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Brothers In Arms

Part 9: I Believe In You

Summary: You and Ransom take time to heal, both yourselves and each other, and look forward to a future without having to glance back over your shoulders…

Warnings: Bad language, violence, smut (NSFW) 18+ guns and stuff…

Pairing: MOB Ransom Drysdale x Reader.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any of the characters contained within this series bar the Reader and any other OCs that may or may not be mentioned. I do not give permission for this to be translated and/or reposted on any other platforms. Reblogs are fine: Sharing is caring.

By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

So this is it, the tenth and final part. There will be an epilogue eventually but for now it’s goodbye to Ran and his Princess. Thank you to all who have read and reblogged along the way. And to my darling beta @spectre-posts 💙❤️

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Part 9

W/C: 6.5k ish…

With Ari’s blessing, you stayed in Boston for a few days.

Okay, maybe blessing would be pushing it a little too far. It was more like a begrudging acceptance, punctuated with sarcasm about how you favoured that asshole to your own brother.

You knew he was mostly joking, however. That said, when you got news that Ari was being discharged, you flew back to New York, to be there for your brother.

Three days after that, Ransom was given the okay to return to Queens, under strict instructions to take it easy.

When the two of you had talked, you’d made it clear that your reconciliation was taking place at your speed. You hadn’t been quite ready to jump all the way back in just straight away. Instead, you wanted to take it slow, build what you had back up from the very foundations which had been shook.

So far you had spent most of your days with Ransom at the mansion whilst he was still recovering. Be it watching TV or taking short walks around the grounds. You cooked or ordered in, snuggled up together but each night you’d drawn the line in the sand and headed back to Ari’s, your intimacy not passing the kissing stage.

Ransom hadn’t argued, he hadn’t pushed. He’d simply agreed to give you the time you needed, his only request being that if you still weren’t ready to move back in by the time the baby arrived, you at least agreed to stay in the house and he would go back to his penthouse, to allow you and your future son or daughter somewhere comfortable to begin your life together.

You’d agreed, although you knew deep-down it wouldn’t come to that. You wanted to move on. You forgave Ransom, you had to if you wanted to make things work. You just needed the time to navigate this new start, but you were confident you could.

You smiled at Ransom, as he stood in the open doorway as you pulled up the drive.

“You should be resting.” You looked at him. He was dressed casually, in a pair of dark blue denims and a cream cable knit cashmere sweater.

“I’m fine.” He rolled his eyes as you stopped in front of him. You stood on your toes to peck him on the lips. He then moved back to let you walk into the hallway.

You smiled a little at the Christmas decorations that had been installed over the weekend. Usually you liked to decorate yourself, but with everything that had been going on, and the fact you were now two weeks into December, you’d agreed to let Ransom pay for someone to come and do it.

“Have you drunk enough water?” He asked and you couldn’t help the chuckle. Today was your first ultrasound, the first time you’d get to see your baby and hear its heartbeat. And of course, Ransom had been reading up all about the process.

“I…yeah, I guess. I mean I’m peeing every fifteen minutes or so. In fact, I need to go now.”

Ransom snorted as you headed off and made his way to the kitchen to wait for you. Soon you joined him, and he slid a small water bottle to you from the fridge, along with some carrot sticks which seemed to be a snack you couldn’t get enough of at the moment.

“Carter or Blanc can drive us today.” He offered, “I would myself but…”

“You’re not allowed yet.” You chuckled, swallowing your snack. “I can drive, it’s no issue. I drove here.”

Ransom popped a shoulder. “I’d prefer it if you let them, please.”

You looked at him and then smiled softly, deciding to let him have his way. “Okay.”

“And I thought if you wanted after, we could go for lunch.”

“Sounds great.” You nodded.

After a quick cup of coffee, decaf for you, you headed out to the car and we’re soon pulling up outside the private clinic.

Ransom stepped out first, and you didn’t miss the little wince he gave. You sighed and then leaned between the seats to speak quickly to Carter.

“Thank you, I know you know what’s going on.”

“Don’t know what you mean, Miss.” he shot back, flashing you a wink.

With a smile, you moved to step out of the car and took Ransom’s hand.

“Do we find out what it is today?” Ransom asked as you walked into reception, and you laughed.

“No, I’m only…well, about 8 weeks or so. We won’t see that for a good few months. That is if we decide to.”

“Oh.” He then blinked. “You don’t wanna find out?”

“I dunno.” You shrugged, “maybe, maybe not. I like the idea of it being a total surprise.”

Ransom smiled and pulled your hand up to kiss your wrist, “whatever you want, baby.”

Soon enough, you were called in after waiting in a small, comfortable room and you led on the bed, the cold jelly spreading over your stomach as the doctor moved the wand. Your ears then filled with the rhythmic thumping and your eyes caught the first glance of your baby on the little screen.

You smiled and glanced at Ransom, his eyes were fixed on the image, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.

The Doctor smiled, then showed you where your baby’s head was, their heartbeat.

“And from the size then, yes, I’d estimate you’re between seven and eight weeks. So that gives us a due date of…the 29th of July.”

You swallowed and dropped your head. You’d secretly been hoping for s miracle, that you wouldn’t actually be that far along. But you knew deep down that had been stupid. Because no matter how much you did the maths, no matter what apps you keyed the dates of your cycle into, it still came back to the same thing. That your baby was likely conceived at any point really from 28th October to 12th November. It could belong to either of the twins.

“Can…can I get a copy, can we get a copy?” Ransom asked, his eyes still on the screen as he raised your hand to his lips.

“Absolutely.” The Doctor smiled. “I’ll grab you one now and we’ll get you booked in for your next ultrasound and I’ll get you some information leaflets on our Lamaze classes.” She smiled as Ransom leaned over to kiss your head. You spluttered as you wiped your eyes. “Is there anything you wanna ask me?”

Ransom launched into a myriad of questions about what you could and couldn’t do, what you had to stop eating, drinking and you couldn’t help but some out, instead focusing on his face.

You took a deep breath, and as you watched Ransom intently listening to the doctor, your heart swelled. Your momentary wobble flew from your mind as you were reminded that it didn’t matter. He was all in, you could see that. As far as Ransom was concerned, this baby was his. And when you logically thought about the odds, it probably was.

You’d agreed when you’d decided to make things work, not to dwell on any of this. And now it was time for you to live up to the bargain. Your baby was a Drysdale, not a Rogers.

You heard the Doctor tell you she’d be back soon, and you smiled as she wiped the gel from your stomach and left.

Ransom turned to you, your hand still held in his. “You okay, Princess?”

“I’m fine.” You nodded, “that was just…”

“Yeah…did you see him?”

“Oh, it’s a him?”

“Yup.” Ransom nodded, smirking. “My son and heir.”

“You know, it might be a girl. Girls are just as capable of being bad asses.” He playfully wrinkled his nose, and you slapped his arm. “Oh, wait till I tell Natasha your opinions on-”

“Err, there’s no need for that.” He cut you off, chuckling. The room fell silent, and he took a deep breath, his hand round yours as he looked at the floor. “Listen, Y/N. I know…I know we said we’d take things at your pace, and I’m, well, maybe happy to do that is the wrong phrase, but I understand. I know it’s what you want, and it’s the least I can do after…after everything I did, because I don’t deserve you.”

“Ran, please…we agreed not to dwell-“

“No, I know…lemme finish, please baby.” His blue eyes bore into yours, imploring you to let him have his day and you closed your mouth. You watched him, as the hand that wasn’t wrapped around yours moved into his pocket. When he brought it back out, you blinked as you recognised the small ring box he held in his palm. “I’d like you to have this back. It’s yours. And…maybe when you’re ready, you can put it back on. Whenever that may be…if you…if you ever are.”

You licked your lips and swallowed the lump in your throat, but it stuck in your chest. You inhaled through your nose and sighed out of your mouth. You bit the inside of your cheek. The look in his eyes appeared defeated. It didn't sway the way your heart felt. Your eyes flicked back to the box. Then you nodded and gently took it.

Ransom exhaled loudly as you smiled and nodded towards your bag.

“Imma need to put it in there…”

"Okay," he nodded. He figured that was what you wanted.

He passed it over and you stored the box carefully, zipping it into the compartment for safe keeping.

Soon enough, the two of you were on your way, copied of the ultrasound pictures with you. He took you to lunch in the Harbor. The changing of the seasons didn't make for a great view, but the gesture was there. The pair of you chatted, in a way you’d always been able to. About anything and everything.

Certain subjects were off limits, elephants in the room. But it was smooth. The ride back to the mansion was quiet but not unbearable. Your mind whirred. So much had gone on in the last few hours it seemed, and it had you thinking. Your eyes would flick to your bag at your feet, and you'd chew on your cheek.

“Princess?”

"Hmm?" You hummed softly.

“Are you coming in or do you want to head back to…to Ari’s?”

"I'd like to stay a little longer," you admitted.

“You can stay as long as you want.” Ransom took a deep breath. “If it was up to me you’d never leave.”

You softly smiled at the sentiment as he opened his door. He strode round to yours and offered you his hand.

You took it and allowed him to help you out of the car. His hand settled on the small of your back as he led you to the front doors. Once inside, he took the time to follow you into the foyer and then toward the kitchen where you left your bag on the island. You took the ultrasound images out of your purse and set the on the marble.

"Can I keep one?" Ransom asked as he stood behind you, his arms snaking around your middle to rest his hands on your stomach.

"You can have more than one." You turned your chin, so you looked up at him.

“Yeah?” His lips curled up at the side.

"Yeah, you can have half if you'd like, they gave us six," you chuckled.

Ransom snorted as he kissed your neck, “I think I’ll stick one to the fridge.”

"Oh my, that's a big step," you sniggered. "Big Mob Boss Ransom Drysdale puts a picture on the stainless steel."

“Hey, that’s my future son and heir.”

"Or daughter."

“Whatever.”

"I'm only kidding," you leaned back into him a little.

“Me too, sorta. I don’t mind what they turn out to be. As long as they’re healthy.”

"Me either. But it'd be interesting to see you with a daughter. It'd be entirely comical to see you with a son."

“Why comical?”

"Because I can see it." You turned in his arms and wrapped your own around his neck after they slid up his chest. "A little boy with your eyes that reins terror over this house and your kingdom. God help you when they're sixteen."

Ransoms brows flicked up before he gave a lowly chuckle, “well, maybe having a girl wouldn’t be so bad. There’s one obvious upside to that too.”

"Which is?" You cocked your head to the side a little as you looked up.

“They’re more likely to be like you, less like me. Not quite as fucked up.”

Your face softened, "Ransom." Your eyes welled up, "don't you ever say that again."

He licked his lips and hung his head, “I’m sorry…”

Your hands moved from around his neck to his jawline, your fingers spreading over his cheeks. "You're not a perfect man, but you're not fucked up either. You fell from grace, but that doesn't mean you can't change, or you haven't already made changes. I see you for what you're worth, Ransom. Our children will too."

At that he swallowed, his eyes misted over before he frowned a little, a soft smirk spreading across his face. “Children?”

You gave a soft smirk and a little pop to your shoulder, "I won't rule it out."

Ransom opened his mouth, but closed it again, and instead his hands cupped your face. “I don’t deserve you.”

You could see the turmoil in his eyes, he felt guilty. Guilty over what he’d put you through, ashamed of what he’d done to you, how he’d hurt you the way he did.

"We're gonna get through this," you encouraged. "It doesn't feel like it, but we will. I still love you."

“I love you too, so fucking much princess.” He sniffed.

You swallowed and sniffed, "I know."

He leaned down to you, his nose bumping yours gently before he kissed you.

There was something different to this kiss than the others you’d shared since you agreed to work things through. It was laden with emotion. Your eyes fluttered shut, the tenderness behind his lips made your stomach somersault. Your fingers pressed into the nape of his neck as a small whimper slipped through your throat.

“Fahk…” Ransom wrenched his lips away and pressed his head to yours.

You were a little breathless and lightheaded. "Ransom...."

“I know…too soon.”

"Just kiss me again."

With a surprised blink that merged into a soft smile, Ransom did exactly as you asked.

Again, the kiss was heady and needy. You needed him, no, you for the first time in a long time, you wanted him.

“Take me to bed.” You whispered, your eyes closed as he pulled away, lips mere centimetres from each other.

"Yeah?" It was barely a whisper, in fact you weren't sure he spoke at all, but you felt the word on your lips.

"Yes."

His lips were back on yours, those hands that cupped your face slid down your arms to your hips before they curled around your thighs.

In an easy movement he lifted you off your feet, your legs wrapping around his waist. He grimaced slightly, but made no moves to set you down.

"Be careful," you spoke gently. "You're still healing.”

“I’m fine, princess.”

"Okay," you kissed him again.

Somehow you ended up in the bedroom you once shared, him having carried you up the stairs.

Ransom set you down gently on the bed, bending at his waist to continue kissing you. When he pulled away for just a moment, you saw a hunger in his eyes you hadn't seen in a long time. A hunger that made you tingle and a spark that set your inside on fire. But there was a softness behind the hunger that made you want him more. You easily took the lead and grabbed the side of your sweater, pulling it up and over your head, tossing it to the floor.

Ransom wanted to touch you, put his hands on you. Felt desperate to have your skin at his fingertips. You waited on bated breath for him to do something.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he swallowed.

A step forward closed the space between you, and he settled between your legs. His hand cupped your face and settled into a cradle against your jaw. He rubbed his thumb across your cheek bone then slowly dragged along the column of your neck until he reached your sternum. With a flat palm, he gently pushed until your back hit the mattress.

You couldn’t help the little giggle that flew from your lips as your head hit the soft surface of the comforter.

You watched as Ransom pulled his own sweater off, tossing it somewhere over his head.

Your eyes glazed over with desire as you watched him kneel against the mattress and began to cover your body with his. But you didn’t miss the scar that ran along his side, where his brother had done his best to take his life.

It was still red and raised. A mark that wouldn't fade for a long while. Your fingers reached out and lightly grazed it.

Ransom swallowed as he watched your eyes follow your fingers before your gaze flicked to his.

“It’s the only thing left of him.” He shook his head, as he reached for your hand. “And soon, it’ll fade to nothing. Like he has.” His lips kissed the pads of your fingers.

You nodded, your lip tucked between your teeth. It was the only truth you needed. The baby in your belly was his and only his. Nothing else mattered.

He let go of your hand and leaned over, his lips brushing yours before they moved to the hinge of your jaw.

Your mouth parted in a sigh as you bent upward to kiss him. You traced the seam of his lips with your tongue and Ransom eagerly responded but kept allowing you to lead the pace.

There was a fear in the back of his mind that you'd change your mind, tell him to stop. That all this was a mistake. But the minute your hand slid up over his shoulder, nails caressing the short hair at the nape of his neck, that fear left him.

He kissed your lips, your jaw, your neck. He nipped gently at your collarbone, fluttered kisses between your bra covered breasts and you hissed as he palmed your left one with his right hand.

"Are you okay?" Ransome wondered against your skin.

"Just sensitive," you smirked.

“I don’t wanna hurt you.”

"You won't."

“Tell me if I do.”

“Ransom...."

Yeah?”

"I want you. I want...I want this. Stop stalling."

“I’m sorry.” He sighed.

You cupped his face, "no more sorry."

Okay…” he nodded, as he took a deep breath. “I love you.”

"I...we love you."

With a soft expression on his face, his lips were back on yours.

With tenderness you knew he was capable of, he stripped you, kissing every inch of skin he could find.

You sighed and gasped, hummed and whimpered. You were already wet between your legs and by the time you were naked, you were squeezing your thighs together for relief.

As his knee nudged your thighs apart, his hands reached up and his fingers slipped between yours.

You felt his tip kiss at your slit, and you titled your hips upward. Ransom slid in with a slow and shallow thrust.

"Oh my god...”

“Shit, princess. Fahk…”

"You feel so good, baby...."

“You too…” he groaned as he pulled back, and then pushed deeper into you with a roll of his hips.

Your back arched off the mattress as your body curled around him completely. You crossed your ankles at the small of his back and squeezed his fingers between yours.

His lips crashed back to yours in a desperate kiss.

Your tongue forced upon his and he growled against your kiss. You whimpered at the thrust he reciprocated with. It only made you speak against his lips.

"Faster," you begged.

With a low moan, he gripped your hands tighter as his hips began to thrust.

"Oh fuck, thassit, Ransom..."

“Oh, baby…” he choked, his lips latching onto your pulse point, “I missed this. I missed you.”

“Oh shit," you whined. "Me...too..."

“My Queen…” he whispered, his nose brushing the shell of your ear.

"My King," you rasped.

You felt him shudder, a soft whimper escaping his mouth and it made your insides burn. The power you held over him, the way you could reduce him to a quivering wreck. Such a ruthless man in his business, ruling his kingdom with an iron fist and yet you could undo him simply with words.

"S'close, Ran," you moaned.

“Me too, baby.”

"Just...right...."

He knew how to read your body like a cartographer knew how to read a map. He knew where to touch, where to kiss, where to brush gently and where to grab a little more firmly…

The beginning flutters of your orgasm coiled around his cock and your fingers began to squeeze his a little harder. "Ransom, I'm....I'm gonna..." You sighed with a high pitch to your breath as you came. Your body tenderly tensed around him as your heels pressed against him, your toes curled.

“Oh, thassit…” his eyes watched your face. He loved seeing you fall apart, the way your jaw laxed, how your eyelashes kissed your cheeks like the fluttering wings of a butterfly.

He wasn't far behind you. His body flexed above you, his fingers tight and palms pressing the back of your hands into the mattress.

When you opened your eyes, you saw the look on his face before he whimpered and let himself press into you a little more, his face buried into your neck.

"Oh, baby," you cooed.

He didn’t reply, simply nuzzled into you more. And it was only when you felt the wetness against your skin that you realise he was crying.

Your eyes stung, too. There were a lot of emotions that came through the course of the day, and it seemed to have settled between the two of you at the end of your physical reconnecting. You kissed his shoulder and whispered that things were okay. That you were okay, and the two of you were okay.

Eventually he pulled back, and you wriggled your fingers free from his. With a soft smile you reached up and brushed back the longer strands of hair that had flipped forward over his forehead.

"I wanna come home," you whispered wetly.

“You are…” Ransom’s voice cracked, “you don’t ever have to leave.”

******

You stayed that night. And you stayed the next night. And the night after that. On the fourth day your engagement ring was back on your finger, and by the seventh most of your stuff was back from Ari’s. The items you left, which Carter had put into storage instead of being destroyed as Ransom had instructed, were returned to their rightful place and it was as if you’d never been gone.

Christmas came and went, you spent it at home, just you, Ransom and Ari. The New Year passed, the snow melted, the spring flowers emerged. And, as the seasons changed, so did your body. Your bump blossomed like the trees, your eyes shone like the diamond on your hand, and to Ransom you were simply more beautiful with each day that passed.

Before you knew it, six months had passed. Things on Ransom's 'business' end were still a tight ship.

He hadn’t attempted to seize Brooklyn, instead he’d left the power vacuum to sort it sort itself out. His personal involvement with the ‘dodgy dealings’ had become less and less, his outside focus mainly on the Publishing Company. His attempt was to at least appear more straight on the outside, the unborn baby in your belly his number one priority.

He didn’t want your son, or daughter, being born into any kind of turf war, despite him joking about them being heir to his empire. He wanted safety, security for them, and if that meant appearing to go straight, so be it. He kept peace with the other factions and mobs in the area.

But he still ruled his own with an iron fist.

One particular day in April, you’d met your friend for a spa day, a bit of pampering whilst he held a meeting in his office.

“So, whaddya want me to do boss?” Langley asked, “send a message? I mean, do we want the Maximoffs muscling in on this?”

Ransom pondered for a moment, then looked across the table to Stark. “What do you think?”

Tony wrinkled his nose, “it depends, do you wanna rock the boat?”

Ransom tapped his fingers on the desk, “leave it be, it ain’t important. Let them take their shipment. It won’t have a big effect.”

“You’re the boss.” Langley shrugged.

An hour or so later, the rest of his men had left, leaving him and Langley alone.

“I gotta hand it to you, Dysdale, you really have calmed down a lot. Impending Fatherhood suits you.”

Ransom merely flicked his brows.

“I know what happened with Rogers was shitty, but… well, looks like it all turned out for the best, huh?” Langley stood from his chair, “whoever it was that sent that photo to you did you a favour in the long run.”

Random cocked his head to one side, studying the man in front of him through narrowed eyes. “Hmmm.”

“Anyway, I have stuff to do so I will see you tomorrow, Boss.”

“Sure.” Ransom nodded, reaching into his desk drawer.

With a final nod, Bryce turned to go, but stopped dead when he heard the loud click of a gun mechanism being cocked.

“You know, I knew Walt had to have someone pushing his buttons. The Iago to his Othello, so to speak, but I never expected it to be you.” Ransom’s voice was cool and collected as Langley turned to him, his eyes narrowing.

“Boss, I’m not-“

“I told no one I’d been sent those photos,” Ransom chewed the inside of his cheek as he rose gracefully from his seat.

“What?” Langley’s voice was a whisper as he swallowed, realising his mistake. His eyes were fearful as he watched Ransom round the desk and advance on him, like a tiger stalking its prey.

“So, the only possible explanation for you knowing is if you were the one who did. And, if you knew Rumlow was going to be there, with Walt, then you had to have known about it from the start.”

Bryce floundered like a fish outta water, looking for a viable story on a dime. His eyes flicked from Ransom, then to the gun which was trained at his head.

“Why?” Ransom exhaled, “come on, humour me. And don’t try and tell me it was all Walt, because we both know if brains were dynamite he wouldn’t have enough to blow off his eyebrow. He might have wanted the head seat at the table but there’s no way he’d have come up with something so elaborate. So, here’s your moment. The big confession before I blow your brains out.”

Langley blinked, before his jaw set, and an angry look crossed his face. Ransom recognised it as resignation, and he openly smirked. He knew his childhood friend too well, Bryce understood his time was up and he wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to explain, gaud Ransom one last time.

“The plan was to get rid of you and Steve, frame it as a rivalry gone wrong with the Maximoffs. Then Walt would take the lot, the business, inheritance. I’d get twenty percent, plus Brooklyn.” He clicked his tongue, “only Rumlow fucked the hit up, hit Peggy instead. It could have screwed it all up-“

“Then Steve killed Rumlow…and you saw your next opportunity, right?” Ransom arched a brow, “I played right into your hands, I listened to you, and I didn’t give Steve an alibi for Rumlow’s murder.”

“You always listened to me,” Bryce scoffed, “Walt was right, you were too soft. You’d have done it for him, despite everything that had happened between you. But I convinced you and then we had a new plan. We’d wait, bide our time, feed Steve a little metaphorical ammo and then he’d come after you.”

“So, you’re the reason he thought I organised the hit?”

Langley nodded, “I expected him to kill you, take out a hit of his own…but as time went on, it never came. Then it all went to shit. We didn’t expect Steve to get out as quickly as he did, not before we had come up with another plan. I mean, I wasn’t bothered at first, I expected him to kill you, not to…well…anyway, he totally fucked the whole thing up. And I knew it would only be a matter of time before you both started digging and the truth came out.”

“So, you panicked.” Ransom felt the nerve in his jaw tick. “You sent the photos to get yourself off the hook.”

Langley licked his lips, “when I heard that Levinson was looking into it, yeah. I cut my losses and sent him the photo with the intent of leading him to Walt. Then that asshole Barnes stabbed him so…”

“You sent it to me.” Ransom finished.

Langley nodded.

“Ransom took a deep breath. “You seriously did all this for money? You caused all this for…”

“No, it wasn’t just for money!” Langley’s face grew red, and Ransom notices with some amusement the man was shaking, a combination of fear and anger no doubt. “I wanted my share, what I was owed, what is my birthright!”

“What are you talking about?” Ransom narrowed his eyes.

“Your shit head father?”

“What about him? He’s been dead for fuckin’ decades….”

“He was my shit head father too!”

For the first time since the confrontation began, Ransom wavered. His gun lowered slightly, “he…you’re my…”

“Half-brother? Yeah, that’s right, he was fucking my mother, and he left her pregnant and penniless! You two got the big house, the private education, the family business…I got fuck all!”

“I…I had no idea.” Ransom shook his head.

“Neither did I until a few years back. But would it have made a difference?” Bryce scoffed.

Ransom hesitated for a moment, before he licked his lips, “you know, had you told me before all this…honestly? Yeah…yeah it would. I’d have done something…I mean…I was always closer to you than I was to my own twin!”

Ransom swallowed. This betrayal was hard to take. He’d always loved Bryce as a brother and had often wished he were his twin, not Steve. They’d been inseparable from the day they met, and Ransom had done everything he could to help Bryce. It had started with sharing sweets and toys, and in the end becoming his right hand man, paying him a wage he knew would set him up for life.

But all that…all that was crashing down around him.

He ran his hand over his face, groaning a little. “What a fuckin’ mess…”

“Ransom…” Bryce spotted the chink in the mob boss’ armour and jumped on it, “look, we can…I know I fucked up, but we can get through this.”

Ransom lowered his gun even more, and Langley let out a breath of relief, as Ransom looked at him.

“See…the thing is, Y/N.”

“What about her?” Bryce frowned.

“She’s my world. I killed my own twin because of what he did to her. And then I…I hurt her even more because of my anger and stupidity and I was so goddamned easily manipulated and twisted by what he did. I’ll never forgive myself for being so cruel and fucking weak.”

“But she’s forgiven-“

“And now I find out… all that was down to you and Walt.” Ransom finished, cutting Bryce off and the man stuttered.

“What, no, I-“

“Steve did what he did because he thought I killed his wife. Which, I suppose is understandable. I’d have done the same, well maybe not the exact same but I’d want revenge.” Ransom pondered for a moment and Langley waited, his entire body tense as he watched Ransom slowly raise the gun again. “Y/N has suffered the way she has because of Walt and your actions. You arranged the hit, you then let him think it was me. And for that…”

Ransom pulled the trigger, blowing a hole right through Langley’s eyes, exactly the same way he had done with Steve. He grimaced as, once more, bits of blood, bone and brain matter splattered across his face. This time they belonged to his half-brother.

The door to the room flew open and Carter bustled in, gun raises. He stopped dead as he looked from the smoking pistol in Ransom’s hand, to Langley, then back again, “boss…what-“

“He was in on it,” Ransom jerked out of his trance and turned to Carter. “With Walt.”

There was a moments pause and Carter let out a soft sigh, and Ransom saw the man’s eyes full with tears.

“I’m…I’m sorry none of this will bring Peggy back,” Ransom licked his lips, shaking his head a little, “I only hope you find comfort from knowing the men truly responsible are dead.”

Carter nodded and opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Ransom’s phone. He reached into his pocket and a smile spread across his face.

“Sweetheart?”

“Yeah, erm, I’m just on my way home.“ your voice was soothing, as it always was, and he took a deep breath.

“How was the spa?”

“Amazing…erm, do you mind if we just get pizza and a film tonight instead of going out? I…I just wanna curl up and relax now. Plus, our little bean seems to be doing the tango on my bladder…”

“Whatever you want.”

“Okay, have you finished your meetings?”

“Yeah,” Ransom glanced down at Langley’s body, and the mess in his office, “I just need to tidy up a couple of things then I’m done.

“Okay, well I’ll see you soon. We love you.”

“Love you both, too.”

He slipped the phone in his pocket and looked at Carter. He drew his shoulders back and wiped the forearm of the hand that still clutched the gun across his face, smearing the blood and gore over the sleeve of his shirt.

“Get someone to clean this up.” He instructed, his tone still softer than normal and Carter nodded.

“Boss.”

With that, Ransom stepped over the body of his dead half-brother and swept from the room, without so much as a glance back.

He was done looking over his shoulder. The only thing he cared about was you, and his baby.

And no one was ever going to threaten what the pair of you had ever again.

[bookboyfriendsficrecs]

Steve Rogers Fic Recs

Bolded = fic located on Ao3

SERIES:

Nice to Be Kneaded by @rogersideup

Nothing But the Truth by @anika-ann

Don't You Love Me by @dreamwritesimagines

Steve Rogers' NSFW Alphabet by @universitypenguin

A Blind Path Home by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord

Love on the Brain by @anika-ann

The Year of Starting Over by @justanothersong

His New Partner by @star-spangled-steve

Fools Rush In by @ronearoundblindly

When You Come Back to Me Again by @sunriserose1023

Non-Sequential by @invisibleanonymousmonsters

Out of Time by @after-avenging-hours

The Demigod From Asgard by @secretswiftymarvelfan

Stark Spangled Universe by @wiypt-writes

Tomorrow by @just-dreaming-marvel

Hacker's Heart by @bakugousaysdie (note: this series' masterlist is currently unaccesible due to a username change by the author, I have linked the tag "hacker's heart au" on their blog as that's the only way the find the corresponding stories, hopefully this works fine)

MINISERIES:

Bug and Bear and Burritos and Bandages by @real-jane

Seven Minutes Part 1 and Part 2 by @anika-ann

Start Again Part 1 and Part 2 by @wkemeup

SR Version Desperate Times and Desperate Measures by @lancsnerd

Pace is the Trick by @syntheticavenger (part 4 linked, other parts available at beginning of post)

ONE-SHOTS:

No Questions Asked by @pellucid-constellations

No Strings Attached by @viperbarnes

Nature's Beauty by @biteofcherry

How to Dismantle Steve Rogers by @jtargaryen18

Passing the Baton by @touchstarvedirl

Writer's Block by @navybrat817

Taken by @time-for-a-lullaby

Hold Onto Me by @anika-ann

[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Weeks 167 & 168

Welcome to Weeks 167 & 168

A/N: Thank you again to those who gave me recommendations for fanfics. Especially all the Kinktober goodies. 💜 This week had me reading 60 fics. Absolutely amazing stuff here.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

For my Masterlist click HERE

Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

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Header by @fictional-affairs

If you can, please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.

I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Fallen Angel - (Brock x OFC, Bucky) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Heaven or Hell? - (Lloyd x Reader) - @shadeysprings

Plum Flavored Chapstick - (Bucky x Reader) - @sergeantbarnessdoll

Winner Winner - (Andy x Reader) - @labella420

Bewitched crossroads - @nekoannie-chan

Here Comes Goodbye - (Jimmy Dobyne x Reader) - @spectre-posts @wiypt-writes

Protector - (Winter Soldier x Reader) - @rookthorne

When You Move, I Move - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Kinktober Week 1: Love Bites - (Steve x Reader) - @lunarbuck

Surrender - @mrsmischief209

Stargazing love - @/nekoannie-chan

Armchair - @/nekoannie-chan

Bittersweet - (Bucky x Reader) - @thecornerlot

Might Even Be - (Bucky x Reader) - @slyyywriting

Spy vs. Spy - (Lloyd x Reader) - @andydrysdalerogers

Never Tear Us Apart - (Andy x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

Dark Thor Oneshot- @/syntheticavenger

dangerous - (Bucky x Reader) - @onceuponastory

Ours - (Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader) - @/holylulusworld

Yours & Mine - (Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld

MINE - (Steve x Reader) - @labella420

As He Sees Fit - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Sacrifice Yourself and Let Me Have What's Left - @/mrsmischief209

Kinktober 2023, Day 2 - (Steve x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

Feelin' Gourd - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Congratulations! You Just Won The Shock of Your Life At 2 AM! - (Clint x Reader) - @ghostofskywalker

Kinktober Week 1: Thigh Riding - (Lee x Reader) - @lunarbuck

Kinktober, Day 3 - (Paul D x Reader) - @/georgiapeach30513

Day 1: Mile High Club - (Bucky x Reader) - @writing-for-marvel

Slow Hand - (Billy R x Reader) - @/mrsmischief209

Against the ghost - @/nekoannie-chan

Daddy Dearest - (Steve x Reader) - @cherienymphe

Daddy - (Steve x Reader) - @donutloverxo

ever since - (Bucky x Deaf!Reader) - @/syntheticavenger

Hypothetically speaking - (Bucky x Reader) - @littleseasiren

Rooted in Love - (Bucky x Reader) - @/jobean12-blog

Branded - (Curtis x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Kinktober Week 1: Table/ Threesome/Sensory Dep - (Stucky x Reader) - @/lunarbuck

Kinktober 2023, Day 4 - (Cole T x Reader) - @/georgiapeach30513

Kinktober Day 4: Overstimulation - (Bucky x Reader) - @/writing-for-marvel

Tuesday Thots - Sunbeam - (Bucky x Reader) - @/navybrat817

Day 7: Striptease - (Bucky x Reader) - @/writing-for-marvel

Curtis and Honey - Autumn This On That - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Six Steamy Sentence Challenge - @sagechanoafterdark

Under the Hood - (Steve x Reader) - @/andydrysdalerogers

Don't Make It Harder - (Andy x Reader) - @/slyyywriting

Brock x Reader x Billy Oneshot - @/fluffyprettykitty

Kinktober Week 1: Phone Sex - (Sam x Reader) - @/lunarbuck

Staff unveiled - @/nekoannie-chan

day 3 - choking & spitting - (Lloyd x Reader) - @vellicore

Miss Your Kiss - (Thor x Reader) - @targaryenvampireslayer

THE DEVIL - (Andy x Reader) - @flordeamatista

What is this? - (Brock x Reader) - @/nekoannie-chan

babydoll - (Lee x Reader) - @nickfowlerrr

Everything I want… - (Bucky x Reader) - @thornsnvultures

One Night With You ~ Pt 1 - (Bucky x Reader) - @jtargaryen18

day 1 - cockwarming - (Bucky x Reader) - @/vellicore

Needy - (Bucky x Reader) - @targaryenvampireslayer

Day 10: Exhibitionism - (Bucky x Reader) - @/writing-for-marvel

Only You - (Steve x Reader) -@/flordeamatista

[dangertoozmanykids101]

Good morning y'all.

Love, Mango.

@nildespirandum @ladyoftheteaandblood @caffiend-queen @redfoxwritesstuff @so-easy-to-love-me @spectre-posts @wiypt-writes @devikafernando @wolfsmom1 @nonsensicalobsessions @latent-thoughts @talklokitome @acidcasualties @mastreworld @americasass81 @muddyorbs @fictive-sl0th @liminalpebble @lokischambermaid @lokisgoodgirl @alexakeyloveloki @holymultiplefandomsbatman @jtargaryen18

and to anyone else who likes kitties or just enjoys my random nonsense. XOXO

[nekoannie-chan]

Week 48 Reblog Masterlist

Welcome to Week 48 2023 or Week 204, as always, fics would be listed in the order I read them.

I hope you enjoy it!

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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 48 2023:

Kinktober day 17 (Stucky X Reader) by @lillian-gallows ❤️

Fic (Brock Rumlow X Reader, Winter Solder X Reader) by @itwasthereaminuteago🖤❤️

Say it back (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @fandoms-writings 💙

Learn my lesson (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki ❤️

Kinktober day 18 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @lilacliquors ❤️

Halloween is the perfect time for tricks—and treats (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @witchywithwhiskey 🖤❤️

Dating pre-serum Steve Rogers would include (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @she-who-writes-for-multi-fandoms💚

This love part 3 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @lives-in-midgard💚

Seven minutes part II (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @anika-ann❤️

Inside her fantasy part I (Ransom Drysdale X Reader) by @georgiapeach30513 💚❤️

An old life (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @astyrial💚

Fic (Stucky X Reader) by @madeforstarker💚

Forbidden fruit (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sebastianstanisahotmf ❤️

Dysfunction or wrong direction (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @l1tw1ck ❤️

Drean a little dream of me part 2 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @paperweight91💙

Happy ending (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imtryingbuck💙

Real life tasks with Ransom Drysdale (Ransom Drysdale X Reader) by @wiypt-writes ❤️

As sweet as cake 6.1 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sunvmars 💚❤️

Dark nights (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @kinanabinks 🖤❤️

We’ll always protect you (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @nicoline1998enilocin 💙

Kinktober day 18 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @gatorbites-imagines❤️

Morning glory (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @lavykitty❤️

If I could give you the moon (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sunvmars 💙❤️

Promises left behind part 2 (Sirius Black X Reader) by @moim0i 💚💙

All I want for Christmas is you (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @there-goes-thefighter 💚

My knight in white (Marc Spector X Reader) by @flightlessangelwings ❤️

Steve fic (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @biteofcherry❤️

Back and forth prologue: flash forward (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @anika-ann 💚💙

[iluvsumbucky]

Considering what today is I had to reblog this! I still think Katie has a good idea. I stand by my previous comments that letting Marv 2.0 roam around the compound would be beneficial. I can see Marv 'helping' with recruits' training. I'm sure that their runtime would dramatically improve & Steve just think you would always have a partner to run with, that wouldn't complain when you say on your left not to mention I know that a part of Steve would enjoy seeing Tony & Marv 2.0 interact. I support this Katie, Like your last comment, Katie yes!!! I love this series & adore Katie!

Stark Spangled Social Media: Marv

[iluvsumbucky]

Happy Belated Fanfic Writers Appreciation Day!!!!

I wanted to say

To All YOU FABULOUS WRITERS!!!!! I know I haven't been on here this year, reading & reblogging, my life has changed in the past 9 months & I'm still trying to deal with everything, but I wanted to thank each of you for sharing all of your fantastic fics. Y'all writers don't get enough thanks for the joy your words bring to us readers. Each & every one of you are amazing & I'm sending all of you much love & appreciation. I hope to be back soon, reader & reblogging so many awesome fics.

Sending this out to some of those amazing writers.......

@poetic-fiasco @syms-things-5 @bolontiku @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @wordynerdygurl @zep-writings @thorfics @a-rose-byanothername @princessofdarkwinter @saiyanprincessswanie @wiypt-writes @twittytelly @tilltheendwilliwrite @secretswiftymarvelfan @navybrat817 @universitypenguin @justreadingfics @jtargaryen18 @magellan-88 @talesmaniac89

@angstysebfan @avengerofyourheart @avengerscompound @beccaanne814 @beyondspaceandstar @buckysknifecollection @carryonmywaywardcaptain @clintbartonswife @crispychrissy @deanwanddamons @denisemarieangelina @fangirlovestuff @imaginedreamwrite @imagining-supernatural @iwillbeinmynest @jay-and-dean @jennmurawski13-writes @jewels2876 @joannaliceevans-fanficblog @jobean12-blog @lostinthoughtsandfeelings @luci-in-trenchcoats @marvelgirl7 @mostly-marvel-musings @roonyxx @sagechanoafterdark @sebbys-girl @shield-agent78 @shotsbyshae @shreddedparchment @softbiker @spectre-posts @supernatural-jackles @sunflowerxbarnes @sunriserose1023 @teamcap4bucky @the–sad–hatter @thatfangirl42 @theycallmebecca @thinkinghardhardlythinking @tuiccim @waiting4inspiration @waywardnerd67 @welldonebeca @whatareyousearchingfordean @whisperlullaby @winchester19-67 @wkemeup @world-of-aus @xbuchananbarnes @xxgoblin-dumplingxx

I know that I’m forgetting someone & I wish that I could list every single writer that is here, but this goes out to all of you! I hope you all had a spectacular day& have a wonderful week! Again thank you so much,

For all that you do!!!!!

[justalonelyslytherin]

Goodbye 2023. You had your ups and downs. Happy moments, proud moments, moments that made me question everything and that brought me to the edge of my powers. I managed to do things I thought impossible, overcame hurdles that seemed unclimbable and I evolved. Most of all I wrote my thesis, handed in my bachelor thesis! Something I had dreamed of doing ever since I was twelve, yet never really believed to become reality only to make it reality.

Welcome 2024. I hope you bring memorable moments, good moments. Less for me as for the people in my life, they need it more than I do. I will go into this year with an open mind but no anticipation. I'll let it come to me, do it's things.

Happy New Year to all my mutuals, old and newly gained. Feels like I just wrote this kind of post for last year and yet another year of fun memories is over. And I had a lot of fun with you all. Now that you are cherished even if I'm not so active, good in reaching out or getting behind all the wonderful content you are putting out. I want to thank you for being my friends, for interacting with me, for blessing my dash day and day again 💚

@drabblewithfrannybarnes @navybrat817 @anika-ann @chase-your-dreams-away @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @spectre-posts @wiypt-writes @zablife @callsign-fangirl @hangmans-wingman @sebsxphia @deepdonutkid @fortunetellingnonesense @stargazingfangirl18 @brandycranby @iguana-braces @noxytopy @soulmates8

[christ0pher-evans]

I have been waiting so patiently for this update and boy, oh boy was it worth the wait!!!

The emotional turmoil in this chapter was INSANE (and so well written!). Every single different part of this story had me on the edge of my seat and the cliffhanger🫣😩 I can’t even talk about the cliffhanger!!! You HAVE to read this for yourself!

Also, just want you to know that I am here patiently waiting for the beautiful beautiful love story that you always write🥹💗

Brothers In Arms

Part 8: On A Night Like This

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

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

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

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any of the characters contained within this series bar the Reader and any other OCs that may or may not be mentioned. I do not give permission for this to be translated and/or reposted on any other platforms. Reblogs are fine: Sharing is caring.

By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

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

Brothers In Arms Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Part 7

W/C 5.2k

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

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

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

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

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

Steve simply scoffed and stared straight out of the windshield.

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

“He’s here…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Two minutes...."

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

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

“Walter…”

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

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

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

Walt licked his lips, "necessity."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you.” Harlan sniffed a little.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Because of you…”

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

“Oh, and you can?”

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

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

*******

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He’s going to be alright?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How long was I out?” Ari asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He rolled his eyes. “Fine…fine…”

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

“What?” your eyes snapped to the Doctor.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It is to me.”

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

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

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

“Bummer.”

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

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

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

“Has Rogers been-“

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

“And Drysdale?”

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

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

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

“And what?”

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

“Y/N, what is it?”

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

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

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

“Does Drysdale know?”

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

“Rogers?”

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

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

You blinked, “erm…okay, I mean-“

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

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

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

You scoffed, “you’re such a jerk.”

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

“Ari, I don’t…”

“Please, Y/N. For me.”

“Fine, fine.”

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

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

“Thank you.” Ari smiled.

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

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

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

“Of course.” Natasha nodded.

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

“And…”

“Nothing, doesn’t matter.”

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

*******

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

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

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

“Steven…” Harlan snapped.

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

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

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

You.

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

“Y/N?”

"Ransom...."

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

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

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

“We as in…”

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

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

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

“Erm…the police…”

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

“Oh. Right.”

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

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

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

And then the line went dead

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

“No thanks to you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You son of a bitch," Ransom growled.

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

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

And with that, he turned and left.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

******

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

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

“Sure…”

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

“What?” Sammy frowned.

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

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

Ari took a deep breath, “Walt Thrombey.”

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

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

“So where are the photos?” Sammy asked.

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

“Yeah… Max has it.”

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

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

“You sure it was him?” Sammy asked.

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

“Harlan’s gonna be pissed.”

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

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

“Drysdale is in Boston.”

“What?” Ari frowned.

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

“Together…” Ari looked at Sammy.

“That’s what Max said.”

Ari pondered for a moment, “huh…”

“What?”

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

“Maybe they figured it out?” Kabede offered.

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

******

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

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

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

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

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

Ari trailed off as Ransom began to laugh.

"Something funny, you fuck?" Ari grunted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[potterhead2207]

Fic Recommendations Masterlist 10

Ransom Drysdale

@wiypt-writes - Real Life Tasks With Ransom Drysdale

Steve Rogers

@heli0s-writes - Hymnostic

@heli0s-writes - Push

@heli0s-writes - Blessed

@heli0s-writes - Holy Nights

@heli0s-writes - Ride

@heli0s-writes - Untitled

@heli0s-writes - Untitled

@thatfanficstuff - Netflix. No Chill.

@sagechanoafterdark - The Stakeout

@sagechanoafterdark - Mark Me

@writing-for-marvel - It’s Gonna Cost You One Kiss

@writing-for-marvel - Steve Comforting You Headcanons

@undutchable11 - Untitled

@sgt-seabass - Untitled

@springdandelixn - Tonight

@jamneuromain - Shower

@tuiccim - Gag Gift

@tuiccim - Time Together

@tuiccim - Positions and Pleasures

@andydrysdalerogers - A Last Minute Mission

Ned Leeds

@cocoamoonmalfoy - Untitled

Andy Barber

@sunshinebuckybarnes - Taste Of Paradise

@ramp-it-up - Puppy Love

@jamneuromain - Brat Taming

Tony Stark

@writing-for-marvel - Matching Set

Tom Cruise

@malavera - Dirty Talk

@malavera - Sundress

Pete Mitchell

@youlightmeupfinn - NSFW Alphabet

@youlightmeupfinn - Him As A Dad

@youlightmeupfinn - Finding Out You’re Pregnant

@youlightmeupfinn - He’s Jealous

@youlightmeupfinn - Clingy

@youlightmeupfinn - Louder

@youlightmeupfinn - Cut The Jokes

@youlightmeupfinn - She’s Taken, Lieutenant

@pmitchell - My Girl.

@pmitchell - His Only.

@tongue-like-a-razor - There Are Rules

@justabigassnerd - I’m Right Here

@babyonboard - Untitled

@kyber-crystal - Thrill Ride

@mitchellpete - Be My Angel

Ari Levinson

@jamneuromain - You Had Me Before Hello Part 2 Part 3

Chris Evans

@bluemusickid - Is Polo-Sexual A Thing?

@bluemusickid - I Heard A Rumour…

@bluemusickid - Irresistible

@hansensgirl - Walk On The Wild Side

@andydrysdalerogers - Premieres, Puppies and Partners

@andydrysdalerogers - Can I Count On Your Vote?

[sarahowritesostucky]

Answer the questions and tag at least 5 fanfiction authors you know!

🍓 How did you get into writing fanfiction?

🍇How many fandoms have you written in?

🍈How many years have you been writing fanfiction?

🍎Do you read or write more fanfiction?

🍌What is one way you've improved as a writer?

🍑Do you have any bad habits as a writer?

🍍 What's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

🍉What's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

🍐What's the most fringe trope/topic you write about?

🥭What is the hardest type of story for you to write?

🍏What is the easiest type?

🍑Where do you do your writing? What platform? When?

🍋What is something you've been too nervous/intimidated to write, but would love to write one day?

🍇 what made you choose your username?

Oooh I love it!

N.P. tags (that I just grabbed from all the fics I've recced on my page in the last 6 months): @metalbvcky, @writingliv, @sweetdreamsbuck, @the-iceni-bitch, @luxeavenger, @wiypt-writes, @questionableratatouille00, @holylulusworld, @dharmasharks, @gutsby, @dizzy-after-dark, @ronearoundblindly, @dcangstfiction, @darkdemeter, @sinner-as-saint, @purple-babygirl, @f10werfae,m @hansensgirl, @goodgirlofglory, @juniperskye, @tuiccim, @cadavercowboy, @oh-my-damn, @hollyseb, @1800jjbarnes, @stargazingfangirl18, @broodybuck, @lilacevans, @pandafishao3

🍓 How did you get into writing fanfiction?

A: *sigh* I discovered Tokio Hotel in college 😣

🍇How many fandoms have you written in?

A: Seven (TH, Queer as Folk, Criminal Minds, Teen Wolf, Marvel, C.E. Characters/fims, and S.S. Characters/films)

🍈How many years have you been writing fanfiction?

A: 15 years. Jesus God.

🍎Do you read or write more fanfiction?

A: Write more. By a lot. I like to read, but I get too inspired to create whenever I read.

🍌What is one way you've improved as a writer?

A: I used to overuse epithets (the blonde, the other man, etc.) horribly much when I first started, until someone pointed this out to me and I weaned myself off of that trash. I also used to not get lay/lie correct 90% of the time (I still check a chart, from time to time 😂)

🍑Do you have any bad habits as a writer?

A: Getting too caught up in the details and in-the-moment exposition, and thus making the story very long and taking it from a nice concise oneshot to a multi-chapter monstrosity. Also: WIPs. I have too many.

🍍 What's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

A: probably researching human anatomy butcher charts (like what cut of meat from where, how it would be best prepared, etc). This is for the "Fresh" fandom fics I've written, lol.

🍉What's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

A: Long rambling ones that ask questions and list lots of specific details of what the reader liked!

🍐What's the most fringe trope/topic you write about?

A: Probably diapers. Or cannibalism.

🥭What is the hardest type of story for you to write?

A: Comedy

🍏What is the easiest type?

A: smut

🍑Where do you do your writing? What platform? When?

A: Google Docs. Word if I'm going somewhere without internet access. Usually I write the most at night, but it can be any time of day.

🍋What is something you've been too nervous/intimidated to write, but would love to write one day?

A: I can't think of any! Lol. It used to be anything like Diapers/omorashi/enemas, but I officially crossed the rainbow bridge into weirdo-land a long time ago, now.

🍇 what made you choose your username?

A: In middleschool when the internet first showed up at school, they showed us Yahoo and had us make an account. It randomly assigned me the UN: sarahyellow--that became my well name on Ao3. So when I moved over to Tumblr, I just went with something obvious that communicated what I'm about and my Ao3 friends could find: "Sarah-writes-Stucky." My first blog was maliciously deleted by a anti-ship troll, so for my new account it had to be a little different "sarahowritesostucky"

[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Week 163-164

Welcome to Weeks 163 & 164

A/N: Thank you again to those who gave me recommendation for fanfics. I have a lot to read now which makes me happy 💜 This list holds 65 fics. Hope you enjoy them all.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

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For my Masterlist click HERE

Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

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I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Give Me One More - (Ari x Reader) - @/saiyanprincessswanie

The Perfect Fit - (Nick x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

All Of Me - (Ari x Reader) - @flordeamatista

Don't Give Up on Me - (Andy x Reader) - @navybrat817

Andy Drabble - @sunshinebuckybarnes

Sunrise - (Bucky x Reader) - @rookthorne

Begin Again Part 1 - @anonymityisfunwriter

Monkey See, Monkey Do, Chp 14 - (Colin x Reader) - @spectre-posts @what-is-your-plan-today

Special Treatment - (Brock x Reader) - @fluffyprettykitty

A New Beginning - (Bucky x Reader) - @/navybrat817

Dishes with Andy… - @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Tease - (Destroyer Chris x Reader) - @/jobean12-blog

who you belong to - (Andy x Reader) - @/sunshinebuckybarnes

Thanks for the Invite - (Lloyd x Black! Reader) - @syntheticavenger

Alpha - (Lloyd x Reader) - @boxofbonesfic

Yearning For You - (Ari x Reader) - @writing-for-marvel

Dead End - (Lee x Reader) - @shadeysprings

Baby Girl - (Steve x Reader) - @wint3r-h3art

Begin Again - Part 2 - @anonymityisfunwriter

NEED A HAND? - (Bucky x Reader) - @likeahorribledream

Something New - (Bucky x Black Fem Reader x Steve) - @princessphilly

Biker Bucky - @pellucid-constellations

Gentle Soul - (Steve x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Happy Birthday - Gentle Soul - (Steve x Reader) - @/stargazingfangirl18

First Date - Gentle Soul - (Steve x Reader) - @/stargazingfangirl18

Playing The Long Game - (Cole x Reader) - @our-marvel-universe

Let Me - (Bucky x Reader) - @/jobean12-blog

Fair Play - (Nick x Reader) - @/jobean12-blog

Stalked - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

It's All In The Eyes - (Bucky x Reader) - @writing-for-marvel

Kinktober Day 13 - (Bucky x Black! Reader) - @princessphilly

As You Wish - (Steve x Reader) - @/rookthorne

| 2:48 a.m. | - (Bucky x Reader) - @sergeantxrogers

Mornin' Captain! - (Steve x Reader) - @nicoline1998enilocin

Stucky in love - (Stucky x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Whatever Daddy Wants - (Steve x Reader) - @labella420

Fresh Fallen Snow, Part 6 - (Curtis x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

His Inheritance - Part 22 - (Steve x Reader) - @jtargaryen18

Just Right - Chp 5 - (Steve x Reader) - @darsynia

Real-Life Tasks With Ransom - Day 17 - @/wiypt-writes @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Though I Have Never Read It - Part 4 - (Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim

Conditioner - (Bucky x Reader) - @drabblewithfrannybarnes

A Crown of Flowers - (Bucky x Reader) - @/navybrat817

Only the two of us - (Bucky x Reader) - @barnesafterglow

Threadbare - Part 4 - (Steve x Reader) - @ronearoundblindly

Forbidden Enticement - (Stucky x Reader) - @/rookthorne

Turn The Lights Down Low - (Bucky x Reader x Steve) - @slyyywriting

Potentiality - (Brock x Reader) - @fluffyprettykitty

Never Have I Ever… - (Jake x Reader) - @/drabblewithfrannybarnes

Still Need You - (Bucky x Reader) - @andydrysdalerogers

play with fire - (Bucky x Reader) - @onceuponastory

SWEETHEART - (Lee x Reader) - @likeahorribledream

Miss You - (Frank C. x Reader) - @wint3r-h3art

Bucky Oneshot - @/pellucid-constellations

a stranger arrives - (Bucky x Reader) - @witchywithwhiskey

Life of Pie - (Destroyer! Chris x Reader) - @/jobean12-blog

Breeding Kink Nick - (Nick x Black! Reader) - @/princessphilly

Sugary Sweet - (Bucky x Reader) - @/rookthorne

Bodyguard Brock - @/fluffyprettykitty

Unholy Errand - (Lloyd x Reader, God the Bounty Hunter) - @buckets-and-trees

For All I Do - (Lee x Reader) - @/boxofbonesfic

By the Pound - (Andy x Black!Reader) - @/syntheticavenger

Their Doll - (Bucky x Reader x Steve) - @/navybrat817

Their Doll - Part 2 - (Bucky x Reader x Steve) - @/navybrat817

The Shadow of Love - (Bucky x Reader) - @/jobean12-blog

[dangertoozmanykids101]

6:30a Coyotes yipping & yapping behind our house to the left.

sound only-cant see 'em

The video of my bone dry neglected back yard doesn't really count as "video". This was about recording the coyote sounds. No visuals of the coyotes. They're somewhere in the brush of the open space land behind us. A mix of chaparral shrubland and grasses.

The coyotes just kept talking and talking and talking. What's funny is that an ambulance drove by on the main road down the hill. You guessed it - the siren totally set them off. At first the siren was louder, but I had to do a double take because I swore that the sirens sounded like a whining animal. As the ambulance got further away, the coyotes continued yipping for at least 10 to 15 minutes maybe.

I took video for about a minute, then hubby and I just sat there, ate breakfast and listened to these little guys yip up a storm.

I've never heard coyotes so close to the house before. A couple lots behind us are vacant and across the street from those lots open space continues up the hill and connects as corridors between several large Open Space Preserves, so we have lots of wildlife. One of our neighbors has even caught a mountain lion on their dash cam several months ago. WHOA! So exciting!

You can also hear a red shouldered hawk in the video. Can't see it, but you can hear it. A pair lives in the grove of eucalyptus trees across the street from us. I have enjoyed listening to them daily since the day we moved in 19 years ago.

I've tagged a few buddies who I think might get a kick out of hearing my morning coffee chatter. Specifically — our beautiful community lives all over the world. I feel strongly that the tiny details of our lives make us the same and make us different, and I love to share those. In fact I'm head over heels anytime someone shares little details of life somewhere else: slice of life details. My excitement is both from a personal perspective as well as from a writing and reading perspective.

@ladyoftheteaandblood @nildespirandum @caffiend-queen @acidcasualties @gigglingtiggerv2 @americasass81 @muddyorbs @mochie85 @talklokitome @emeraldrosequartz @latent-thoughts @mooncat163 @devikafernando @so-easy-to-love-me @lokisgoodgirl @kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay @myoxisbroken @jtargaryen18 @imanuglywombat @redfoxwritesstuff @bluestaratsunrise @alexakeyloveloki @boredbrooder @mastreworld @nonsensicalobsessions @deceitfuldevout @punemy-spotted @georgiapeach30513 @spectre-posts @wiypt-writes @wolfsmom1

If you don't want to be tagged on my random ramblings like this, just holler. If you are interested in my rabbit holes of the day and want to be tagged, just holler.

[nekoannie-chan]

Masterlist of reblogged authors during 2023 W-Z

This is the list of the writers that I reblogged during this year 2023 in alphabetical order. Unfortunately, some blogs no longer exist, so they were not included.

@wafflesinthe504

@weasleykisses

@welikeimagines-andfandoms

@welldonebeca

@whereireid

@whereireid

@whisperlullaby

@whorefordean

@widowsofchaos

@wildestdreamsblog

@wint3r-h3art 

@winter-angst

@winterfrostlovetriangle

@witchywithwhiskey

@wiypt-writes

@wkemeup

@wmhalliwell

@writefasttalkevenfaster

@writing-for-marvel

@writings-of-a-british-fangirl

@writings-of-a-demigod

@writtenwordsoffic

@xcaptain-winterx

@xenooshi

@xenooshi

@xoxoavenger

@ynscrazylife

@youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms

@yuulina-vre

@zaraomarrogers

[justalonelyslytherin]

Merry Christmas everyone! It's already Christmas Eve in my timezone, which is why I'm popping in to wish all my mutuals a Merry Christmas.

@fortunetellingnonesense @zablife @navybrat817 @imaginedreamwrite @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @chase-your-dreams-away @wiypt-writes @anika-ann @princessmisery666 @writercole @sebsxphia @nana1000night (and as always, if you are my mutual and I didn't list you it doesn't mean anything! I have a poor memory of adds & you are as much meant as everyone else)

[christ0pher-evans]

My heart🥹🥹🥹 this is truly one of the most beautiful and well written series I’ve ever read.

I never want it to end😩💔

Consciousness Of Guilt

Chapter 25

Summary: You and Andy find out the sex of your new baby, and that leads Andy to an important decision.

Warnings: Language, adult themes, and an Andy who needs a hug…

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar the reader and any other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer. I do not consent to my work being translated or posted elsewhere. If you see this fiction on any site other than Tumblr it has been taken without permission.

W/C: 6.6k

A/N: So, here we are. The penultimate chapter. Hard to believe we’re almost there. As always, massive Thanks to my beta @spectre-writes

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