sweeping a strand of hair across your cheek. Without thinking, he reached over gently tucking it back behind your ear. The brush of his fingers lingered, just for a second longer than necessary and it sent a quiet ripple through your chest.

“I don’t really do this,” you said softly.

“Walk around Monaco with a stranger?”

You huffed a laugh. “Let people in so easily.”

He slowed his steps, coming to a stop near the edge of the Port. The water shimmered below like a moving canvas. “You don’t seem closed off.”

“I’ve had to learn how to seem a lot of things.”

That made him look at you, really look. “Same.”

The admission sat between you like a thread waiting to be pulled. Instead, Lewis gestured toward the edge.

You followed him to a quieter part of the marina, where the path rose up into a small overlook that gave way to a stunning panorama.

Monaco unfurling in every direction, the palace high on the hill, the sea stretching endlessly beyond.

“I’ve always adored just starring into nature and forgetting everything else exists” he said, settling on the low stone wall and motioning for you to join him.

You sat beside him, knees brushing and let the hush of the moment sink in.

“Feels like you don’t get much silence to enjoy it ,” you said.

“Not really. But that’s what made the group chat special. No expectations just guys like us having fun for once in the shadows. It’s more like a place for us to breathe and be normal.”

You glanced at him. “You think we’ll keep this? The group, I mean. After the novelty wears off?”

He smiled faintly. “I think we’ll fight for it.”

You sat in that quiet for a while, listening to the occasional gull overhead, the lap of water below, the distant hum of cars curling around cliffs. And then softly and tentatively Lewis turned to you.

“Would it be alright if we made this a tradition?” he asked.

You tilted your head. “What, Monaco strolls and half revealed secrets?”

A small chuckle escaped him, but his eyes stayed on yours. “Just time. With you.”

That warmth you’d been feeling since the café spread deeper now, anchoring in your chest.

“Yeah,” you said. “I think I’d like that.”

You stood eventually, walking again this time toward the old town where he bought you an espresso and insisted on splitting a croissant that was “life changing, I swear.” You watched him smile through flaky crumbs, his eyes crinkling at the corners and thought maybe he was right.

By the time the sky began to blush with twilight, you’d made your way back toward the coast. He drove one handed the other inches away from your thigh. Neither of you had checked your phones. Time moved differently when it was just you and him.

The car arrived at your hotel entrance, the quiet settled again.

Lewis glanced up at the building, then back at you. “So I guess this is goodnight?”

You nodded, but didn’t move.

He hesitated, thumb grazing the back of your hand. “I’ll message you later?”

You smiled. “I’ll be waiting.” Your replies hand stilling tingling from his touch.

He didn’t kiss you - not yet. But the way his eyes lingered said it was only a matter of time.

And when you stepped out of the car heading inside the building, your heart was still outside walking those Monaco streets beside him.

Before you went to bed that night he sent you a text…

Hammetime: You never have to pretend with me

࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊

You woke slowly, the kind of morning where the sun filtered in through half drawn curtains, warming the duvet and painting gold across the floor.

Monaco outside your window was already stirring with seagulls calling from the harbour, mopeds humming down narrow streets and the gentle hush of the sea against the docks.

But it wasn’t the city that made your stomach flutter.

It was the message still sitting on your phone.

You never have to pretend with me.

You’d read it too many times last night, your heart doing somersaults in the dark. The thought of Lewis not just the name, but the man behind it staring at his phone somewhere else in Monaco, waiting for your reply, had felt surreal.

But real.

You sat up slowly, stretching, hair tousled and skin still warm from dreams. Your fingers reached for the phone instinctively.

[Private Message - Hammertime💬]

Hammertime: Morning. I’m heading out for a run, but I’ll grab us coffee if you’re free later?

You smiled without thinking.

User (You): Yes to the coffee. Only if you let me buy the pastries this time.

Hammertime: Only if you promise to let me pick the view.

You stood and padded over to the small balcony. Monaco sprawled below you, sun drenched and shimmering. Somewhere in that maze of beauty, Lewis was out there running, living and maybe thinking about you too.

Your phone vibrated again.

Hammertime: Meet me at the top of Jardin Exotique in an hour?

You bit your lip, smile tugging wider.

User(You): Deal. Don’t forget the coffee.

You managed to pick up some pastries on the way and headed to the location. The climb up to the garden was slow and not just because of the incline. You paused to take everything in -

And then you saw him.

Waiting on a low stone wall, hair tied back, hoodie damp with sweat, a takeaway tray balanced beside him with two coffees. He looked up at the sound of your steps and his whole face changed.

Like he lit from within.

“Hey,” he said softly, standing.

“Hi,” you said, breathless from more than just the hill.

He handed you a cup without breaking eye contact. “Still hot.”

“I hope it’s not too sweet.”

He grinned. “I remember. One sugar, splash of oat milk.”

You blinked. “You remembered from the café?”

Lewis just smiled and nudged his chin toward a nearby bench. “Come sit. I brought the good view.”

You placed the small pastry bag between the two of you.

The both of you lt the world exist around you. Monaco lay below like a secret and for the first time since arriving, you didn’t feel like an outsider looking in.

“You always go for a run around here?” you asked, taking a sip.

“When I want to feel grounded,” he said before taking a bite of his pastry. “And small. In a good way.”

You nodded. “I think I get that.”

He glanced at you, more serious now. “Yesterday being with you it felt like I was truly happy for the first time in years.”

You turned your coffee slowly in your hands. “Yeah, it did for me as well.”

“I’ve got a million people around me most days,” he admitted. “But yesterday? I didn’t feel watched. I just felt seen.”

You looked over at him. “That’s all anyone really wants, right?”

His smile turned quiet. “You see a lot, don’t you?”

“Only the things that matter.”

Lewis reached out then gently - his fingers brushing over yours on the bench.

“Stay a little longer?” he asked.

You didn’t answer with words.

You just laced your fingers with his, soft and certain, and let the city fall away.

The warmth of Lewis’s hand around yours was steady. Not overwhelming, not rushed just present. It grounded you more than the view, more than the breeze, more than the way the morning light made everything glow with possibility.

“Do you ever think about what your life might’ve looked like if you weren’t this?” you asked after a while, not quite meeting his eyes.

He was quiet for a moment. “All the time.”

You looked over. His gaze was somewhere distant, out over the sea.

“Sometimes I wonder if I’d still be me without the noise. Without the cameras. But then again, racing gave me everything. It’s just - ” He paused, turning toward you. “It’s hard to know what’s real when everything’s always on display.”

You nodded. “That’s why you like the quiet?”

“I like the quiet,” he said softly, “when you’re in it.”

Your heart stumbled, unprepared. He wasn’t saying it to charm you. It wasn’t rehearsed or dressed up. It was just true.

You let the silence stretch again, but this time it was fully comfortable. His thumb brushed slowly across your knuckles, back and forth, like he didn’t even realise he was doing it. Like his body already knew the rhythm of being near you.

Eventually, you rested your head on his shoulder, tentative at first until he leaned into you, solid and warm.

“You know,” you murmured, “I was sure this trip would be a disaster.”

Lewis huffed a quiet laugh. “And now?”

“Now I’m not so sure I want to leave.”

You felt him smile into your hair. “Good. Because I was just thinking the same thing.”

You didn’t need anything more than that. Not right now.

Just the garden. The quiet. And the beginning of something that felt realer than anything you could’ve prepared for.

Your phone buzzed where it sat on the bench between you and Lewis, forgotten for the better part of an hour. You sighed and reached for it, still curled against his side.

GridGremlins

 MadMax: Oi. Has anyone done a welfare check on you two?

 Hulk: Monaco is only so big. Blink twice if Lewis kidnapped you.

 Pastry: We made a bet. If Lewis isn't back to the hotel all of us are sharing by lunch, Charles owes me pastries.

 SmoothOperator: I, for one support the getaway. But send a pic or we’ll assume you’ve joined a cult.

 HoneyBadger: Or eloped.

 RussellSprouts: Seconded. Elopement energy.

You couldn’t help but laugh -quiet but not surprised.

Lewis peeked at the screen and grinned. “Should we mess with them?”

You raised an eyebrow. “What, send a photo from a jewelry store?”

He smirked. “Or outside city hall.”

You opened the camera, angled it over your shoulder with Lewis tucked in beside you, still half reclined on the bench. He threw a peace sign. You snapped it -light, effortless, unfiltered.

Then sent it.

(User) You: Alive. No cult. Just carbs and sun.

Hammertime: And maybe the best morning in a long time.

There was a beat of silence in the group chat.

Then -

HoneyBadger: Ugh okay I ship it.

 SmootherOperator : …you’re glowing. Both of you. It’s disgusting.

 Pierrefect : Cute. I’ll allow it.

 Baguetteboi : Fine. You win. I’ll buy Oscar the pastries.

 Norrified : I KNEW IT.

You tucked the phone away again, cheeks warm.

Lewis looked down at you. “You okay?”

You nodded. “Better than okay.”

And this time, it was you who took his hand.

࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊

The sun had dipped behind the Monaco skyline, casting the city in the kind of golden haze that made everything look softer - slower, like the day was asking not to end.

You and Lewis parted ways earlier to get dressed for dinner with the group.

He soon picked you up once again from the front of your hotel to walk you to the restaurant. Side by side through the winding streets, the hush of early evening broken only by the sound of your footsteps and the distant hum of passing scooters.

Neither of you said much, but it wasn’t the heavy kind of silence. It was warm. Comfortable. Every so often his shoulder brushed yours and each time, it sent a electric zap through you.

As you approached the little restaurant tucked between stone walls and climbing vines, Lewis slowed. You could already hear them inside - the boys. Loud, unfiltered, absolutely themselves. The sound made your chest flutter with a strange mix of fondness and nerves.

Lewis looked over at you, mouth twitching. “They’re gonna say something.”

“Oh, definitely.”

“Want to run?”

You smiled, tugging gently at his hand. “Too late.”

He let out a breath of a laugh and pushed open the door.

The noise swelled instantly.

“There they are!” Pierre's voice rang out, rising above the din like a stage actor who’d spotted a long lost lover. He stood with arms outstretched like he was about to burst into song.

“Look at them!” Lando added, eyes wide with faux amazement. “Nearly a whole day without supervision. A miracle.”

“Was it love?” Max asked, propping his chin on his hand in mock earnestness. “Did you ride scooters down the coast and stare into each other’s souls?”

“Did you get lost in the lavender fields of France?” Charles deadpanned. “That’s only like twenty minutes away.”

George leaned over the table. “Tell us everything. No - tell us nothing. We’ll fill in the blanks.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your grin. “You’re all terrible.”

“And nosy,” Carlos chimed in. “Don’t forget nosy.”

“Come on,” Oscar said, patting the empty seat beside him. “Join us, mysterious duo.”

You and Lewis slid into the booth - him on one end and you beside him, close enough that his knee brushed yours beneath the table. No one said anything about that part, but you could feel them noticing.

The table buzzed with life. Bread baskets passed back and forth, plates clinked, drinks were poured generously.

At some point, Nico started recounting a chaotic travel story, complete with dramatic hand gestures and Carlos nearly spit out his drink laughing.

But through it all, there was a rhythm. A beat beneath the banter. Every so often, you caught one of them sneaking a glance your way. Every so often, Lewis shifted like he was attuned to your every breath, your every word.

“So?” Daniel asked between bites of tiramisu. “What’s the verdict? Back for good, or was today just a one time miracle?”

You met his eyes, your answer slow but steady. “I think I needed this more than I realised.”

Lando raised a glass. “To weird group chats, then.”

Oscar raised his. “To making a new friend out of dumb usernames.”

Carlos added, “To whatever this is. Honestly, I’m not sure anymore.”

Charles smirked. “To Lewis, for finally talking.”

That earned a chorus of laughter.

Lewis groaned, shaking his head. “I talk.”

“You brooded for a full week before you said hi in the group chat,” Max shot back.

“And you practically fled the café earlier,” George added, pointing at him with his fork.

“I didn’t flee.”

“You ghosted us like a bad Tinder date,” Daniel said, grinning. “But look at you now.”

Everyone raised their glasses again. You clinked yours gently against Lewis’s, catching his eye as you did. He gave you a look that said, They’re never going to let this down and you gave him one right back that said. Nope, never.

The teasing settled, replaced by stories. Real ones this time.

Charles talked about how being home in Monaco felt like a breath between storms.

Lando described late night drives with no destination.

Max admitted that sometimes, when the pressure built too high he reread old group messages just to laugh again.

Daniel told you that keeping the chat alive was his way of holding onto the good stuff.

You listened. You learned. You saw them for who they really were - boys who had become brothers, bound not just by racing, but by trust.

And through it all, Lewis stayed close.

Quiet, yes, but present. Sometimes his hand found yours beneath the table. Sometimes you leaned just enough to feel his shoulder against yours. Sometimes you said nothing at all and it still felt like everything.

At the end of the night, as the group began to stretch and stand and groan about full stomachs, Max slung his jacket over his shoulder and grinned. “We’re doing this again.”

“Definitely,” Nico agreed.

“Tomorrow?” George offered.

Daniel wiggled his brows. “Or are our lovers here otherwise engaged?”

“Oh my god,” you muttered, hiding your face.

Lewis just laughed.

You said your goodbyes, hugs passed around, cheek kisses from Charles, a forehead bump from Lando. It wasn’t goodbye, it was see you later.

And as you and Lewis stepped out into the warm Monaco night again, the city lights blinked around you like stars fallen to earth.

You were in orbit now, as he took your hand in his walking to your hotel.

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pit-stop-princess · 1 day ago

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Click Click - Chapter Four

Ollie Bearman x Photographer!Fem!Reader

Kimi Antonelli & Antonelli!Sister!Reader

Summary: I came to F1 with my little brother Kimi to photograph his rookie season, not to fall for his best friend and Haas's golden boy. Somehow, Ollie Bearman keeps ending up in my shots!

Warnings: light swearing, barely suggestive, fluff, Ollie content (finally)

Word Count: 1826

Notes: remember how the reader is 5 feet tall? yeah 👍. enjoy!

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Miami Grand Prix – Friday Practice – Pit Lane Access

The heat in Miami was unreal. Unlike Melbourne’s dry sun, it was sticky and wet, like walking through a hot towel. My shirt clung to my back, and my lens fogged every five minutes. I’d cleaned it so many times it squeaked.

I wasn’t even supposed to be on the pit lane right now. I was technically supposed to be grabbing soft shots of fans and hospitality setups for the pre-race media package. But the Haas garage had good lighting, I had a pass, and I was thirsty for a dramatic shot.

Kimi waved at me as he disappeared into the Mercedes garage. I gave a small wave back and started adjusting the ISO.

Click. I snapped a quick pit crew prep shot, then shifted half a meter to the left for a better angle.

Click.

And there he was.

Ollie Bearman, helmet in hand, leaning against the barrier just outside the garage, eyes half-lidded behind his visor. Not posing. Not even aware. Just there.

Clickclick.

“Fuck,” I cursed under my breath and pulled the camera away.I hadn’t meant to take his picture. Again.

It was like he had some kind of gravitational pull. Not dramatic, not showy. He just looked good through a lens, even when he was doing absolutely nothing. Especially then.

I took another, from a wider angle this time. He was talking to his engineer, nodding, jaw sharp in profile, one hand gesturing slightly like he was explaining something about the setup.

Click.

“You know,” a voice said beside me, “I’m starting to think you have a favorite.”

I looked up. It was the same Canon guy from Melbourne, wearing a bucket hat this time and sipping a Red Bull like fine wine.

“I do not,” I said, frowning slightly.

He raised an eyebrow. “Just happens to be twenty photos of Bearman in your last upload folder.”

“Maybe he’s just photogenic,” I muttered.

“You’re the one taking the pictures.”

Okay. Fair.

“What’s your name?”

“Dwight. Yours?”

“Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.” I said, shaking his hand.

He started walking away. “I’ll see you around, Y/N.”

I crouched down and started scrolling through my previews. Kimi, check. Kimi in motion, check. Kimi fist-bumping George, check.

Ollie Bearman, standing next to a tire rack like it was a Calvin Klein ad, also check.

I sighed. He hadn’t even texted me back from a few weeks ago.

This was fine. It wasn’t a crush. It wasn’t even intentional. It was just… good subject matter. And if my camera happened to find him again in the paddock later, or during cooldown, or maybe in parc fermé with his race suit peeled halfway down and his fluffy hair damp with sweat-

Okay. Problem.

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I spent the next few hours photographing the other garages and the race. I sat back from my last picture of Alex’s car flying past, scrolling through the previous dozen.

A picture of Lewis Hamilton, smiling over his shoulder, one last look back before putting his headgear on.

A candid of Yuki Tsunoda, Red Bull cap in one hand, the other running through his jet-black hair.

A shot of Carlos Sainz and his girlfriend, her hands on his cheeks, squishing his face slightly as he smiled at her.

Anyone who wasn’t Ollie Bearman.

I scrolled again.

There he was, Helmet off. Suit half-zipped. Laughing again, always laughing.

“Hey Y/N, you okay?”

I looked up. It was Dwight again with his bucket hat, sunglasses, and lanyard full of media passes. He leaned against the concrete barrier like he’d been watching me scroll.

“I’m fine,” I said automatically.

He didn’t say anything at first. He just sipped his coffee, then glanced toward the track like he was checking the clouds for rain.

“I’ve been photographing motorsport since the 70s,” he said. “Back when pit stops were chaos and car liveries actually looked good.”

I smiled a little. “Wow. Vintage.”

“Careful,” he said, but he grinned too. “Anyway, there was this girl. Used to come to every race. If she could, she sat as close to the McLaren pit as the seats would allow her. Always on the right side.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Stalker vibes.”

He chuckled. “Maybe. But no matter where I stood, no matter what I was shooting- drivers, cars, podiums- somehow she always ended up in frame. Just this blur of red lipstick and curls, smiling at something off-camera. Every. Damn. Time.”

He paused, looking at me over the rim of his sunglasses. “Took me a year to realize I was aiming for her without even meaning to.”

I blinked. “What happened?”

“I introduced myself,” he said simply. “Married forty-nine years last spring.”

Something in my chest went soft and weird. “Congratulations.”

He tapped the side of his lens. “Sometimes the camera knows before you do.”

I looked down at mine, heavy in my lap, and said nothing. Did it know anything about how much the pictures I took with it meant to me?

He didn’t push. He nodded, tipped his bucket hat like he was a cowboy in a Western, and started walking towards the McLaren garage.

But as he passed, he added, almost offhand: “The trick, kid, is knowing when to stop taking the picture, and start being in it.”

And then he was gone. I watched him leave, his head turning to the right, like he was looking for someone. Then I saw her.

Red lipstick and curls.

Dwight smiled at her like she was his whole world, and she smiled back. They both watched the cars fly by, laughing and cheering when Oscar Piastri was in first. Dwight held her like he’d just won P1. Like somehow, without meaning to, he’d ended up at the finish line with everything he never knew he was racing toward.

Maybe she was the victory.

I focused my camera and took a picture of the two of them, then looked around. I stood by the barriers alone. Just me, my camera, and twenty-four high-res JPEGs of Ollie Bearman.

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Miami Grand Prix – Post-Race

Everything was loud.

The kind of loud that came from team radios crackling, pit crews cheering, fans screaming through fences, and engines hissing as they shut off under the Florida sun. The kind of loud that didn't matter because I had one eye pressed to my camera and the other on him.

I’d been snapping Kimi, obviously. He’d finished P6, grinning like a maniac, sweat already drying on his fireproofs.

But next to him?

Ollie.

Helmet off, suit unzipped to the waist, curls damp and messy, face flushed red and golden from the heat. His smile didn’t reach his eyes. The DNF had frustrated him. He was leaning back slightly, hand on his chest like he couldn’t breathe through it.

And there it was.

Clickclickclick.

I adjusted focus, caught the edge of the grin, the shape of his collarbone, the exact moment he-

Looked right at me.

Dead center through the viewfinder.

I froze.

His brows lifted slightly, like 'huh, caught you,' and the grin widened. Not smug. Not mocking. Just surprised.

I lowered the camera slowly, like I could reverse time if I moved gently enough.Across the metal fencing, Ollie tilted his head and mouthed, "Did you get my good side?"

I blinked. What?

Then he pantomimed a pose- shoulder out, chin tilt, pout.

I nearly dropped my lens.

He jogged over, half-drenched, peeling the top half of his fireproofs lower and dragging a water bottle across his jaw. “So,” he said, eyes dancing, “am I just that ridiculously photogenic, or are you secretly obsessed with me?”

“Oh my god,” I groaned.

He grinned. “I’m flattered.”

“You should be concerned.”

“Why?” he said, cocking an eyebrow. “Afraid you’ll make me look too hot?”

“You sweat like an athlete in a 2004 Gatorade commercial.”

“Wow. I'm stealing that for my bio.”

I started to lift my camera again- instinct.

Ollie tilted his head. “Do you ever get in front of the camera?”

I blinked again. “No.”

“That’s a shame,” he said, mock-serious. “You’ve got great symmetry.”

I snorted. “You just made that weird.”

“Good. That’s what I was going for.”

I shook my head, but the smile tugged at my mouth before I could stop it.

Then, quieter, he added, “But seriously, do you ever take any just for you? Not for media. Not for work. Just something you want to keep?”

That surprised me.

I hesitated, thumb resting on the zoom. “Sometimes. Sometimes I print them and frame them.”

“Then maybe take one of this,” he said, a little softer now, spreading his arms slightly. Like he was trying to say, ‘this being the moment, the sun, the mess, the frustration still on my face.’

“You don’t have to send it. Just if it’s a good one.”

I adjusted the focus slowly.

Click.

I looked down at the preview. That wasn’t going to work. I put my camera strap back around my neck.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, shifting uncomfortably, his hands falling to his sides like he didn’t quite know what to do with them.

“Nothing, I have an idea. Are you okay if I pose you?”

“Uh, sure?”

I moved into his personal space, and the difference in height hit me full force. I had to tilt my head back to meet his gaze, but he didn’t seem to notice. I reached up, resting my fingertips lightly on his shoulders. “Can you relax for me?”

He dropped his shoulders, slouching just a little. His eyes softened, watching me with a quiet focus.

I stepped closer on tiptoes, adjusting the angle of his head with soft nudges, but as I shifted, the ground beneath my feet shifted, too, an uneven patch of floor beneath me, a slight imbalance. I felt myself stumble, heart in my throat.

Before I could regain my footing, his arms caught me, pulling me to his chest. I pressed my palm against it, bracing myself.

He didn’t flinch, just held still, his body steady under my hand.I didn’t move right away. I let my palm linger, just for a beat, grounding myself. His breath was slow, steady, and I caught myself lingering in the space between us a moment too long, but I couldn’t help it.

I finally pulled back, giving him a small, sheepish smile. “Sorry about that.”

“No need to apologize.” He said, his voice almost soft, like it was wrapped in something else. “You good?”

“Yeah.” I took a step back, checking my camera. “Alright. Don’t smile.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Click.

He looked softer now. Tired. Real. I didn’t say anything, just nodded once, the grin tugging at the corner of my mouth as I studied the image.

“Lovely.”

He nodded, then turned to go. “Still think I’m your favorite subject,” he called over his shoulder.

I rolled my eyes.

But I didn’t deny it.

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sturniolo04 · 3 days ago

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Singledad!Chris x Daughter!Madison , and its her prank him that she got a speeding ticket or a tattoo

A/n: ofc! I absolutely love these requests I have coming in, you guys are amazing!! I made it into a small blurb I hope you love it! And remember to leave requests in my inbox! If you don’t like the pre added name in my works you can simply put in your own or don’t read it, it up to you :)-Charli

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Chris never really had rules in the household when it came to Madison but one rule that really was the dumbest rule of parenting history was that madison cant get a tattoo until she was 21. She was 18.

"Wouldnt it be really funny if i just got a semi-permanent tattoo to prank and freak my dad out and see what he does"

Madison blurted out to Nick who was sitting next to her in the car since they had gone to get coffee to get the day started.

"um i mean if you want to I would be down to help you out with this"

nick chuckles scrolling on his phone to look up the nearest parlor that does semi permanent tattoos.

"uh yes we can do it now is there a parlor close to this starbucks we are at"

madison questions looking around the parking lot they were sitting in. Nick clears his throat to grab her attention. Madison turned to see him holding up his phone screen with directions to the nearest tattoo parlor in the area.

"oh you already found one"

madison giggles.

"yep on we go"

nick chuckles out as madison started her jeep beginning to head in the direction of the parlor.

Madison ended up getting the semi permenant tatto behind her ear it being a simple rose which she couldn't lie was cute it made her tempted to just get it inked on her permenantly.

Nick and Madiosn walked back into the house to be met with the man they were looking for. Chris

"hey your guys are back"

chris exclaims greeting the pair as they walked over to the couch to sit down. Madison sat down next to chris specifically on the side that the tattoo was on he was bound to notice it soon be cause she had her hair up so nothing was covering it at all.

"yep"

madison squeals out as he brings her into a side hug. Madison fully leaned into his figure. Chris peeped what looked like a black mark on her but shook it off because it probably was nothing.

"what did you two go do"

chris asks the pair.

"we went to starbucks and i went to the tattoo parlor"

nick causually states.

"why did you guys go to a tattoo parlor"

chris asks slowly raising an eyebrow at nick.

"oh no reason i want to see if i want a tattoo but decided not to get one"

nick shrugs out. Madison let out a soft sigh 'pretending to stretch her neck' trying to bring attention to the ink behind her ear.

"madison what the fuck is this"

chris ask grabbing her chin slightly turning her head away from him to see what was behind her ear. there it was

"what are you talking about"

madison huffs out.

"madsion that better not be a tattoo"

chris scolds being to rub on the ink to see if it was a prank. it not coming off because it was semi permanent tattoo it wasn't coming off for a couple weeks.

"its not going to come off"

madison states softly feeling his finger aggressively rub on the design behind her ear.

"youre joking you better be joking about this... nick"

chris trails off absolutely fuming that madison made a decision that he told her not to make until she was 21 at least and mad that nick let her do it under his watch.

"what chill out she wanted one really bad plkus how can you say no to her like"

nick chuckles rolling his eyes. Chris lets out a loud frustrated groan placing his head in hands.

"im trying not to kill you right now nick"

chris quietly mumbles him sounded slightly muffled because of his head being in his hands. Madison and Nick make eye contact silently laughing at chris' reaction.

"Dad its not real"

madison mumbles out holding in her giggle as chris looks up at her with a sense of relief in his eyes.

"its semi permenant its not coming off for a couple weeks though"

nick chuckles out as chris lets out a huge sigh as madison continues to giggle.

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ludolka · 2 days ago

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A small Activity detected ficlet for you guys, because my previous post about Joel’s favorite color being purple wasn’t leaving my mind

Word count: around 1800 ; mostly told from Joel’s perspective, also it’s dialogue heavy

“Actually, my favorite color is purple. One specific shade of purple really”

Joel interrupted Jimmy’s ramblings about color association. He wasn’t sure how this topic started, but it started with Lizzie and Oli having an argument with Jimmy about color theory and it has since turned into Jimmy listing which color he associates with whom. It was one of those late night drives after a recording with the heating turned on, which made everyone even sleepier and that usually resulted in everyone just talking about whatever came to mind

“Wait, really? But you are the green guy. Why purple?”

Jimmy sounded baffled which got a chuckle out of Joel. He was a man of many surprises after all. But it got the rest of the car’s attention on him, seemingly now more awake than before

“Dunno, I just like it better. It’s prettier than green”

Joel just shrugged and kept his hands on the wheel. It wasn’t that big of a deal, not to him at least. He glanced over to the passenger seat where Grian sat. Grian didn’t contribute to the color argument, he cozied up to the door with his legs loosely hugged to his chest, leaning his head against the window. Joel thought he was asleep, but he now saw him staring back at him with furrowed brows. He didn’t dwell too much on it, turning his attention back to the road after a second

“Oh wow, big character development here then. Which shade do you like?”

Lizzie sounded excited about figuring it out. She was big into colors, she was an artist after all, so she wanted to be able to picture which specific shade it was since Joel added that detail instead of just sticking to the all-encompassing purple

“I don’t know its name”

Joel hummed and laughed again at Lizzie’s sigh at his response. It was expected, but it made her job of finding it harder

“Of course you don’t. Do you even know some of the names of the shades of purple?”

Joel could hear the eye roll in her tone, making him smile harder

“Not really, I usually just say purple and whether it’s light or dark if I need to specify it”

“You’re such a man. Alright, let’s find your purple then. Can you describe it?”

Joel rolled his eyes with a smile at that comment, hearing the three in the back laugh at it. He glanced over at Grian again, who looked like he was studying him. He thought for a moment, recalling the purple he was thinking about

“It’s a light purple”

He concluded with a nod, like that was enough information for Lizzie to find that one specific shade

“Very descriptive. Is it more blueish or pinkish?”

“A bit more pinkish I think”

“And how light is it? Is it a pastel?”

“Uhh, I don’t think it’s that light”

While he wouldn’t have admitted it to the others, he was kind of glad Lizzie was this invested in finding it. He wouldn’t have looked by himself, he didn’t care to know enough, but it would be nice to put a name to the color. He could look it up that way if he ever wanted to see it outside his dreams. There was a bit of silence and he could hear her tapping on her phone

“Okay I pulled up a basic shades of purple image with names. This is kind of hard with you driving and you also not knowing the names. Does lavender or mauve mean anything to you?”

“Not really”

Lizzie sighed again as she thought about what other basic questions she could ask to get closer to the answer when Grian turned back and held out his hand

“Let me see”

She handed the phone over to him and after he found a comfortable sitting position again he looked at the screen. He seemed to be in thought for a bit before typing something and turning the phone over to Joel to look at

“Just a hunch, but could it be lilac or lavender? Here’s the two next to each other, just glance at them”

Joel glanced at the phone for a second, it was easier to pick out a color when it was just two options instead of having to look through multiple. He frowned a bit at just how accurately Grian narrowed it down to only two

“Oh, yeah, the pinker one, that’s similar, just maybe not that light”

Grian nodded and typed a bit again before turning the phone to Joel again. He sounded tense for some reason Joel couldn’t figure out

“Okay, how about this?”

“Yeah, that’s the one. How did you know? Do you see inside my head or something? You kinda creep me out sometimes”

Joel laughed it off, Grian’s ability to correctly guess things or just know things have long stopped freaking him out. It bothered him in the beginning, Grian’s uncanny ability to seemingly stare into his soul and just know things he shouldn’t, but he has gotten used to it by now. It even comforted him sometimes, having someone understand him without having to say anything. And it has became just one of those unsettling, but somehow endearing things about Grian that made him him

“I’m not that surprised, you two sometimes act like you can telepathically talk to each other. But what’s the name?”

Judging by the giggles and Lizzie’s teasing tone, no one else was all that bothered by Grian just knowing the exact shade Joel was thinking about

“Bright lilac”

Grian quietly told them while he handed back the phone to her, so she and the boys beside her could take a look. Joel made a mental note of the name and when he glanced over to Grian again, he was turned towards the window again

“You’re right, it is a pretty color. It is also very specific for someone who doesn’t care about colors. Why bright lilac in particular?”

It was Oli’s voice from the back this time. Joel hummed and maybe it was the tiredness, but he didn’t think too much about how to respond and just said the first thing that came to mind. It was almost 1 am after all

“It’s the color of my dreams. Like actual dreams”

He felt himself get a bit flustered and immediately regretted opening up like this because of the reaction he got for that. Oli and Jimmy laughed and Lizzie cooed, but non of it felt teasing or mocking, which somehow made it worse

“And you say I’m corny. I never took you for a guy who cares about dreams and their meanings”

Jimmy mused after his laughter died down

“Because I don’t. But this color is in a lot of them and it’s grown on me”

Joel shrugged again, accepting how they aren’t going to let this topic go and just decided to play along. He could see Grian tense up in the corner of his eye

“Ooh let’s check out what it means to dream with the color purple, I’m curious now”

Lizzie piped up again, taking her phone out again and typing away. Oli and Jimmy glanced over at her phone and they seemed just as excited to potentially learn more about Joel as she was

“You can, but I don’t think it’ll be accurate”

Joel shook his head with a smile. He doubted they’d get the right answer or if there even was a right answer. He doubted the color purple symbolized anything in particular. He of course wouldn’t tell them he already knew where the purple came from, how it’s the color of his birdie’s eyes and wings. They couldn’t water board that information out of him that he has been regularly dreaming about Grian, or well not exactly Grian, but a winged, more eccentric version of him in this color

“Shut up, it’s fun. Alright, first article doesn’t say a whole lot, it just kinda walks you through what purple usually symbolizes and how it’s unique to everyone what it means in a dream. Not the most helpful. Huh, another says purple is linked to psychic abilities and the supernatural. Maybe this hobby is having a bigger effect on your subconscious than you’d think”

Lizzie summarized what she was reading while she skimmed over the articles and whatever results Google gave. Her last comment was obviously meant as a dig at their resident sceptic, but this association stood out to Joel

“The supernatural, huh?”

He quietly said mostly to himself as he mused over his thoughts regarding birdie again

“It also says purple symbolizes royalty, power, spirituality and luxury. Oh interesting fun fact, a lot of ancient leaders wore purple because they were thought to be descendents of gods. So I guess it can symbolize godhood in a way as well?”

Lizzie added, either not hearing or ignoring Joel’s comment. This sparked even more intrigue in him

“I think you’re getting too into it when it’s not this deep”

Grian interjected with a somewhat annoyed tone, not turning away from his window. Joel could feel he obviously didn’t want to talk more about this topic, like it hit a nerve or something for him, but he couldn’t understand why. He liked to think he knew Grian pretty well, they were close after all, but Grian was still unpredictable and full of surprises sometimes. Just like birdie

“I like that though, my favorite color is the color of a god. That seems fitting”

And it did. From Joel’s perspective birdie always had this air of divinity around him that he couldn’t explain, but could feel regardless. And the other descriptions were fitting too, power, royalty and luxury. He could easily describe birdie with those adjectives among many other things. He never thought of him as a god before though, or as anything other than Grian really. But it felt strangely right for him to see him as something divine, something sacred, something only for his eyes to see and his hands to touch. Maybe he romanticized birdie a bit too much, but it was his dream and fantasy after all. It wasn’t reality. He chased away the creeping thought that that would imply he saw Grian as something divine and his subconscious amplified that in his dreams. He wasn’t that down bad

“Of course you’d think it’s fitting with your god complex”

The three in the back laughed at Jimmy’s comment and when Grian finally glanced over at Joel for the first time since the name of the shade has been found out, he didn’t see the expression he expected. He expected maybe annoyance or a smug smirk, but instead Joel looked content and had a soft smile, his eyes never leaving the road ahead as he looked deep in thought, no longer paying attention to the people in the car

#activity detected au #ficlet

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sturnispider · 2 days ago

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Hi, can you possibly do a Nathan and Sebreina one shot and its her getting her wisdome teeth out and her brothers are flimng it and nathan is taging along with them

ofccc!!💘💘

absolutely — here’s a funny and sweet story of sabrina getting her wisdom tooth out, with the triplets vlogging the whole thing and nate by her side:

the vlog started with nick holding the camera in the car, aiming it at matt in the driver’s seat and chris beside him. sabrina was in the back, sunglasses on, hoodie up, slumped next to nathan.

nick said “today’s vlog is a special one. we’re taking sabrina to get her wisdom tooth yanked out.”

matt said “she’s terrified. she hasn’t said a word in twenty minutes.”

sabrina said “i’m manifesting survival. don’t talk to me.”

nathan said “she googled ‘can you die from laughing gas’ last night.”

chris said “she also texted me her will.”

sabrina said “i told you to delete that.”

nick said “don’t worry, we’re gonna take great care of her. and by that i mean film everything.”

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after the procedure, sabrina sat in a recovery chair with gauze in her mouth, cheeks puffy, eyes half-open. nathan held her hand while the triplets stood around with the camera.

chris said “she’s out of surgery and deeply confused.”

sabrina said “i feel like… a bag of soup.”

matt said “what does that even mean?”

sabrina said “like, squishy. i’m… i’m emotional noodles.”

nathan said “you’re doing amazing, baby. ten out of ten soup bag.”

sabrina said “you’re so handsome. did you know that? like… why are your eyelashes so long?”

nick said “someone get this girl a mirror.”

sabrina said “no. don’t show me. i feel like a balloon.”

chris said “a soup bag and a balloon. she’s shapeshifting.”

matt zoomed in on her slowly blinking eyes.

matt said “tell the people how you feel.”

sabrina said “i can’t feel my tongue. it’s gone. i lost it. call the cops.”

nathan said “the tongue is still there. i promise.”

sabrina said “how do you know? did you check?”

nick said “okay we’re cutting that part out—”

—

they got her into the car, seat reclined, sunglasses back on. she rested her head on nathan’s shoulder as he held a smoothie up to her mouth.

sabrina said “this is the best smoothie i’ve ever had.”

nathan said “it’s just strawberry banana.”

sabrina said “you’re strawberry banana.”

chris said “bro she’s in love.”

matt said “she was already in love. now she’s just unfiltered.”

sabrina said “you’re all really good brothers. like… even when you’re annoying.”

nick said “say it again for the vlog.”

sabrina said “i love you guys. and also this smoothie.”

—

the vlog ended with the group back home, sabrina asleep on the couch, a blanket pulled over her. nathan sat on the floor next to her, scrolling on his phone, occasionally checking if she needed anything.

chris said (whispering) “she survived.”

matt said “barely. we almost lost her to the smoothie.”

nick said “like and subscribe for more content,bye guys!!.”

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the next morning, sabrina shuffled into the kitchen, still in sweats, hair in a bun, one cheek a little puffier than the other. she moved slow and dramatic, like she’d just survived war.

sabrina said “i better not be on the internet.”

nick said “well, about that…”

matt said “the vlog’s already up. 40k views in two hours.”

sabrina said “you’re lying.”

chris said “it’s titled ‘our sister got drugged (wisdom teeth edition)’.”

sabrina said “that’s so unserious.”

she groaned and dropped into the couch next to nathan, who was already holding the remote and smiling like he had way too much fun editing it with nick.

nathan said “ready for your acting debut?”

sabrina said “no.”

he pressed play anyway.

the video started with nick narrating the intro dramatically, panning to sabrina curled in the backseat pre-surgery.

vlog-sabrina said “i’m manifesting survival.”

real-sabrina said “okay that’s kinda iconic.”

then came the clips from post-op.

vlog-sabrina said “i feel like a bag of soup.”

sabrina said “OH MY GOD—why didn’t y’all stop me?!”

matt said “how could we? you were spitting straight poetry.”

vlog-sabrina said “you’re so handsome. did you know that? like… why are your eyelashes so long?”

nathan said “that was my favorite part.”

sabrina said “that makes one of us.”

they kept watching. she had to pause when she saw herself dramatically whispering:

vlog-sabrina said “call the cops… i lost my tongue.”

sabrina said “nope. absolutely not. i’m deleting myself.”

chris said “too late. the comments are calling you a national treasure.”

nick said “someone made an edit of you comparing nathan to a smoothie.”

sabrina said “i don’t remember saying that. i don’t remember ANY of this.”

nathan said “it’s okay. i loved it. it was so real.”

sabrina said “you just liked the compliments.”

nathan said “obviously.”

she covered her face as the vlog ended on her passed out on the couch, with nathan sitting beside her feeding her a smoothie like a nurse with too much free time.

sabrina said “final review: zero stars. never let me speak again.”

matt said “nah. we’re making merch. emotional noodles is going on a hoodie.”

chris said “i’m ordering three.”

nick said “too late. already designed it.”

sabrina said “i hate all of you. but like… lovingly.”

nathan said “that’s the meds talking again.”

sabrina said “no. that’s just me being soft. now turn that vlog off before i cry.”

—————————————————————————

it started two days after the vlog dropped.

sabrina walked into a target with nathan and immediately heard it — a voice from a few aisles away:

“omg… it’s the soup girl.”

sabrina froze.

sabrina said “nate. be so serious. did she just call me soup girl?”

nathan said “i mean… you did say you felt like a bag of soup.”

sabrina said “in confidence!! under anesthesia!!”

they turned the corner and found two girls staring, trying so hard not to freak out. one of them was wearing a triplets hoodie.

girl #1 said “sorry, are you sabrina? from the vlog?”

sabrina said “unfortunately, yeah.”

girl #2 said “we love you. you were so funny. also, emotional noodles is like… my new personality.”

sabrina said “i’m never speaking in public again.”

nathan said “she still hasn’t gotten over the smoothie line either.”

the girls gasped.

girl #1 said “you are strawberry banana!”

sabrina said “i need to go lay down in the freezer aisle.”

later that night, she walked into the triplets’ house and was instantly greeted with a chorus:

matt said “look who’s back — our little balloon.”

nick said “have you lost your tongue again or…?”

chris said “wait—” (he held up his phone) “did you see the fan edit where someone autotuned you saying ‘call the cops’?”

sabrina said “i hate the internet.”

nathan said “no you don’t. you love it. you’re the main character right now.”

sabrina said “main character of a sitcom maybe.”

nick turned his laptop around and hit play. a tiktok started blasting with a dramatic remix of her voice:

“call the cops… I lost my tongue… call the cops…”

matt said “it’s charting in my brain.”

chris said “we’re making that your tour opener. no backing out.”

sabrina said “i’m gonna sue all of you.”

a few days later, they went to a meet and greet event for the triplets — sabrina tagged along for fun.

bad idea.

fan #1 said “sabrina, you changed my life. i say emotional noodles every time i feel anything now.”

fan #2 said “can you say ‘you’re strawberry banana’ to my friend on facetime?”

fan #3 said “do you still feel like soup?”

sabrina just looked at the camera, deadpan.

sabrina said “this is my villain origin story.”

nathan said “and i’m the smoothie sidekick.”

YOU’RE STRAWBERRY BANANA😜😜

-@sturnispider

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