#on one hand i would love to make an oc... on the other hand...

[spideyjimin]

LOVE AGAIN | kth

—  pairing: taehyung x female reader 

—  genre: established relationship, fluff, and smut 

— rating: 18+ 

—  summary: your boyfriend, taehyung—or captain clumpsy, as you like to call him—is finally home after eighteen long months of military service. when he left, your relationship was new, but the distance only strengthened your bond. with every call, every stolen weekend, the craving slowly and deeply built. now that he’s back, everything you’ve held in finally comes to the surface, and neither of you holds back.

—  words: 5,415

—  warnings: mention of crying, mention of sex, oc is desperate, nervousness, strong language, swearing, some teasing, face riding, oral sex (f. receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, good old missionary, multiple orgasms, and creampie

—  author’s note: hiii angels ✨ i hope you’re all doing great!! sooo the boys’ discharges have been driving me wild & i had to write something 🫠 so here you have a pure filthy fic with our beloved taehyung because that man has gone wild!! hope you enjoy it loves ❤️

MASTERLIST

Falling in love wasn’t in your plans. Not until a certain Kim Taehyung appeared in your life. He came into your life in the most surprising and also very embarrassing way.

It was on a rainy friday. It was the kind of day when you felt like the universe was plotting against you to make everything harsh. On that day, work was incredibly intense, to say the least. You’d even cry in the bathroom out of nervousness. It was honestly horrible.

Due to that, you decided to order instead of cooking. There was that cute italian restaurant you especially loved—its food was your go-to comfort when you were feeling down.

You were distracted by your phone, venting about your horrible day to your best friend. And then suddenly, bam! Pasta all over your white shirt and bolognese sauce on his shirt. For a moment, none of you spoke; you were only eyeing each other with pure surprise before you laughed. It wasn’t a forced or polite one. It was a real, ridiculous, and oddly warm laugh.

Taehyung apologized a million times while offering napkins, although his shirt looked far more ruined than yours. He offered to buy you tiramisu to apologize for his clumsiness, but you politely declined because it was also your fault. You weren’t looking where you were going, too focused on your phone.

You ended up sharing a table, paying for each other’s food as an apology for the mess, and somehow, talking to him felt natural. It felt like you knew this man for an eternity. Everything just felt right with him.  

Kim Taehyung had a smile that softened everything and a very contagious laugh. That night was a wonderful one, and it closed what was supposed to be the worst day of your life.

Before you could even understand it, you were meeting him again in that restaurant. Then, met again over coffee at a coffee shop he liked. Then, went for late-night walks where your hands found each other without thinking.

Slowly, that man made you believe in love again, made you see that there was still magic in it. His arms became your safe place, and there wasn’t a day when you didn’t want to find comfort in his hugs.

But life had other plans. It tore him away from you when he was sent to the army for his military service. The man who had just become your lover was suddenly gone for eighteen long months. How were you supposed to live without him?

Well, turns out that it was hard. Obviously, he had some days off and had his phone, but everything was limited. In eighteen months, you barely saw him and talked to him. Whenever he was out, you were always encouraging him to spend it with his family, but he would always find time for you.

During that time, you got to meet his family. Apparently, he wouldn’t stop talking about you to his parents, his mom even begged him to introduce you. After that, he started inviting you over now and then, so he could spend time with you and his family. It made it easier for him.

However, you were more than impatient to see him again, because damn, he was getting bigger and bigger. And it was getting harder and harder to remain composed around him and his family. You’d always get wet, and man, your mind was dirty. And the worst of all was the fact that you never had sex with him. 

Your best friend never understood how on earth you never got that man between your legs. The answer was simple. You got together only a few weeks before he was called to serve in the army. Neither of you was really into having sex early on in the relationship, so nothing happened. But as time passed, you couldn’t help but regret that decision, especially with the way he was getting buffer and broader every time you saw him.

Honestly, you couldn’t wait for his discharge day.

And that day is today.

Well, he has already left, but he’s with his parents and siblings right now. You couldn’t join them because of work, but you promised to spend the night together. Your first night in eighteen months.

Even though you adore this man with your entire soul, you’re nervous. Actually, you’re terrified. And you can’t quite explain why, at least not in a way that makes sense.

Why? Because everything is different now.

When he left, you had only known each other for three months. You were still figuring each other out, still caught in that golden haze of newness. Back then, every touch felt like a discovery. Now? It’s been nearly two years.

So much has changed, and above anything else, he has changed. Although you got to see him here and there when he was off and through a screen during your video calls made on his free time, you noticed how much he was different. He’s been through things you can’t quite picture.

And now, you’re about to spend the night with him like you used to. Tonight, you won’t be hoping this could last because you know the army won’t be waiting for him the next morning. Tonight, Taehyung will stay and will still be here tomorrow morning. 

You stare at your reflection, adjusting your hair for the fifth time already. You quickly check the mirror before looking down at the phone in your hand. It’s a matter of minutes before he opens the door. Your stomach tightens, and your heart pounds like it used to before a first date, but heavier, because this isn’t new love.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. You know there’s no reason to be this nervous, but you’re too scared of what will happen from now on. You’re too scared that he won’t love you anymore. You’re too scared of everything.

Suddenly, your apartment’s door is cracked open, revealing your boyfriend’s face. He’s still wearing his army uniform, making him look hot as hell. You literally run to the door to jump into his arms. He catches you before you both fall, and the brightest and biggest smile grows on his face.

“I missed you, pasta girl,” he murmurs while holding you tight in his embrace.

“I missed you even more, captain clumsy.”

After your accidental encounter in the italian restaurant, he started to call you pasta girl. In an attempt to tease him back, you started calling him captain clumsy. Those nicknames became your everything during these eighteen long months. They were comforting. They were tiny reminders of where it all began.

For a moment, you both look at each other almost as if you’re trying to realize that you’re finally together after all this time. It actually looks unreal.

“Thanks for your service, Mr. Kim Taehyung,” you decide to tease him as you take a step back. “It was very much appreciated.”  

“You’re welcome,” he instantly replies. “I accept payments with kisses, by the way.”

“Well, not sure if you deserve it,” you clap back. “You left me here alone for eighteen months like I didn’t matter.”

“Eeeh, it’s quite not true, pasta girl,” he begins. “My country got my service, but you always had my heart,” he pauses for a moment. “And I was always running to you whenever I could.”

A smile creeps onto your face. You love teasing him. It helps to calm your nerves, especially when you’re around this ridiculously handsome man. He’s far too good-looking for his own good.

You still remember how nervous you were on your first date. You couldn’t stop thinking about how attractive he was, and for a moment, you even wondered how someone like him could be interested in someone like you. But you quickly pushed that thought away.

“Well, just for that,” you begin, “you deserve your kisses.”

The man doesn’t waste a second before crashing his lips on yours. It starts with tenderness, and you basically melt while kissing him. His hands find your waist, pulling you closer as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear, and your fingers curl into the fabric of his white shirt.

However, the kiss quickly turns into an urgent, almost desperate one. It’s as if he has been holding back for far too long. There’s nothing careful about the kiss. It’s messy, a little breathless, and full of all the months you spent apart and all the words you didn’t say.

When you pull back, he presses his forehead against yours, his fingers brushing your cheeks. For a moment, neither of you speaks. It’s like you’re both afraid to ruin this moment if you dare to speak.  

“God, I missed you,” his voice is low and rough. “Like really miss you.”

“Me too,” you whisper.

It was such a weird feeling to see your boyfriend knowing that in a couple of hours he’ll be leaving for weeks. You hated the time he was in the army.

“Sometimes I wish we had met a lot earlier,” you confess.

Taehyung is fully aware of your feelings. You told him like a hundred times, and he feels the same, but he fully believes this was meant to be. It was hard for him, too, to spend so little time with you for the past eighteen months, but those were the memories he cherished the most.

“Especially because it was torture to see you changing so much and holding back every wild thought that would cross my mind,” you continue.

Now that he’s finally here, you feel like you can say out loud what has been going through your mind for the past months.

“Oh,” he says with obvious surprise. “You’ve been having wild thoughts,” he repeats while a smirk arises on his face. “What kind of thoughts?”

Honestly, you don’t feel shy at all. You’ve been wanting to have his magic stick in you for months, and you deeply hope you’ll be having it soon. If it’s tonight, even better!  

“Well, at first, it would be thoughts of you naked,” you begin. “Your hands on my thighs, inching higher, just brushing where I wanted you most. And eventually, it was you inside me. Again and again.”

Taehyung is caught off guard by your boldness, but he’s absolutely liking it because damn, he has needs too. His mind has been driving him way too crazy. He’s been thinking about all the possible ways of having you while he was serving his country.   

His eyes darken, his jaw tightens, and you can practically feel the heat rolling off him. His lips get closer to your ear, his breathing caressing the skin of your neck. You feel goosebumps appearing all over your body. It’s crazy how this man makes you weak.

“You have no idea how badly I’ve desperately wanted to feel your pussy around my cock.”

He lets his hand rest at your waist, fingers tightening, and you almost moan with how tightly he’s holding you.

“I’ve imagined every part of your body, every sound you’d make. It’s driven me crazy.”

His breath is warm, his body taut with restraint, but barely.

“I need to have sex with you tonight or I’ll die,” he finishes.

You’ve dreamed of this reunion with him, but you never pictured it this way. You never imagined him being as desperate as you. And fuck, you want to have sex with him.

You grab his hand before guiding him to your bedroom. There’s no more time to waste. Not after eighteen months of late-night calls, quick visits, and longing that never quite went away. Taehyung follows without question, his fingers tightening around yours. You can feel the tension radiating off him. It’s the kind that has been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.

The moment your bedroom door closes behind you, the air shifts. His eyes roam over you like he’s trying to memorize every detail. You pause near the bed, turning to face him. Neither of you speaks, but everything is being said. In your breathing. In your gaze. In the heat of your skin.

You take a step closer. He meets you halfway.

“Are you sure?” he murmurs, voice husky and uneven, as if he’s giving you one last out.

You just reach for him, pulling him closer until there’s no space left between your bodies, until he can feel just how sure you are. You waited long enough. Now, it’s time to feel.

“Absolutely.”

“Okay,” he says instantly. “Then, remove your pants and underwear and sit on my face.”

Your boyfriend lies in bed, and without thinking, you follow his orders. As your eyes scan the man lying on your bed, you lick your lips before placing yourself over his head. Taehyung looks ethereal even with his army uniform.

Your heart starts pounding fast because you’re about to have sex for the first time with him, and honestly, by the looks of it, it doesn’t seem like a first time.

Neither of you is a virgin. It’s a fact that you shared quite early on, but you’ve never done it together, which can make you a bit nervous. You know nothing about his preferences or if you’re even compatible. All you know right now is how desperate you are to have him inside you. All you want is for him to calm the fire inside you.

“I hope I’m not going to suffocate you,” you teasingly say as you slowly bring your core closer to his face.

“I absolutely don’t care about that,” he honestly replies. “Suffocate me as much as you want, I’ll be happy.”  

His hands move to your hips, guiding you down to get closer to his face. The sweet scent of your arousal makes him hungry, like really hungry. He wants to suck and lap all your juices until his lips are only covered with your arousal. 

“Your cunt smells so good, pasta girl,” he whispers against your core. 

His nose brushes against your core, a small moan leaving your lips at the sensation. As he hears the barely audible moan, he deliberately breathes against your throbbing core, the cool air sending shivers down your spine. There’s absolutely no doubt that this man knows how to pleasure a woman.

“You’re already so fucking wet,” he mumbles with a growing smirk on his face.  

Well, being around this man always gets you wet, and if on top of that he’s wearing his military uniform, then, you’re soaking wet.

“Not my fault if you’re so damn sexy,” you reply.

Before you can even process what is happening, he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking at it. The man doesn’t even give you the time to breathe or to realize what’s going on. His nose tingles your core, sending goosebumps throughout your entire body. You bite your lower lip to suppress any moan from falling out of your mouth.

With your previous partners, being loud in bed was apparently not a good thing. That’s what they told you, and moaning during the act also felt almost wrong. The only thought that others could hear you was uncomfortable.

Automatically, you bury your hand in Taehyung’s hair, pulling it as he laps your sensitive clit with his tongue. A groan rumbles from his chest, the sound vibrating against your skin, which sends shivers down your spine. You close your eyes to savor having him under you with his nose in your core.  

This right here with him feels quite special, especially since he’s giving you quite a lot of pleasure with his mouth and nose alone. What would it be once he’s going to be buried deep inside you?

After a little while, he buries his tongue in your hole, causing fireworks inside you. The man laps at your arousal as if his life were at stake. In some way, it feels like he’s trying to make up for the time when you weren’t together. Today is all about taking care of you. 

His eyes glance up at you, enjoying the way your body is contorting with pleasure. An evil smirk appears on his face while he keeps lapping at your juices. Your back arches, causing you to push your pussy closer to his mouth. He instantly notices the way you’re holding back your moans.

“Don’t hold back, babe,” he mumbles against your core. “Scream as loud as you desire.”

“No,” you shake your head while completely lost in your pleasure.

He pushes his face away from your pussy, and his eyebrows furrow. He’s not understanding why you’re holding back. It’s a first time for him. His previous partners were loud as fuck, and it was also an indicator for him to know if he’s doing well or not.

“Why?” he asks.

“It makes me uncomfortable,” you admit. “And my exes made me understand they didn’t like it.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes. He’s heard your stories about your exes, and he hates them all. They were all assholes; he always feels sorry that you had to deal with guys like them.

“They were wrong, my love,” he says softly. “If it makes you uncomfortable, I’ll never push. But just so you know, I don’t mind it. Not at all,” his voice gets deeper and lower. “Actually, I’d love to hear you moan.”

His words make you blush. You never thought that a man would ever say that because you always believed that men hated a vocal woman. But Taehyung is proving you completely wrong.

“Okay,” you nod.

He offers you the prettiest smile before settling back to his previous position, which is his face pressed against your pussy. He’s lapping at you like there’s no tomorrow, and his words echo in your mind so you don’t bite your lower lip anymore. You try as well not to hold back any moan.  

“You’re so pretty,” Taehyung mutters against your core. 

Slowly, you start rolling your hips over his head, your hand running through your hair to push it back so it doesn’t stick to your face as you start to sweat. The moans start to leave your lips as the wave of pleasure begins to build strongly in your lower stomach. A smile grows on his face when he hears the sweet sounds you’re making.

His eyes glance down with marvel at your core. Everything about you is extremely wonderful. This man loves you with his entire soul, and most of the time, he wonders how he survived all this time without you by his side. You’re so fucking beautiful, and it was hard to keep his hands to himself.  

Taehyung senses the orgasm building stronger inside you at an extremely fast pace. Your body is moving more and more, your walls are clenching way too much, and your moans are also getting high-pitched. The man starts to suck harder on your core to make you come all over his face. That’s all he wishes for right now.  

Your free hand goes to the headboard of the bed to hold yourself onto something. The man below you is sucking and lapping every single drop of your arousal, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. It’s a matter of seconds before you come undone all over his face. But that’s what you both want.

“Fuck, Taehyung,” you mutter as your hips slowly roll desperately over his face. 

Your boyfriend detaches his mouth when your legs start shaking, indicating that your orgasm is finally hitting you intensely. His name leaves your mouth when the wave of pleasure explodes inside you, your back arching even more, and you close your eyes to enjoy every second of it. 

Your arousal leaks over his pretty lips while he watches with marvel the way you come over his face. Nothing makes him prouder than giving you such an intense orgasm for the first time. And man, the way you look when you’re on cloud nine is honestly the prettiest thing he has ever seen.

Taehyung moves under you, your core now pressed against his covered chest. It takes you a moment to come down from your high, and he can even feel your wall clenching against his toned chest. His hands caress your hips, trying to bring you comfort as you come down. His eyes never leave your pretty face. 

“Would you like to keep going?” 

He wants to be sure that you really want to have sex with him. Of course, it’s pretty obvious you want more, but who knows, maybe you’d like to stop here. He’s not going to force you to do anything; he has never been like that. 

Your eyes open to look at the man under you. His lips are all wet with your arousal, which honestly looks pretty good on him. Anything looks good on him.

“Yes, I want it,” you bend down, your face getting closer to his ear, “captain clumsy,” you whisper with a smile on your face. 

Taehyung bites his lower lip, goosebumps appearing all over his body with the way you just whispered “captain clumsy”.

“You’re such a tease,” he says before pressing his lips against yours.

When your lips meet, you instantly taste yourself. Again, this is new to you. Your exes weren’t the type to go down on you. They’d prefer to go straight to the penetration as they preferred it, but damn, being eaten out is way more worthy than any dick inside you.

“Let me undress, my love,” he says while tapping your tights.

You move aside to let him stand up. In seconds, he strips off all the pieces of clothing from his body, leaving no room for imagination anymore. The man standing in front of you isn’t just the charming guy you met in that italian restaurant anymore. He’s transformed.

His body is sculpted and more powerful. His chest is broader, his arms thicker, every muscle defined and glistening, and veins trail down his forearms, rising slightly beneath his skin in a way that makes your breath catch.

Then, your eyes slowly look down, and you freeze. There it is. The beast he’s been hiding from you for nearly two years. And it’s a lot. You’re not even sure how he managed to tuck that away in his military uniform.

“That’s huge,” you mumble.

“Yeah,” he replies with a grin. “That’s what people usually say.”

You raise an eyebrow, your eyes now moving up to meet his gaze.

“Oh? So people just casually admire your dick like it’s no big deal?” you ask in a teasing tone.

Your boyfriend rolls his eyes while shaking his head.

“Totally. I made it a habit to walk around naked during my military training.”  

“I’m sure they were all grateful for that,” you chuckle.

“Obviously,” he smirks.

Taehyung gets closer, like dangerously close, before his body hovers over yours. You fall backwards, your back pressed against your mattress. The smirk on his face turns into the softest smile.

“I wish I could have been there,” you smile at him as your hands cup his cute cheeks.

His hand gently caresses your face. It’s weird to think you’re about to share a very wild moment while he’s simply adorable right now.

“If you were there, I would have never been able to serve my country,” he admits. “I would constantly have had my hands all over you.”

You chuckle, but honestly, you know you would have never let him do his job because you’d always be around him. Most probably, he’d be tired of seeing you all the time, and probably would find you too clingy.  

Your boyfriend presses a sweet kiss on your lips, but it quickly takes a steamy turn. His fingers visit your wet core while still kissing you, and the cold sensation of his fingers makes you moan. A moan that he instantly swallows.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he mumbles.

“It’s always the case around you,” you admit.

“Naughty girl,” he teases.      

Before you can say anything else, he slides his length along your folds, teasing you and covering it with your arousal. As he does so, a soft whimper leaves your lips, your body aching for more. His eyes drop to where your bodies are meeting, watching the way your wetness clings to him.

Damn, you’re both barely holding it together. The anticipation is thick, and the thought of finally having him inside you makes your walls clench around nothing.

After a few seconds that feel like an eternity, his gaze lifts to meet yours again. His eyes are dark and filled with lust; he’s definitely desperate to push himself deep inside you. And there’s no doubt in either of your minds. He’s seconds away from giving in to the need to bury himself deep inside you.

“Ready?” he asks.

You simply nod. You’re actually more than ready for this. You’ve been craving this moment for months now.

With his hand still on his thick cock, he guides it to your soaked pussy before burying it inside you, stretching your velvety walls. His large hands find their way to your waist, caressing your soft skin while his eyes filled with lust look into yours. Both of you groan as he slowly pushes his long and thick cock inside you.  

“Fuck,” you mumble as your eyes roll back. 

The monster between his legs looked big before, but now, as he slowly pushes himself inside you, he feels even bigger. It’s overwhelming, but definitely in a good way. And above anything else, it feels simply right to have him inside you.

He pushes his dick as far as possible inside you, filling you up to the brim. This is definitely quite something. None of the guys you previously dated were this huge, but damn, this is incredible. Your pleasure is reaching levels you never knew existed, and he has only pushed his length inside you.

“Oh fuck,” he swears. “This feels so fucking good.”    

As you hear his words, your walls clench around his cock, causing him to moan. 

“Don’t torture me, pasta girl,” he groans, his voice rough around the edges. “If you keep going, I’ll come and completely embarrass myself.”

“I wouldn’t judge you,” you murmur, hand gently trailing over his chest.

“Yeah, but…” he leans in, brushing a kiss against your cheek, “I kind of want to impress you. First time and all.”

The wink he throws you makes your heart flutter.

Before you can add or say anything more, Taehyung slowly pushes back, leaving only the tip of his cock inside you. His eyes never leave your figure, watching you with delight.

He brutally pushes his cock fully inside you, a loud moan leaving your lips. For a little while, he doesn't move, hovering over you before his lips meet yours again for a sloppy kiss. Slowly, his lips move down to your collarbone, leaving sweet kisses all along. 

“Are we going to stay like this all night long?” you raise an eyebrow.

“Looks like someone is desperate,” he chuckles.

“I’ve waited so so long for this, Taehyung,” you confess with some desperation in your voice. “I can’t wait any longer.”

For a second, his eyes get lost on your body, groaning as he watches himself buried deep inside you. This is a sight he has desperately craved over the last months. His mind was going absolutely crazy, knowing that it wasn’t going to happen before his discharge.

“Let’s go then,” he says.  

He instantly pulls back brutally before slamming himself back into you. He leans closer again before licking the spot just under your ear. His hands slowly travel down your body to rest on your waist while his hips slowly thrust into you. The slick sound of your pussy soaking his cock as well as your moans quickly fill the bedroom. 

The feeling of his cock filling you up, his hips hitting against yours with every thrust he makes causes sparks of pleasure to shoot throughout your body, your arousal dripping from your core and creaming his cock. He licks his lips as he notices the sticky mess you’re causing. 

His cock is buried deep inside you, brushing against your walls which only causes you to moan even louder. You grip the sheets as hard as possible to steady yourself from Taehyung’s hard thrusts. 

This first time with your boyfriend tastes like heaven. It was an absolute torture to wait all this time, but god, it was worth it.

His hands press harder into your skin when he feels your walls tighten around him. Every time he pushes his hips back, he watches with delight the way his cock is completely covered with your arousal. It’s driving him so crazy.

Gradually, Taehyung thrusts into you harsher and harder. Even though you’re not holding back any moan, it feels so weird to be moaning louder and louder.  

Your walls suck his cock as he slams his hips into you harshly. His hands can feel the way your body quivers with each thrust, the way you’re losing yourself further into pleasure. 

“Fuck,” he groans when he feels the warmth of your walls wrapping tighter around him. “Your cunt is clenching so hard, my love.” 

As you glance up at him, you can’t help but find him extremely attractive. His eyes stare down at you with so much passion and desire as his tongue licks his lower lips. He keeps growling your name, thrusting into you with more urgency. Quickly enough, you feel the orgasm building within you.

“I’m gonna come so hard, captain,” you tell him.

His fingers move along your body before pinching your nipples while his cock twitches inside of you at your words, a low groan rumbling in his chest.  

“Don’t hold back, pasta girl.”

Since he wants to torture you more and more as you get closer to your orgasm, one of his hands slowly goes down on your body, landing on your throbbing clit. His fingers start to rub your sensitive spot as his cock keeps slamming roughly inside you. 

His fingers on your clit cause your orgasm explode intensely, making you come hard around him. Your walls squeeze him over and over again while you come all over him. 

Taehyung doesn’t stop at all. Actually, he speeds up the pace of his hips, chasing his own orgasm. The coil in his lower stomach tightens inside of him, completely clouding his thoughts.

The second his eyes look at the mess your orgasm is doing, breathy whines leave his pretty lips. He groans when his orgasm hits him hard, your name rolling off his tongue. His eyes roll back with pleasure as his body tenses up and paints your walls white. The feeling of his semen being released inside you almost makes you come all over again.

Taehyung collapses next to you, both your bodies covered in sweat. This was definitely intense, but honestly, a perfect first time with him. You both look at the ceiling while catching your breaths.

“The wait was definitely worth it,” you whisper while turning your face to look at him.

“It was,” he agrees with you.  

He turns his head too, eyes meeting yours with a softness that makes your chest ache. This man looks cute after being absolutely wild and dangerous.  

“You were worth it.”

You smile, your fingers instinctively reaching for his. He laces them with his own, still slightly trembling from the intensity of what just happened. You don’t understand how you got so lucky to have him. This restaurant incident will forever be the best moment of your life. No matter what.

“I still can’t believe you’re here,” you say, voice barely above a whisper. “I kept replaying this moment in my head so many times, and now it’s finally real.”

He lifts your joined hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

“It’s real,” he whispers before pressing another kiss. “I’m home.”

You both fall into silence again, but it’s not awkward at all. It’s just a moment where you take the time to process what just happened. After eighteen months of waiting for his return, you still need some time to fully understand that he’s here. He’s all yours now.

“So,” he lets out a breathy laugh. “Do I get a second chance to impress you?”

You grin, heart fluttering all over again.

“Only if you think you can top that.”

[voitier]

HANS - In your Hands

둘 : Of caramel and coffee grounds

In a world where every single step is recorded and analysed by cameras, F1 racer Jeon Jungkook could care less about his reputation, having decided that with the amount of money he has he could buy the silence of everybody, if he wished.

Behind him, there's a girl losing her mind trying to get him to behave, knowing that her job is at risk if she doesn't cover up his mess-ups in time.

What happens when one of the most influential and world recognised racers falls head over heels for his PR manager, who absolutely despises his "I've got it all" attitude and wants nothing more than to keep doing her job in peace?

WORDCOUNT: 2k3 words

WARNING: 18+, description of semi-public sexual acts, kinda getting caught

AUTHOR'S NOTE: okay so. first of all, I owe you all my gratitude and affection towards anyone who got interested in the story, who supports me and believes in this little "project" as much as I do. second of all, I owe y'all also my apologies: this part was meant to be part 1 of chapter 2, not the whole chapter itself. however, life got in the way and unfortunately I couldn't do much work over the weekend, and I promised that I would post chapter 2 either during the weekend or monday so it was only fair that I kept my promise and posted it nevertheless.

now, to the chapter itself: this one is heavily focused on OC and Tae's dynamics, we won't see JK until the very end of it, and even then it's just a couple of minutes worth of interactions.

I'd also say that it's heavily explicit but I would be lying, just know that the whole ordeal will take place while OC and Tae are "messing" with each other. why? you may ask. because I needed to introduce to you some of the themes that will be discussed later on, and OC happens to be one of those people whose psyche heavily influences the things she enjoys when having sex, what makes her feels safe and what doesn't, what she redeems right and what not. there are hints to her past, but take them as they are now: just hints. time will unfold everything.

I hope you're not too mad that this chapter is short and JK doesn't make much of an appearance. enjoy your reading, I will wait for you in the comments/Inbox. love you all <3

“Coffee?” 

“Sure” 

Taehyung handed you an ice cold cup, filled to the brim with your iced coffee and topped with cream. 

You smiled, stirring the straw in a couple times before taking a sip. Caramel. “How did you know?” 

“You used to drink the exact same thing in college. Still disgusting, by the way.” 

You scoffed, kicking your leg dipped in the cold water of the pool to splash the man. Taehyung chuckled, tossing his shirt to the side before jumping in the water beside you. He emerged from the water, pushing his slick hair back. 

You lowered your eyes on your drink, doing your best to hide the way your gaze followed every single drop of water dripping on his skin, tracing every curve and crevice you spent nights trying to forget about. 

"You're not jumping in?"

"I have work to do," putting the cup down, you raise your notepad kept at a much needed distance from the pool. Months and months worth of work were scribbled down on its pages, and you weren't risking losing it just because you wanted to tan in the sun by the open-roof pool of the hotel. Not even a chance. 

Taehyung groaned, complaining with a whiny voice: "You can work later. C'mon, you're never relaxing. Plus, the water is really cold and nice."

Sighing, you shook your head, closing the notepad shit again. You turned around, ready to pull yourself up, muttering something about him not bribing you in, when two big hands grabbed your hips, pulling you inside the pool completely. 

"Taehyung!" you gasped, body shaking with the sudden impact of the cold water hugging you whole. 

"Here we go, much better," he murmured, face dangerously close to yours as he kept you trapped between his body and the pool wall. "Feels nice, doesn't it?"

"Taehyung..." you whispered, looking right over his shoulder to not encounter his eyes. You knew what intensity they held, and you knew you would cave in immediately if you dared to look at him. Your body tensed up when you felt his hand travel from your hips to your leg, silently thanking the water that hid the goosebumps rising all over. "This is not right," you whispered, probably more to yourself than him, your resolutions threatening to crumble as soon as he hit the right buttons. 

"Why not?" he asked, lips hovering the nape of your neck, his breath warm against your cold skin. You could feel the ghost of his kisses resurface to life, the memories of countless nights spent together hitting you at once. "Your man was hidden in the bathroom of the garage fucking the first willing woman he found and we can't have fun like we used to in the privacy of closed walls?"

Your breath hitched at his words.

Your man. Jungkook.

With the first willing woman. Isadora.

Fucking...?

"Wait what did you say?" you suddenly asked, pushing him back just the right amount to look at him as he spoke.

He cocked his head to the side, raising his eyebrow in a are you serious? manner. A little smirk pulled at his mouth, and he shook his head side by side in disbelief. 

"What did you think they were doing in there, Vel? Holding hands, exchanging rings?" 

You brushed away the feeling of your heart dropping at the nickname, Vel. It had been years since you last heard it, and you certainly didn't enjoy hearing it now and bringing back all the memories attached to it.

"I'm not that stupid."

"Never said you were."

"I just... I didn't think he would go all out, that's all."

"Last minute nerves, sometimes getting blown just doesn't do the job as it should." With a shrug, Taehyung swam back slightly and gave you time to digest what he had implied, observing you with critical eyes in the meantime. "Are you seriously shocked?" he asked tentatively, getting closer again. His other hand traveled to your back, pushing you gently against his stiff body.

Taehyung managed to be exactly what you needed every time you felt like you were tethering on the edge of failure: broad, stiff, firm. Secure in a way you envied. So it was no surprise when you let your body mold into his, throwing your head back with a groan that was both exhausted and terrified. 

"I'm so tired of having to cover up scandals left and right before the media and journalists find out. At least in the garage I thought I could have some peace from that," you whined, finally giving in and hiding your face in the crook of his neck. The smell of chlorine mixed with coffee grounds inebriated your system, momentarily distracting you from the mess you cleared up without even really knowing about it. You nuzzled your face into his neck further, drinking in his smell, letting your body and mind remember what it felt like to feel anchored and safe.

"Now you get why I'm not as worried as you are? We all have our good dose of mess-ups, here. You deserve to be human like the rest of us, Vel"

You deserve to be human like the rest of us, Vel.

Your throat constricted at his words, hands impulsively gripping his shoulders. Did you actually deserve to rest, to mess up? You weren't famous. You weren't rich either, maybe well-put is a more appropriate adjective to describe your economical status, yet you weren't one of those who could retire now and live comfortably like someone else could. That someone, of course, was none other than Jeon Jungkook, who not only could live off the amount of money his bank had stored away, but he could also buy everyone's silence in case one of his mess-ups accidentally slipped from your fingers and became public dominion.

Taehyung lips zeroed on your neck, taking his time leaving kisses behind, wanting to make you relax, first of all, and then take further steps. He made sure you were leaning on the pool wall, his gestures carrying a caringness that felt oddly familiar, yet still scary. He handled you with care and  affection, his touch expressing something that almost resembled a devotional act. 

He was careful and tentative the same way adults who were once musicians sit down at an old piano and slowly start to press random keys until they grow confident enough to play by heart one of their favourite compositions they learned when they were a child. 

That's what Taehyung was doing – playing you, playing your body, remembering exactly which keys to press, yet being careful in case some of them got out of tune over time. He didn't push, but he didn't pull back either. He acclimated you back again to the rhythm slowly, gently lulling you back into the routine. 

His kisses didn't hold the desperation they used to back when you were merely more than a teenager anymore, nor the seduction he used when you weren't totally in the mood, and he knew you could benefit from letting loose even for as little as a couple minutes.

He was measured, controlled, almost gentleman-like, if you will. His touch grew bolder, hands sliding under your legs and hooking them around his torso, pressing you further against the wall.

There, trapped between a literal wall of concrete and Taehyung's hard body, you couldn't help but feel safe, stable, grounded in a way that wasn't new to you. Years back, Taehyung had learned that you thrived off being pressed, almost trapped, between his body and a hard solid surface, whether it was the bed, the wall, or a library. What you couldn't handle though, and you two found out when you were around 21 years old, was not having something solid holding you. Safe to say, mirror sex with your hands on each side of the mirror didn't feel good at all for you, feeling way too "abandoned" to actually focus on pleasure. Taehyung was sure there was some sort of psychological explanation behind it, but it wasn't his place to ask you, so he never did.

You sighed softly, throwing your head back as Taehyung pestered your throat and collarbones in kisses, dipping your hand in his soaking wet hair. You couldn't help but let out a content hum as your body gave into his ministrations, going lax under his touch. 

He was definitely right, it felt so fucking good to give yourself to someone who knew what they were doing. 

"Just like that," he murmured against your skin, "we don't have to rush. We have all the time in the world."

“Tae,” you sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck for support. Taehyung’s fingers hooked under the straps of your bra, pulling it down your shoulders to continue his attack on your flesh. One of his hands traveled further down to cup your breast over your bikini, groaning as he became hungrier for this, hungrier for you. 

The sharp ringing of the elevator that opened right a few feet from the pool snatched you from the bubble of bliss Taehyung had so carefully brought you in, forcing a gasp from your lips and your nerves to jump at attention.

You turned around, panic rising as you saw a familiar silhouette with its head low on his phone appearing inch by inch as the doors opened slowly. Jungkook. 

“Taehyung,” you hissed, panicking, tapping his shoulders hurriedly. 

“Don’t make a sound,” was all he said before he dunked his head underwater, swimming lower and lower. You tried your best to act like nothing was happening as Jungkook got closer, his eyes lighting up as they spotted you. 

“Ah, here you are!” he exclaimed, sporting one of his best grins on his lips. “I’ve been trying to call you for the past ten minutes, no wonder you weren’t picking up!”

“Jungkook,” you forced a cough right after to cover up the way your voice cracked as you called his name, trying to ignore with all your might the way Taehyung decided that it was an appropriate space and time to make his hands run up and down your legs, slowly inching them closer to your core, slowly, torturing you in the process. His fingers brushed your inner thighs, his touch so delicate that it felt like something was tickling you instead. You clamped your legs shut, immediately regretting your choice as it had given him the perfect opportunity to push his fingers further up, fingertips grazing with feather-like pressure on your bikini-covered skin. 

Fuck. 

“...and,” Jungkook stopped his rambling, which you hadn’t heard at all, and shut his mouth to look at you better. He tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy, squinting his eyes to analyse you better. “Are you alright, Y/N? You look kinda flushed.”

You hummed, nodding your head up and down quickly, internally cringing at yourself as you heard the high-pitched sound that came from your lips. “Yeah, yes! Must be the sun,” your finger pointed up at the open roof, and you took advantage of the moment Jungkook looked up to try and push Taehyung away.

The man didn’t budge.

At all.

If anything, your little "rebellion" only spurred him on, and in a matter of seconds he had slipped two fingers inside your swimsuit, slowly circling your clit and sending sparks throughout your body. 

You hoped Jungkook wouldn't catch on to the way your breathing pattern grew irregular, heavier, or the way your cheeks flushed crimson red, or the trembling of your fingers. You had to find a way to get him out of there, immediately, before you lost all sense of shame and control and fucked Taehyung right in front of his eyes.

"Anyway, do you mind if I join you?"

Holy.

Fucking.

Shit.

"Yes! I mean– no, not like that, of course you can, it's not my pool, is it?" you chuckled nervously, kicking your legs underwater to tell Taehyung that now he really had to fucking stop messing around. "But shouldn't you go back inside and change? You don't have your swimsuit on."

Jungkook opened his mouth to talk, but immediately snapped it close. His eyes lit up for a brief second before a little smirk took over his lips, the next sentence sending you straight into cardiac arrest. "But I was thinking of swimming naked, Y/N, it would be... freeing."

"What–"

"Besides, aren't you naked too?"

That definitely froze you on the spot. And apparently, Taehyung had managed to hear something from his position, cause he had stopped, too. 

"Uhm... Jungkook, what are you talking about?"

The boy's eyes traveled up and down your body – or, well, what could be seen of it – before his fingers pointed to your form, even though confusion and hesitancy was now clear. 

"Aren't you...?"

You looked down to where he was pointing, gasping as only then you had realised that the straps of your bra were still down your shoulders, just like Taehyung had wanted them. From his position, not too close to the pool, it definitely looked like you were wearing nothing. 

"Oh my god, no!" you exclaimed, immediately pulling them up and around your shoulders. "Here, they were down cause they slipped. Were you seriously considering getting in naked? While believing I was naked, too?"

Right as Jungkook was about to feed you one of his shitty excuses you interrupted him, shooing him away with your hands. "Go, go change, I don't wanna hear anything."

Sulking, he walked towards the elevator, totally acting like a four year old throwing a tantrum: pouting, shoulders slumped over, feet dragging on the ground, exclaiming a defensive "Oh, c'mon, it would have been a nice view!"

"Fuck off, bun," you laughed, yelling something about waiting for him to change in his swimming attire.

You didn’t catch it, but his lips turned upwards in a soft smile right as the elevator’s doors closed.

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series introduction post here

[robotpiez]

illi mcmillin headcanons? who would've guessed?

☆ nonbinary!! also they/her pronouns ^_^

☆ they once tried out for the cheerleading squad....safe to say that she didn't make it (also everyone on there kept making fun of her soooo)

☆ totally in love with bugs. if there were to be a huge spider in her room or something they would just stare at it in awe instead of trying to kill it

☆ at school, illi was apparently "too girly" for the guys and "too boyish" for the girls. in their early years, she was upset and had the feeling that she didn't belong anywhere. she's better now, but that feeling still lingers around sometimes

☆ she started up a band with her squad! they only have one song (can you guess what it is) and they're furiously trying to promote it

☆ she's been friends with ray since elementary and pencey (frank in my au) since around the end of middle school (illi heroically saved him, who was trapped in a locker 😭)

☆ pencey has a crush on illi, but illi is too blind to see his silly attempts on romance. instead, illi's crushing either on ray or patrick (which makes pencey extremely jealous)

☆ she thinks patrick is the "coolest" guy in the whole school (just because he "really knows" what D&D is (he doesn't)), despite him being seen as a nerd by other students

☆ she hangs out the most with ray. if she's going shopping then you bet your ass that ray's gonna be there

☆ she would draw on her hands and "paint" her nails with markers. whenever her brother miles (mikey) sees that, he would complain about how easily she would get skin cancer and all that stuff but illi doesn't care 👅

☆ they keeps a pack of cigarettes (pencey gave it to her) but she doesn't reallly smoke it lmao. sometimes she'd grab one and pretend to smoke it

☆ she would pick up random trinkets/keychains on the street and collect them (i am totally not projecting here....)

☆ they would wear something like this:

she doesn't really stick to a style or anything, she just wears stuff that she thinks it's cool!

☆ loves skirts but she would never wear short ones. she feels really uncomfy with short skirts and she thinks thay they're too overrated

☆ frequent shoplifter. sometimes she goes on shoplifting sprees with her friends! (they usually get caught)

☆ she never puts on makeup, but sometimes she would put lipstick on for funsies. she would go to the girl's toilets to do that and everyone else in there would just whisper and stare at her

☆ LOVES to draw and write! she's made up so many stories and ocs and loves to ramble about them to her friends (ray especially)

okay that was it thanks for reading ^_^

[pucksandpebbles]

𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒂 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏', 𝒎𝒄⁷¹

a short fic in which Mack notices a girl on the ice and cannot get her out of his head because of just how much they have in common macklin celebrini x figureskater!reader

a/n : my first mack fic ahhhhh! I wanted to do this as a dual pov so it felt more 'x reader' but then couldn't be arsed so this is all Mack pov!

A disclaimer btw, reader's nickname is 'Princess' and sometimes that's how Mack refers to her but otherwise it's pretty much 'x reader' because she isn't named. The way I write reader fics can be so specific cause I hate doing the y/n thing so this may read a little like my oc fics. I also know nothing about figure skating except the basics and have no idea about the goings on at the Shark Tank so don't come for me.

Absolutely nooooo proofreading sorry guys if there's mistakes. Always remember to show love and don't be a silent reader - I love your thoughts and without y'all I probably wouldn't be writing so thank you. And we are soooo close to 200 followers, I cannot believe it.

wc: 1.9k

There’s a girl on the ice at the Shark Tank. Clad all over in a black material that clings to her skin, hair whipping from side to side even though it’s secured in a pony tail, even her skates are an even-toned black, speckled with bits of ice, the only part of her not in black, not covered in a material are her hands. Despite the way she’s skating, rushed and powerful, Macklin thinks that she must be cold - her hands that is, especially with the way in which, when she does the cantilever, her fingertips brush at the ice below her. With a strength that is deep set in her bones, she charges across the ice, powering her high and complex jumps and landing with an elegance that would be impossible to master for Macklin. She’s a figure skater, obviously. Occasionally, some of them book out the stadium for practice, it’s not often though and usually they’re accompanied by their trainers and teammates - but as Macklin looks around the empty seats of the stadium, he spots nobody. 

She’s stayed past her allotted time. But Macklin’s also here early, lacing up his hockey skates for a pre-practice practice, his own personal warm-up that he can do without any prying eyes. Now he’s the prying eyes, watching mesmerised as the skater performs her toe-loops and a quad or two. It’s impressive to him.

He watches as she propels herself up into the air, arms pulling into her chest and long hair wrapping around her face. This time when she lands though, she stumbles and her other leg flies over and she goes tumbling to the ice, the momentum of the jump carrying through to slide her away from the scene of the incident, sat with her legs outstretched. She buries her head in her hands and cries out and Macklin shoots to his feet and rushes to the plexiglass to see if she’s okay.

Against his better judgement of staying quiet and unnoticed, Macklin shouts out across the ice to disturb the skater, “Are you okay?”

Her head pricks up and she stumbles to her feet and her skates haphazardly, skating tenderly to the plexiglass where Macklin is standing.

“Fine, sorry were you waiting for the ice?” She smiles apologetically, stepping off the ice and reaching for her guards.

Macklin shakes his head, “It’s okay, not really,” she sits on one of the benches, unlacing her states and tugging a hoodie out of her skate bag to pull over her head, Macklin watches intently and then realises he’s being a bit of a creep - the best that he can force out is, “Your skating was impressive.”

She practically bats away the compliment, smile souring into a hard set line, “Not really. I fell, couldn’t make the quad in case you noticed.”

“Well, it looked impressive to me.” Macklin combats the self-depreciation, the line sounding awfully familiar. Usually he was on the other end of this type of conversation.

The girl shakes her head, “I need that quad to make the team.”

Macklin sits down beside her as she swaps over her shoes and takes her earbuds out, “You seem like you’re working very hard for it.”     

She smiles, brushing through her loose hair now, Macklin watches the soft waves unfold along her back, “You too. You’re a shark aren’t you?”

“The centre, Mack,” he formally introduces himself, extending a hand out to her to shake which she takes with a giggle.

Her amusement is barely hidden and she slides her hand against Mack’s and softly shakes it up and down as a greeting, “Nice to meet you Mack.”

“You’re not going to tell me your name,” Mack questions.

She smirks as she stands up, pulling her skating bag, a light beige coloured and highly battered, onto her shoulder, “You can figure it out. But people call me the Axel Princess in the skating world.”

“How about Princess then,” Macklin shouts to her as she makes her way through the stadium away from Macklin, evidently towards the exit.

She turns to him, walking backwards slowly, a sweet smile appearing on her face, “Princess, I don’t mind it.”  

Macklin thinks about ‘Princess’ through all the way up until practice, as he run drills silently and alone on the ice. He thought it would be nice if she had stayed to watch, leaning back in the stadium seat as he warmed up until he was warm and his hair was wet underneath his helmet. The drills strain at his muscles in a burn that Macklin pretends the enjoy - it’s for the good of him, for the good of the game, for the good of the team. When he returns to the locker room before actual practice, he’s puffed out and jelly-legged, having pushed himself more than usual. Spaced out as he thought of the girl of the ice, how her limbs must burn with the exertion of how she propels herself up and off the ice and lands back to the ice in a hip-shattering movement, and then just carries on.

He’s heard about some of the San Jose figure skaters before, most of the hockey players look upon them with scorn, a little bit of a rivalry. There’s no artistry in hockey like there is in figure skating and ice dance, and the two sports operate in almost completely different ways. Hockey players build up and figure skaters slim down - most of the skaters burn out by the time they reach their twenties. Macklin remembers the exhaustion under her eyes, dark purple circles and the tape covering the bit of her skin visible to him when she came closer. She was small too, skinny, a small woman but able to produce such a performance on ice, it was incredible. It’s a sight that is familiar to Macklin, when he goes home and his father trains him and Aiden until they drop. It’s his second season with the sharks and when he returned after his first, he remembers how Toffoli had pulled him to the side, told him he looked exhausted, and asked if he was okay because he didn’t seem himself. Macklin had shook him off, it was for the better he said to himself but he couldn’t even bring himself to believe it.

He wondered if it was the same for Princess. If she worked herself to the bone like Macklin did because she felt inadequate. Not good enough, even if everyone around her was saying that she was perfect, the best, number fucking one.    

Macklin couldn’t stop thinking about her all through practice, and then in the locker room when he would usually be chatting with Toff and Ekky, even on the drive home with Will, he keeps strangely silent, thinking of the next time he might see her again.

Mack must be a psychic. 

Because Mack does see her again. It’s when he, Will, Ekky and Toff are filtering into the stadium before practice. This time she is on ice with what looks to be a trainer. A stern looking woman dressed in a warm fur coat and yelling at her across the ice; with each screeching yell, Macklin flinches, and watches as she takes it, a blank look washing across her face, making the only defining feature on her face the purple circles under her dull eyes which skitter across the ice. It catches Macklin’s attention immediately, and after a few curses from her trainer, Mack watches as Ekky and Will turn their attentions to what is happening out on their ice. 

As they walk past, Princess runs her jump again, the same one over and over and Mack watches as she fails in over and over, tumbling to the ice and getting back up. 

Toff looks concerned Mack notices, and he’s not the only one. But the boys do nothing, say nothing. It turns Mack’s stomach. Yet again, Mack can’t stop thinking about her all through practice. It’s eating away at his bones, and by the time he plonks down on the bench of the locker room after practice, and the incident is all but forgotten by his friends, he pulls out his phone.

He does what he must and googles her - The Axel Princess.

Headlines pop up instantly. Horrible ones, questioning her integrity, critiquing her performance despite the medals hung around her neck, commenting on her struggle with her body. Mack slams his phone back down. He can’t think about it. Can’t think about just how alike they must be.

She stays on the periphery of his life for almost half a year, until the Winter Olympics roll around. 

He knows that she’s been picked for the team, he has a google alert set up and that is how she finds out that she’s officially competing on the team, for the US. He goes to the Olympics, he’s not competing, but his father drags him and Aiden along to watch Canada compete and despite being herded by his dad around the event, he does slip away to watch the figure skating and watch her compete.

The routine is beautiful. Macklin cannot judge, obviously, he knows very little about figure skating, but to him it is beautiful.

He thinks that she spots him in the crowd, directs a little wave and moves on.

Her face is stern and hard as the hang a bronze medal around her neck and Mack thinks he might be able to see tear track streaking through her competition make-up. He’s been following her career since they first met and he’s watched as they predicted her to podium, one reporter even asked her if she thought she could win gold. She shook her head but her answer said it all. 

That anything but gold, was sub-par.

It made Mack’s throat clog up when he read the article.

He is desperate to get out there on the ice, to where she is wobbling on the make-shift podium. She looks as if she might keel over and spill her guts out on the pure white of the ice. Mack stands up and rushes down the stairs. There’s a slight bribing incident with security (the Olympics need better security desperately, he thinks), but he manages to get backstage.

They’re not close. Not really, by any means, have only talked once, it’s a strangely parasocial relationship and for a moment Macklin feels as if he has made a horrible mistake in coming here, doing this, misreading it all. However, almost as soon as she spots him, she melts into his arms, weeping and burying her head into his hoodie.

Macklin doesn't talk, doesn't question as she weeps salty tears onto his teal Sharks hoodie. His arms help support her as she leans into him, chest heaving and body limp against him - it breaks his heart a little.

He takes her back to his hotel room, makes sure she has a good shower, some comfortable clothes to dress in - they’re all Mack’s - and lets her cuddle up to him on the hotel bed and she eats a hamburger and they watch the movies on the horrible hotel channels. She lets him drag her around the rest of the event to watch Will and Ekky play and watch him try to avoid his dad and Aiden for the rest of the time in favour of her and Toff’s attention.

It’s the best week of his life. 

[badkitty3000]

Anonymous asked:

Hi! I love your vivienne and five series of one shots ❤️❤️❤️ I’ve recently re-reading the Sexual Awakening of Five Hargreeves for probably the 7th time (not counting after the second), and the teasing at the end kind of give me an idea. What if Vivienne met up with Five’s former flings, those who are still available like maybe Lacey or Gina?

So, based on this Ask, I have written yet another Five/Vivian one shot! (my apologies/you're welcome). This one focuses on Five running into an old flame, Gina, who is featured in my long fic The Sexual Awakenings of Mr. Number Five Hargreeves. You don't need to read that one prior to this, though, but if you are interested, there's the link.

Thank you again, Anon! I enjoyed thinking about how Five would react to meeting Gina again, and how it would affect Viv, too. Enjoy! ❤️

A Ghost From The Past

Five Hargreeves x Female OC, 8.8k words, one-shot

Summary: A chance meeting with a past lover leaves Five with feelings of guilt and shame. As always, Viv is there to help him navigate them and remind him of the man he really is.

Warnings: Explicit sex, bondage, rough sex, oral sex, a dash of Daddy kink, a sprinkle of praise kink

“Thanks, Fivey, you’re a real life saver,” Klaus said, slapping his hand on Five’s back.

“Don’t mention it,” Five muttered under his breath.

“It’s no problem at all, Klaus. We’re happy to do it,” Viv said, looking pointedly at Five.

The three of them sat on one side of a large desk in a small office inside the City Bank. Five leaned back, one leg crossed over the other as he checked his watch. He sighed loudly.

“Where is this lady? What’s the point of making an appointment if you just have to wait?” Five grumbled.

“It’s only been a few minutes,” Viv pointed out. She patted Five’s knee. “This won’t even take that long. We’ll be in and out before you know it.”

“That’s what he said,” Klaus said with a giggle and Vivian joined him. Five remained sullen.

“Tell me again why you need to buy a car and have us co-sign your loan, Klaus?” Five asked with clear irritation. “What’s wrong with public transportation?”

“Well, my dear brother, not everyone is blessed with your handy mode of instant travel at their disposal. Most of us are forced to use the bus or train, and let me tell you… it’s not as great as it’s cracked up to be. Do you know how many times I have had my good shoes vomited on, or sat in gum or some other mystery substance? More than I can count.”

“How high can you count, out of curiosity?”

Klaus flapped a dismissive hand in Five’s direction. “Having a car would really help me out. And since there’s that pesky thing with needing “good credit” and “a stable income”, that’s where you and Viv come in. You’re my sugar parents!”

Viv laughed again and Five ground his teeth together.

“You know, Klaus, I don’t mind helping you out once in a while, but don’t you think it’s a little sad that you’re over forty and can’t even get your own bank loan to buy a car?”

Klaus thought for a minute and shook his head. “No, not really.”

“And why are we the lucky ones? Why didn’t you ask any of the other morons to help you out? Luther’s usually a sucker.”

Klaus nodded. “Yeah, I did. But Sloane nixed that. Something about me defaulting on the VW van I bought a couple years ago. I don’t know… I think she was overreacting.”

Viv jumped in before Five could add another snarky remark. “Well, this time there won’t be any defaulting and you’ll make monthly payments on time, right Klaus?”

“What?” Klaus asked, raising his head from where he had been concentrating on spinning a glass paperweight on the desk in front of them. “Oh… yeah, yeah. Monthly payments. You got it.”

“Vivie… “ Five started, his voice full of warning.

“Honey, don’t worry,” she said, patting his leg again. “Klaus is trustworthy.”

“Totally!” Klaus added cheerfully.

At that moment, the growing tension was broken by an attractive woman in a smart skirt and blazer bustling in behind them and taking her seat behind the desk. She was on the shorter side with blonde hair, not unlike Vivian’s. Although this woman was curvier and she wore her hair in a twisted knot at the back of her neck.

“I am so sorry I am late,” she gushed. She picked up a folder from her desk and flipped it open, glancing down. “Mr. and Mrs….” she frowned. She clearly had not known their names before opening the file. “Hargreeves?”

Viv smiled and extended her hand. She was used to people recognizing the Hargreeves name. Five and Klaus were still semi-famous from their time as child superheroes. Viv just happened to have adopted the well-known surname through marriage.

“Nice to meet you,” she said to the woman behind the desk.

Oddly, the woman only returned the handshake half-heartedly, still staring down at the folder like she was distracted or in deep thought. Then she looked up and dropped Viv’s hand.

“Five?” she asked.

Five blinked a few times like he was trying to place her but couldn’t. He figured she was just some weird fan that grew up following the Umbrella Academy. He hadn’t been around that long, so most of the time people didn’t recognize him. But occasionally he met someone that claimed he was their favorite.

“That’s right,” he answered, non-committedly.

“Hi, I’m Klaus… Number Four?” Klaus said, standing up and holding out his hand. It was clear he was going to try and play up the Umbrella Academy angle in case that got him some favors from the bank. “I’m the ghost one.”

The woman barely acknowledged him. She just kept staring at Five. Finally, she seemed to snap out of it and she managed a small smile.

“You don’t remember me, do you?” she asked Five.

Five looked at Viv and then Klaus before shaking his head. “No, I’m sorry. You do look familiar, though. We’ve met before?”

The woman gave a small, indignant laugh. “We have. Not surprised you don’t remember, though.” She gestured to the nameplate displayed in the middle of the desk. The one Five had failed to notice during his wait. Once it was pointed out to him and it registered with his brain, he turned white as a sheet.

“Gina?” he said quietly.

“Yeah… small world, huh?” she answered, before sitting down in her chair and laying her palms on the desk in front of her.

“It’s, uh… it’s been a while,” Five stammered.

Viv stared at him in total confusion. She had never seen Five this uncomfortable before. He almost looked scared. Who was this woman?

“You two know each other?” she asked.

Gina smiled in a way Viv wasn’t entirely sure how to interpret. It was almost sincere but there was something off about it.

“Yes, we do,” Gina answered. “We dated a while back.”

Five sat up, rubbing his palms over his thighs in agitation. “Like two dates,” he said to Viv.

Vivian smiled politely, since she wasn’t really sure what else to do. She didn’t care that Five had dated this woman in the past. But the tension in the air could be cut with a knife. There was obviously a story here.

“Well, nice to meet you, Gina. I’m Five’s wife, Vivian.”

She thought she detected a tiny snorting noise from Gina, but she couldn’t be sure. She just received another awkward, tight-lipped smile and then Gina cleared her throat.

“Right, well. Shall we get down to business then? I see you’re here to co-sign on a loan for one Klaus Hargreeves.” She looked at Klaus. “Oh, right… Klaus. I remember you. Two creams, three sugars, right?”

Klaus, who had been observing the whole exchange between Five and Gina with a slightly bemused expression suddenly perked up and he sat up straight. “Oh, holy shit! You’re that Gina! The coffee girl!”

Gina bristled a little. “Barista, actually. And that was when I was working through grad school. I’m a finance director now. In fact, I don’t normally do loan applications, but my co-worker is out sick today.”

“Right, right, of course,” Klaus said. Then his eyes widened and he looked from Five back to Gina, as the light bulb went off and he suddenly remembered their shared history. “Oh… Oh.” He nudged Five with his elbow. “Sorry, Fivey.”

“Jesus,” Five muttered. He looked like he was ready to blink out of his chair.

“Is everything alright?” Viv asked. “Are we able to get this taken care of?”

“Oh yes,” Gina assured her. Then she straightened herself up and started clacking on her computer keyboard. “It shouldn’t take long. Just a few documents to sign and I’ll have you on your way.”

“Great, thank you,” Viv said.

There was more awkward silence and Five fidgeted in his chair. Viv still couldn’t believe how he was acting. He was so unlike his normal confident self. She tried to put a reassuring hand on his knee but he didn’t even acknowledge her, so she took it away.

After another minute, Gina stood up. “I just have to go get the documents off the printer. Be right back.” Before she got up from her desk, she reached over and adjusted the heavy, glass paperweight that Klaus had moved. She was clearly just straightening her desk, but Five visibly flinched.

When Gina was gone, Viv leaned over. “Five, what’s going on? You’re acting really weird. Are you ok?”

Five shook his head and pulled at his shirt collar like it was choking him. “It’s hot in here, right?”

“Not really,” Viv said.

He loosened the knot in his tie. “Shit, I’m… I don’t know… I’ve gotta, “Five stood up, looking around in a panic, like he was trapped. His hands flexed at his sides. “I gotta get out of here.”

Then he blinked away, leaving Viv and Klaus staring at one another, with Five’s empty seat between them. Klaus grimaced.

“What the hell is going on?” Viv asked him.

“I might know a little bit, but I’ll let Five tell you. Just know he didn’t do anything wrong, even though he might think he did.”

“Why would he think he did something wrong?”

Klaus sighed. “Because it’s Five. One little misstep and he thinks the world is ending.” He paused. “Ok, that’s a bad example. But you know what I mean.”

Viv thought for a moment. “I guess. But I’ve never seen him act like that around another woman before.”

Before Klaus could answer, Gina came walking in. She noticed the empty chair.

“Did Five leave?” she asked, and she seemed almost relieved.

“Yes, he wasn’t feeling well,” Viv answered.

“Oh. Well, that’s too bad.” Viv saw a small smirk on the woman’s lips. “Be sure to tell him it was good to see him again.”

Viv gave a terse nod. “I will.”

After another ten minutes of signing documents and more copies, the loan was complete and Viv and Klaus left the bank. When they walked outside, they saw Five sitting on a bench. He looked deep in thought and didn’t look up until they approached him.

“All set?” he asked, his words clipped.

“Yeah, all done,” Viv told him. “Are you ok?”

Five stood up. “I’m fine. Come on, let’s go.”

He started walking towards the car, with Viv and Klaus trailing behind. They exchanged worried looks, but didn’t say anything.

The drive home was mostly silent, broken only by Klaus trying unsuccessfully to lighten the mood. He was sitting in the front passenger seat while Five drove and Viv sat in the back.

Klaus turned to Five. “This reminds me of our road trip. Remember that, Fivey?”

“How could I forget?” Five mumbled.

Klaus turned around so he was facing Viv. “It was great. Five almost got us killed by driving into oncoming traffic, then I almost got myself killed by pissing off a whole slew of Amish folk, and then there were cows…”

Viv laughed. “I heard all about this. Five told me. I wish I could have been there.”

Klaus frowned. “It’s a good thing you weren’t. You probably would have gone the way of the cows… poof… obliterated. Right, Fivey?”

Five nodded. “Yep.”

Klaus and Viv waited for him to say more, even if it was to insult Klaus, but there was nothing. He just went back to driving, staring straight ahead at the road, and gripping the wheel tightly with both hands.

After they dropped Klaus off with a promise that he would buy a sensible car to drive and not a Scooby Doo style van like he threatened, Viv hopped in the front seat and she and Five drove home.

When they got home and Five was still being quiet and distant, Viv started to worry. Normally if he turned in on himself, she knew the reason. Or at least could guess. This time, she had no idea what was going on. Obviously, it had something to do with that Gina woman.

Five had disappeared somewhere in the house, so Viv left him alone for a little while before finding him sitting at his office desk in the dark.

Viv knocked lightly on the door frame. “Can I come in?”

Five nodded. “Sure.”

Viv walked in and stood next to Five, looking down on him. He gazed up at her, his face impassive and unreadable, which was really freaking her out.

“Five, what’s wrong?” she asked, reached out to brush his hair back.

“It’s nothing,” he said flatly.

With a sigh, Viv forced herself between him and the desk and sat on his lap. She didn’t care if he wanted her to or not, she needed him to pay attention to her. He let her settle into him with her legs to the side and her arm around his shoulder. She looked deeply into his eyes.

“Do you still have feelings for that woman?” she asked.

It wasn’t an accusation and if he did, Viv wouldn’t have cared much. It would be natural for anyone to have lingering feelings over an ex. Although, she did think it was odd she had never heard of Gina before. Especially if she was special to Five. All she ever heard about was his long streak of unhealthy sexual encounters. Until she came along.

“No, of course not,” Five spat out. “I barely even recognized her. And like I said, we went on two dates.”

“Well, sometimes that’s enough to develop feelings.”

Five rolled his eyes. “Jesus, Viv. What are you trying to do? Play armchair therapist? I’m fine. Christ.”

Viv was used to his sharp edges that would resurface when he was stressed. He usually kept them in check around her, but his natural tendencies to get angry as a defense mechanism reared up once in a while.

She tried again. “Klaus said there was some kind of story…”

Five tensed. “Klaus is an idiot that has never met a hallucinogenic he didn’t like. Not exactly the most reliable narrator.”

Viv frowned. “Five, you can’t deny something is bothering you.”

“Yeah, something is bothering me. The fact that I can’t go five minutes in this house without you being up my ass about ‘feelings’ and shit.” Viv blanched, but he was unfazed. “You know, not everything is a puzzle for you to solve. Am I not allowed to be in a bad fucking mood just for the hell of it?”

“Well, yeah but—”

“Fuck! Just get off my back, ok?” he barked, turning his head away so she couldn’t look him in the eyes any longer.

Viv had no response to that, so she slid off his lap, defeated. Normally she was a fighter. She had no problem spitting Five’s venom right back at him with equal force, and he knew that. So, when she didn’t have a reply to his outburst, Five didn’t know what to do.

She gave a tiny, sad smile and nodded. Then she turned around without another word, closing the door behind her.

Five spent the next few hours alone. When he finally emerged, the house was dark and Viv had gone to bed. He felt like shit in more ways than one.

Getting into bed next to her, he didn’t pull her into him like he usually did. But he could tell by her breathing that she wasn’t asleep yet. Five laid on his back, staring up at the patterns of flickering moon light on the ceiling.

“I’m sorry,” he confessed softly into the darkness.

Vivian turned on her side, facing him. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

Five hesitated. “No,” he answered honestly.

“Five, you’re really freaking me out here. You have me thinking all kinds of things and I just don’t know… if you just tell me—”

He turned his head to look at her. “I’m sorry, Vivie. I really am.”

“But you’re not going to tell me.”

Five reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She inched in a little closer to him. “I love you, angel. I’m sorry I made you worry.”

“I love you, too, Five, but… you’ve got to give me something. Even if it’s not all of it. Please.”

Five swallowed hard. “Look, I don’t have feelings for her, that I can promise you. But she kind of fucked me up a little in a way I don’t really want to get into right now.” He caressed the side of her face. “Is that enough?”

Viv thought for a second and then she nodded. “For now, I guess so.”

“Thank you, darling,” he said with a sigh before leaning in and kissing her.

She kissed him back, eventually twining her fingers into his hair. Viv still wasn’t sure what was going on, but she knew if she didn’t back off, Five would only build the wall up higher. The best she could do would be to chip away at it, slowly.

Sex was always their mechanism for repair; for reforming their bond and healing wounds. Whether it was stress or an argument or just a feeling of lost connection, fucking was their way of bringing things back to how they should be. It was a solidifier of their love and devotion, no matter what was going on in their domestic lives.

That night was no different, but Viv could sense something was still off. Five wasn’t himself. He was distant and mechanical. His normal fire was gone. Like he was going through the motions just to appease her and get her to stop asking questions. It still felt physically good, but it didn’t ease her mind.

Five fell asleep shortly afterwards and she laid in the dark, staring at his face like there was some answer written there that she just wasn’t seeing. After a while, she gave up and drifted off into her own uneasy sleep.

The next few days were the same. Five didn’t lash out at her anymore, but he also wasn’t his usual self. Vivian stopped prying, hoping he would just come around on his own, but when that didn’t seem like a possibility, she had to resort to a different tactic. One she knew would piss Five off to no end.

She texted Klaus.

Viv: Can you meet me at the coffee shop on 2nd?

Klaus: Depends

Viv: On what?

Klaus: You buying?

Viv: Don’t I always?

Klaus: Good point. I assume this has to do with our familial axe-wielding assassin?

Viv: How did you know?

Klaus: Because that’s the only time you want to meet me for coffee.

Viv: That’s not true!

Klaus: Throw in a muffin and you got a deal.

Viv: Sure. I’ll buy you a stupid muffin.

Klaus: What time?

Viv: 1pm?

Klaus: Let me check my datebook. You’re in luck! I’m free!

Viv: Great. See you then.

Klaus was sort of right in that Viv usually did have some concern about Five she wanted to run past him when she invited her favorite brother-in-law out for coffee. She made a note to herself that she needed to be better about that and hang out with Klaus more just because. Five didn’t always need to be involved. Although, this time, he really did.

As Klaus picked through the blueberries in his muffin, Viv sat on the other side of the small café table and sipped her cappuccino.

Klaus gestured with his hand; a rogue berry pinched between his thumb and forefinger. “So, what’s the story, morning glory?” He popped the berry into his mouth and chewed while he waited.

Viv looked around, as if Five might be planted somewhere in the tiny coffee shop and eavesdropping. She leaned in closer to Klaus.

“You have to tell me what happened with Five and Gina.”

Klaus paused. Then he shook his head. “I don’t know. Didn’t he tell you himself?”

“No, and he’s being really strange. I can’t get any information out of him except that ‘she fucked him up’ whatever that means.”

“Hmmm,” Klaus pondered.

“Plus… “Viv trailed off.

Her hesitancy to finish her sentence piqued Klaus’s interest and he raised his eyebrows. “Plus what?”

She sighed. “Plus, even the sex has been weird. Like he’s just not into it, or he’s holding back, or something. It’s just so unlike him; I don’t get it.”

“Ohhh… so Daddy’s not showing up when he should, huh?”

Viv blushed and took a sip of her drink. “Kind of. But it’s not about the sex. I just want to know what is bothering him, and you know how he is… if I keep asking, he’s going to close up tighter than a nun’s asshole.”

Klaus laughed. “Ok, I can tell you what I know, but it’s not the whole story. He never told me fully, either. And it was years ago and I can barely even remember the name of the guy I woke up next to this morning.”

“That’s fine, whatever you can tell me.”

“Ok, so at the time, Five was living in this real shit hole apartment. Like, we’re talking rats and the whole thing.”

Viv nodded. “Yeah, I know that part.”

“Well, because Mr. High And Mighty is such a coffee snob, he found the one place around him that served decent coffee, and it was a place like this.” He gestured around him.

“Ok…”

“Anyway, he started falling for this barista chick.”

“Gina?”

“Yeah. Crushing real hard.”

Viv was surprised. “Five had a crush? That’s… unexpected.”

“I know, right? But he did. And he was determined to get this girl to like him back.”

“So, he asked her on a date?”

“Sort of. The thing is… this girl was cute, don’t get me wrong, but I met her once and she was boring with a capital B. Total snooze fest.”

“Really? Then why did Five like her?”

Klaus paused. “Well, because she was normal. Nice and cute and normal. Like she walked right out of some catalogue for kitchen appliances or something.”

Viv frowned. “I still don’t get it. Five wouldn’t like someone like that. He hates boring people.”

“Agreed. But at the time, he was going through some shit. Remember, this was before you knocked some sense into him. He was working for the Commission still, he barely talked to us, he was wound up and probably had some major PTSD thanks to some trippy timeline shit… but hey, who didn’t?”

Viv waited for him to continue.

Klaus sighed heavily and leaned back in his chair. “Look, I can’t pretend to know what was going on in that labyrinth of a brain of his, but I can guess. And that is, he just wanted to be normal, too. He would have never admitted it to me or anyone else, but he craved it. The wife, the kids, the picket fence… all that shit you guys have now.”

“And so… he wanted that with Gina?” Viv asked slowly. She hated to admit it, but the thought made her a little queasy.

Klaus shook his head. “I don’t think so. Not really. He just wanted it with someone. And he didn’t think he would ever get that opportunity unless he changed.”

“What do you mean?”

“He suppressed himself. Big time.” Klaus took a bite of his muffin and talked while chewing. “Stuffed all his kinky shit way way down.” He swallowed. “He was ashamed.”

Viv drank some more of her coffee and thought about what she was hearing. “That’s so sad,” she said quietly.

“Well, it’s Fivey, so of course it’s sad. But the truth is, he never really liked her that much. He just wanted HER to like HIM. He wanted to be liked by a,” Klaus made dramatic air quotes, ‘normal’ person. And he thought in order to do that he had to cover up who he really was.”

Viv nodded. “Ok, I can understand that. I mean, it’s insane and of course it’s not true, but I can see that. But I don’t get why this affected him so much? There has to be more to it.”

“That’s where I can only speculate. I don’t know the details, but I do know something went down that she did not care for.”

“Uh oh.”

“Yeah. My guess is mild mannered Bruce Banner let a little too much of the Hulk get out that night.”

Viv fell heavily back into her chair. “Wow. So, this girl did what? Dumped him because he came on too strong?”

“I don’t think she just dumped him. I think she ripped him a new one.”

“Over sex?” Viv asked, surprised. Then she paused. “You don’t think he…”

“No!” Klaus cut in. “No way. Five might have been fucked up in a real big way, but he would never be violent towards women.” Klaus smiled ruefully. “Women he wasn’t hired to kill, that is.”

Viv shuddered. “You’re right, of course he wouldn’t do that. I can’t believe I even thought that.”

“So, there you have it. That’s all I know.”

“Thanks, Klaus. This was really helpful.”

“Hey, you’re not going to tell him I told you all this, are you?”

“No, but I’ve got to bring it up somehow and he’ll probably figure it out.”

Klaus whined and sank down in his chair. “Vivian! He’s going to kill me! And not in a nice, merciful way. He’ll be creative.”

Viv laughed. “I promise I won’t let him kill you, Klaus.”

“You say that, but he once told me he was going to buy us first class tickets to the Yukon Peninsula, roll me up in a fisherman’s net, and set me out to sea on an icefloe.”

“Why first class?” Viv asked through her giggles.

Klaus pouted. “So that the lack of comfort on the icefloe would be more apparent.”

Viv dissolved into hysterics while Klaus folded his arms across his chest. “Just for that, now you have to buy me a slice of cinnamon cake.”

Later that day, Viv found Five at the kitchen table. He was leafing through a book on Italian cuisine.

“Hey,” Viv said, sitting in the chair next to him.

Five looked up. “Hey.”

“Got a minute to talk?” she ventured.

Five closed his eyes with a sigh. But he shut the book and turned his attention to her. “Sure. What’s up?”

She placed her hand on top of his. “I want to talk about what happened with Gina.”

Five groaned and pulled his hand back. “Fuck, Vivie! This again? There’s nothing to tell!”

“That’s not true. You said so yourself.”

Five’s teeth ground together and Viv saw the tell-tale sign of his body tensing and the very faint outline of shimmering blue.

“Don’t you dare blink away from me!” she warned him. “You are going to sit here and talk to me.”

Caught in the act, he powered down and stood up. Viv thought he was going to storm out the old fashioned way, but instead he crossed the kitchen to the liquor cabinet. She watched him pour a tumbler full of bourbon and take a healthy sip of it before offering her one.

“Sure,” she said.

Five came back to the table and set her glass in front of her. He sank back into his chair with a resigned sigh. He took another drink.

“I’m going to just jump to the logical conclusion and assume you talked to Klaus?”

Viv cringed. “Yes, but please don’t be mad at him. I bribed him with baked goods and extracted the information from him. It’s not his fault.”

Five rolled his eyes. “Fine, let’s get this over with.”

“Ok,” Viv said hesitantly. “So, I know you liked Gina and you wanted her to like you.”

“Yeah, that’s usually how that goes,” Five snarked.

Viv did her best not to say something sarcastic in return. “So, what happened? Klaus said maybe you were trying to suppress some things?”

Five grumbled into his bourbon. “Christ.” He took another healthy gulp and then looked at Viv. “Yeah, ok. So, I wasn’t really myself with her. Not like…” Viv waited. “Not like when you and I met.”

She nodded. “You weren’t trying to be the aggressor in bed?”

“God, I really don’t want to talk about this with you,” he protested, running an aggravated hand through his hair.

“Five, please.”

“Fuck… you’re like a dog with a bone,” he murmured. “Ok, here it is. You’ve been warned.” Five stood up, too agitated to sit anymore. He slugged down the rest of the bourbon and went to get another pour. He talked to Viv with his back turned to her.

“Yes, I was trying to suppress some things. Things I didn’t want her to know about me. About… my weird bedroom shit. And it worked the first night and things went well until the next night.”

Five turned around, another full glass in his hand. “The next night, I guess I let my inner demons out just a little too much and she got scared.”

“What did you do?” Viv asked warily.

Five smiled bitterly and gestured with his glass. “Oh, you know. The usual things. Ordered her on her knees, told her to suck my dick. Said I was going to ruin her. Stuff like that.”

Viv felt a wave of jealousy pass through her and it must have been obvious because Five set his glass down and his expression softened. “I’m sorry, Vivie. I shouldn’t have told you that.”

Viv held up a hand. “No, it’s ok. I wanted to know. It’s just hard to hear, you know?”

Five nodded. He did know. If Vivian ever told him in detail what she did with another man before they were together, he would probably have a complete mental breakdown. After he hunted the guy down and slaughtered him in cold blood, of course.

She took a deep breath. “So, then what? She got pissed?”

Five snorted. “That’s an understatement.”

“What happened?”

“Well, let’s see. She accused me of luring her in with a nice guy routine, told me I treated her like a whore, called me a freak, and then threw a few mugs and a frying pan at my head until I left.”

Viv gasped. “Five! That’s awful!”

He shrugged, taking another drink. “She thought I was going to hit her or rape her or something, which obviously I would never do. But, yeah. I probably had it coming.”

Viv got up and went to where he was standing. “Of course you didn’t deserve that! Is that what you have been thinking this whole time?”

He shook his head dismissively. “It doesn’t matter. It was so long ago.” He gave another sarcastic laugh. “Her loss, right?”

“Baby, look at me,” she said sternly. Five relented and looked her in the eyes. “You are not a freak. You are not a pervert. And you certainly aren’t some violent sex criminal.”

He smiled placatingly. “Ok, darling.”

“No, I mean it. Listen to me, Five.” She took his face gently with both of her hands and held them there. “You are my husband. You are the love of my life. You are a god damn time traveling genius! That’s who you are. Not whatever one uptight bitch told you.”

Five swallowed hard. The booze had kicked in and he was finally buzzed enough to let his guard down a little.

“But I did trick her, that’s the thing. I tried to keep all of that down. Tried to be the nice guy. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t be normal. Not even for two fucking nights.”

“Why do you think you’re not normal? Because you like to have rough sex? Because you have a couple of kinks? You like to be dominant?”

“Vivie, you have to understand. I was really messed up back then. I didn’t think I was capable of a real relationship with anyone. That was the first time I even entertained the idea that maybe I could be. And then when all of that happened, it reinforced the fact that I just wasn’t built that way.”

Viv ran her hands over his shoulders and down his arms. “But, Five, look at you now. You are built that way.”

He stroked her hair softly and smiled. “Because of you.”

“Because we were right for each other. You didn’t have to hide anything from me.”

He raised an eyebrow. “I hid everything from you.”

Viv grinned. “Ok, sure, that’s true. But I’m talking about sex. You let me know right away who you were and what you wanted. And that’s a good thing.”

Five became serious again. “After I saw her the other day at the bank… all I could see was her hurling shit at me and telling me what a freak I was. All of those bad feelings came flooding back again. And then I thought… I wonder how many other women are out there remembering me in the same way?”

“Probably zero.”

He shook his head. “When I think about how I acted sometimes... sleeping with these women, being rough with them, sometimes blinking away with no goodbye… god, I was such an asshole.”

“Is that why you haven’t been yourself these past couple days? Because you feel guilty?”

“I don’t fucking know,” he sighed before turning around to fill up his glass again. “Guilt, regret, shame… whatever. It doesn’t matter anymore.”

Viv waited a few seconds, but when Five didn’t turn around, she looped her arms around his waist.

“You’re right, it doesn’t matter anymore. Because you’re mine, Five. I love you for everything that you are.” She laughed and pressed her cheek against his back. “Especially your freaky side.”

“I think you’re even freakier than me,” Five chuckled.

Viv slid her hands up to his neck, lacing her fingers into his hair, tugging on it just a little. “I think you’re right.”

Five turned around, a slanted smile playing on his lips as he leaned his back against the countertop and Viv pressed herself against him.

“I gotta tell you… that first night, when you were all confident and cocky, ordering me on my hands and knees, and fucking me until I thought I was going to break…” Viv took a stuttering breath in. “I had never been so turned on in my entire life.” She ran her hands over his chest and down his abdomen, clutching onto the waistband of his pants.

“Yeah?” Five asked slyly.

Viv nodded. “If you had tried to be someone else, or what you call ‘normal’… I wouldn’t have fallen in love with you right then and there.” She smiled at the memory. “You made me yours right from the start, Five, and I would have done anything for you.” She let her hands travel further south, over his hips and thighs and back up to his waist again. “I still would.”

Five felt that familiar, feral itch creeping in again. It trickled down his spine in a low-voltage surge of lust and depravity. It flowed through his veins, hot and insistent, refusing to be ignored, until his breath caught in his throat and his dick came alive with an uncontrollable vengeance. His dark green eyes flashed as they swept over her face, lingering on those lips that he knew were only for him.

Neither of them said anything, but Viv began to unbuckle his belt while he kept his eyes on her. When she slowly pulled it out from his pants, she held it up to him with two hands, like an offering. He took the belt from her, folding it in half and snapping it sharply with a loud crack. One corner of his mouth twitched up.

“If you want me to hold back, tell me now, my love,” he warned darkly. He dragged the flat of the leather down her arm, making her shiver.

Viv met his gaze with no hesitation. “Don’t ever hold back on me.”

Five chuckled darkly. “You are so fucked. You know that, don’t you, angel?”

He didn’t wait for an answer; he didn’t have to. With a hand clasped firmly around her upper arm Five blinked them both to their bedroom. He set the belt on the bed before pulling Viv’s shirt over her head with a hard yank, forcing her arms up. He practically ripped her bra off, throwing it onto the floor. Her pants and underwear were shoved down just as forcefully.

She made no sign of resistance. Her breathing grew harder and louder as she gazed up at him with adoring eyes.

Five went to the closet, pulling out two things. One of his black, silk ties, and a pair of Viv’s black stilettos.

He laid the shoes in front of her with a look that required no words. She stepped quietly into them. Next, Five crossed to the dresser, grabbing a tube of her lipstick. A small smile crept over Viv’s face when he handed it to her. She knew what he wanted and she applied the bright red shade over her perfectly bowed lips while he watched.

“Turn around,” he ordered when she was done.

She did as she was told, turning around so her back was to him. Viv’s arms were pulled forcibly back. Five held her wrists together with one hand while he picked up the belt again and maneuvered it around each wrist, threading the end through the buckle and pulling it tight. Her wrists were bound at the small of her back and he spun her around again by the shoulders.

He smiled at the sight of her, naked and vulnerable, with her hands trapped behind her back. Five leaned in and kissed her, a hand on her chin. He traced her bottom lip with his tongue, feeling the waxy smoothness of the lipstick before pulling away, leaving her breathless.

Grabbing the tie, he held it up and kissed her cheek lightly, while covering her eyes with the black silk and tying the ends tightly behind her head. Viv drew in a small gasp of air, but she didn’t say a word. Five stood back to admire her.

“God damn it…” he said breathily. “You’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen. And I’m going to absolutely destroy you.”

Five traced his hands down her sides and up again, lingering on her breasts and lightly pinching her nipples with his fingers. Viv was completely helpless. She couldn’t move much without risking losing her balance and she couldn’t anticipate any of his moves with the blindfold on. She was at his mercy. And when he kissed her, hard and rough with a hand securely behind her neck, pressing his body against hers, she moaned out loud.

Five’s hand slipped between her legs while he kissed the side of her neck. With a low groan, he slid them back and forth, spreading her wetness up to her already-swollen clit. Her hips bucked forward and her head tipped back.

He withdrew his hand again and Viv was left desperate for more. He was no longer touching her and she couldn’t see what he was doing. There was the sound of his pants being unzipped and the rustle of clothes. Then she felt his strong hand on her shoulder.

“Be a good girl for Daddy. On your knees.”

Then she was being forced down; her knees bending until she was on the floor in front of him. He held her in place by her shoulder so she didn’t lose her balance. She raised her face upwards and Five grabbed a fistful of hair, tugging her head back even more.

“Open your mouth,” he told her.

Viv obeyed, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue as Five grasped his hard shaft in his other hand and guided it towards her. He tapped the head on her tongue and she gave it a quick lick.

“Shit,” he gritted out between his teeth. “That’s my girl. Go ahead, darling.”

When her mouth closed around his cock, and he pushed her face towards him, he let out a long hiss. Viv made little high-pitched moans while he let her set the pace. He held onto the back of her head while she worked her magic, sliding her mouth and tongue over his shaft while he jutted his hips into her.

Five could barely stand watching her, she was so perfect. His beautiful, sweet, loving wife that was on her knees, bound and blindfolded, sucking his dick while he fucked her face, like it was the most natural thing in the world. The red stain of her lipstick covered his cock with each pass and smeared over her mouth in the process and she moaned every time he praised her. It was all of his kinks happening at once and he felt dizzy just from the erotic overload.

She really would do anything for me, he thought.  How the fuck did I get so lucky?

He let his head fall back and he closed his eyes. “Thank you,” he breathed out, his voice shaking.

Whether he was thanking some unnamed sex god that somehow determined he was worthy of this divine intervention, or Vivian who was currently choking and gagging as he rammed his dick into the back of her throat, remained unclear. But he had to thank someone because this was un-fucking-believable.

In an effort to not get so carried away, and to move on to other things, Five let go of Viv’s hair. She remained kneeling in front of him while he backed off, allowing her to catch her breath. She licked at the sides of her mouth and a small string of saliva trailed down her chin. Five wiped it away gently with his thumb.

“You ok?” he asked her.

She nodded, breathing hard. “Yes, I’m fine.”

Five grinned. “Good.” He reached down, taking her upper arm again, helping to guide her up so she was standing again. Her high heels clicked on the floor and Five took another good look at her. He kissed her, making her stumble a little into him. He steadied her with his hands on her hips, then let them wander around to her ass and squeezing it hard. Viv squeaked quietly against his mouth.

When Five pulled away from his kiss, he brushed her hair off of her shoulder and moved his lips to her neck, listening to her small gasp when he gave her a quick bite into the hollow curve of her collarbone.

“You’re being so quiet, my love,” he teased, his hand coming up and lightly encircling her throat. “You’re trying so hard to be good for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she answered, breathing sharply through her nose as Five’s hand tightened slightly.

“I do like that,” Five whispered with a smirk. Then he took his other hand and smacked her ass with enough strength to almost buckle her knees. She cried out. “I like hearing you scream for me, too, though.”

Five dragged one hand down her chest and over her stomach. His other hand continued to wrap around her throat. He watched each flicker of movement on her face, and took in each gasp and quiet whimper she uttered. When his fingers slipped between her legs, he let out a long moan along with her, just from the look of absolute surrender on her face.

“Five,” she moaned, rocking her hips into him.

He worked his fingers through her wetness and over her clit, slowly and deliberately. He wanted to watch her come apart bit by bit.

Five leaned in, drawing his lips over her jaw, neck, and shoulder. He would tighten and then loosen his grip on her throat in the process, listening to the change in her breathing.

“Tell me, angel,” he said darkly. “Do you trust me?”

Viv nodded between mewling cries and breathless sobs. “I trust you.”

Five didn’t need to ask anything more. He bent her over the bed, lowering her down by her arms and making sure she didn’t hurt herself. Her face was turned with her cheek pressed into the mattress. She was even more helpless this way. She couldn’t move, couldn’t see. She moaned again when he spread her legs from behind, nudging them apart with his knees.

He didn’t touch her for a minute; just stood back and took it all in. Viv was gasping for air and trying to get out of her wrist restraints. He liked watching her panic a little bit. She had no idea what he was doing, or even where he was in relation to her. She made a little whining noise of frustration and Five chuckled.

“I know, darling, I know,” he said. “You did say you trusted me, though. Have patience.”

“Five,” she whined again. “Please!”

That made Five laugh darkly. He traced a hand down her spine and over her ass, the sudden sensation of his touch causing her to jolt and then whimper. He lowered himself over her, holding himself up on the bed, while his body followed the curve of her back beneath him. His dick slid between her folds, but he didn’t enter her. He kissed her shoulders and then her cheek.

Viv could feel his lips on her body, and that familiar feral current that pulsed out of him. The weight of his strong body trapped her underneath him. Her arms and shoulders ached, her feet were unsteady in the heels, and her face was smashed into their bed. She only saw darkness beneath the tie that still bore his scent from the last time he wore it. But she would have waited there forever for him.

She was wriggling against her bonds and begging for him, but that was all part of their intricate dance that both of them knew so well. Five wanted her to beg. To plead and cry for him. And Viv did want him. She wanted him so badly it hurt.

“What do you think, sweet girl?” he purred into her hair as he moved the head of his cock through her slit. “Do you want me?”

“Yes!” she whined.

“Then tell me,” he demanded. “I need to hear it.”

Viv couldn’t see his face, but she could hear the slight break in his façade. This wasn’t just an act of dominance. This was a plea for validation. A reassurance that she wanted him this way; the only way he knew how to be.

“Please, Five,” she begged. “I need you to fuck me.”

He groaned and nuzzled his nose against her jaw. “I love that,” he confessed quietly. “Come on, baby… give me more.”

“Fuck me hard, Five. I want you inside me. Please… you’re all I need.”

“Fuuuck,” he breathed out in resignation, unable to resist any longer.

When he entered her, carefully but all in one push, he rested a hand on her back. The other grasped her wrists and he pulled back with a sharp tug, hoisting her body off the bed before he let her go again and she sank back down.

The long, guttural groans that left his body while he pumped into her mixed with the sharp slap of his hips against her ass. Viv let out a choked sob, biting at her lower lip, while trying to push her ass back towards him.

“Deeper,” she moaned. He pulled her arms back again and he rammed into her. “Deeper, Five!,” she cried out, almost as a hysterical scream. “I need it!”

Five had known, even at the beginning of all of this, that he wasn’t going to be able to keep her bound up. At some point he was going to break and he was going to want to feel her hands on him and gaze into her eyes while he made her come.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, before pulling all of the way out.

He hastily undid the belt around her wrists before helping her stand upright again. He untied the blindfold and threw it on the floor before turning her around. She blinked into the dim light of the bedroom and rubbed at her wrists.

“One of these days I’m not going to untie you,” he warned with a small grin. “But today isn’t that day.”

Five flipped her back onto the bed by grasping her under her thighs and throwing her onto her back. He immediately climbed over her and smoothed the tangled hair from her face. She smiled up at him.

“Give it to me, Daddy.”

He drove himself deep inside of her, raising one of her legs up and setting her ankle on his shoulder, her black stiletto brushing his cheek. He kissed her ankle before shoving himself inside of her again. Over and over, he thrust deeply and fully into her while her mouth fell open and she choked on her screams.

Five kissed her, hard and passionately, smearing what was left of her lipstick so that equal parts were on his face as well as hers. He rested his forehead against hers and closed his eyes. The rhythm of his fucking rocked the bed until the headboard began banging against the wall, keeping time with his ragged breath.

“Vivie,” he exhaled before opening his eyes and looking into hers. “Tell me. Please.”

He didn’t have to say what he wanted. She already knew.

“I love you, Number Five,” she told him softly and earnestly, even as her nails raked down his back, leaving red tracks that would stay for days. “I am yours and only yours. Forever.”

“Oh god… baby, I love you… “he moaned out.

With one more vicious slam of his cock inside her, Five came hard and fast, filling her up while he clung to her body. Viv followed a second later, digging her nails even harder into his shoulder blades and screaming his name.

After a few moments, when Five regained use of his brain again, he lowered her leg from his shoulder, and settled in next to her. He pulled her body flush with his so they were facing one another and he kissed her lovingly. Viv rested her hand on his cheek and smiled.

“That’s the man I fell in love with. The one that doesn’t hold anything back.”

“How do you always know what to say or do to make me start thinking clearly again?” he asked, sweeping her hair off her neck.

“You mean besides blowing you on demand?” she teased.

“Yes, besides that,” he answered with a smile. “Although, that certainly helps.”

Viv kissed him again. “Because it’s like I said. I would do anything for you. And part of that is reminding you who you are.” She rubbed her thumb at a smudge of lipstick at the corner of his mouth.

“And who am I?” he asked sincerely.

“You’re sexy and brilliant and strong and scary. You’re a million things, but most importantly, you are mine.”

Five thought for a second and he grinned before holding her closer. “Thank you for the reminder. I promise I won’t forget again.”

She threw her leg over his hip and laughed. “Good. Because I can’t keep running to Klaus every time I need some advice.”

Five frowned. “Please don’t bring up my idiot brother when you’re rubbing your naked body against me. I’m afraid some weird association is going to develop.”

Viv rubbed herself harder onto him. “You mean like you if hear Klaus’s name and then you get a boner?” She grabbed his ass roughly and thrust herself into him. “Klaus Klaus Klaus.”

“Vivie…” Five groaned exasperatedly. “Why? Why must you ruin this good time?”

She started giggling uncontrollably. “Are you going to send me off to sea on an icefloe?”

Five grinned before dragging her on top of him and grabbing the back of her head to pull her face down. He kissed her hard before drawing back and staring fiercely into her eyes.

“The idea is tempting, I won’t lie.”

Viv straddled him and pushed herself down, making him grunt. “You’d miss me too much.”

Five smirked. “I’d probably get over it after a while.”

Viv pretended to be shocked and she whacked him on the chest. “Liar!”

Five kissed her again, slipping his tongue inside and lifting his hips up. “You’re right. No one else could get me this hard again this fast.”

With a smile, Viv combed his hair back with her fingers and kissed him, already hungry for more. “That’s because we match each other’s freaks, as the kids say.”

Five grabbed her hips. “Is that another way of saying there’s a lid for every pot?”

“Something like that. Just a kinkier version.”

As he tipped his head back to let his wife kiss down his neck and under his jaw, Five let out a long, relieved sigh. He probably should have had a witty, sarcastic response to that, but he found he was too wrapped up in the feeling of her lips on his skin, and her hair falling around his face to come up with anything good. Instead, he just let her do her thing, all while thanking the universe for letting him find the perfect fitting lid for his worn-out, scratched and dented, imperfect pot.

[seraphine-ann]

To Be Loved ❝ ch.03 ❞

ᯓ★synopsis here.

pairing: Congressman Bucky Barnes x Fem!OC

summary: Flashback to the day little Livie Barnes was born.

warnings: i guess them reminiscing of their pasts as former assassins (?).

words: 3.8k

author's note: last night and this morning i got the writing zoomies and i was finally able to finish up this chapter. originally it was supposed to be longer and to have one more scene but i've decided to use that scene probably for next chapter. with that said i also want to say that this probably might be the last chapter for a while. i'd like to focus on a few other ideas i have in mind, but i might surprise you with an update of this one every now and then if y'all are really into it. Anyway, enjoy the chapter!

Previous Chapter

5 Years Ago.

Washington, DC.

Bucky hid his flesh hand in his pocket, sighing as the warmth of his formal deep blue trousers kept his fingers from freezing. The hospital hallways were supposed to be as warm as they could to make up for the winter breeze of December haunting the city, yet he still felt the low temperatures down to his spine and bones, making him shiver and exhale deeply now and then.

He got Kiara’s call when he was in the middle of a fundraising event held near the Capitol—the main reason they were in the capital city in the first place. She was fine the entire day, her complaints were nothing outside of the usual at her stage of pregnancy, yet it didn’t surprise him when she called, breathing in between shivers.

It was not the first time Congressman Barnes sneaked out of an event, yet this time he didn’t go out in his usual stealthy way that usually left everyone wondering where he was. Instead, Bucky was followed by insufferable reporters when they saw him sprinting to his car after leaving another member of the press mid-interview after answering his phone.

He didn’t give a flying fuck about how his actions might’ve made him look at that moment. His wife had started labor, their daughter was going to be born any minute, and he was at least 15 minutes away from the hotel where they were staying.

By the time he got to her, Kiara was already at the door outside of their room, the bag he prepared for her and the baby before coming to D.C. clung to her left shoulder and her right hand supported the massive 9-month-belly like it was going to fall from her.

Bucky watched silently as the exaggerated number of flower arrangements sent by Sam were carefully delivered to the hospital room, a soft smile gracing his face momentarily because either way, he knew his wife would love the thoughtful detail, perfect to congratulate her for such a blissful event.

He met the delivery guy outside the room, handing him thirty bucks while thanking him with a polite smile and a nod before he and his partner started walking towards the elevator at the end of the hallway.

The man took a deep breath as he entered the quiet space. Kiara was laying down in the bed, ruby-haired braids pulled up in a high bun, face without a trace of makeup whatsoever, allowing him to appreciate the dark freckles scattered through her cheekbones and over her nose bridge.

Bucky pressed his lips forming a thin line as he approached the bed, his right hand going immediately towards her face, caressing the warm cheeks and softly holding her chin between his fingers for just a second, deep blue eyes fixated on every single expression her face made in that small moment. The way Kiara frowned as she let out a soft exhale through her nose was enough to make him smile.

She looked adorable.

The moment the loud cry of their daughter got to their ears, both of them let out tears of joy. Bucky filled his wife’s head with kisses as the doctor quickly, yet carefully, placed the newborn baby girl in her arms.

Kiara sobbed while letting her head hit the pillow, holding little Olivia close to her chest, afraid of breaking such a delicate creature, unable to believe that it had finally happened. Bucky whispered praises and compliments to her ear as his trembling fleshed hand hovered over their daughter’s head, salty tears blurring his vision, heavy breathing as he tried to convince himself that everything was real.

After the nurses returned with Olivia freshly cleaned up and wrapped warm around her costume blanket with her nickname stitched, Kiara was finally left to nurse her for the first time. Her emerald eyes were fixated on that rounded little face, shaky fingers caressing the soft and mushy cheeks, and the tears in her eyes would make their presence known once again.

Bucky, on the other hand, made it his duty to speak with the nurses about his daughter’s condition. He wanted to—he needed to know if everything was okay with her, if the serum running through his veins had any effect on her, positive or negative. He wasn’t going to be completely at ease until the doctor confirmed to him that he hadn’t caused any damage to his baby girl.

Bucky sighed heavily as his eyes now traveled to the bassinet next to the bed. Another small smile graced his lips when his gaze came across his daughter’s peaceful expression. She breastfed a few minutes ago, so her belly must be full and content.

He rounded the bed and got close to the bassinet, the metal arm hid behind his back while his right hand left a soft caress over the blanket wrapping her.

He didn’t even notice the moment he sat down at the edge of the bed, unconsciously being careful enough not to disrupt Kiara’s sleep. It was hard for him to accept it, to believe that the precious tiny being in front of his eyes was a part of him, a piece of his heart.

Bucky never thought it would be possible for this to ever happen, not for him.

Even while Kiara was pregnant, he used to wake up in the middle of the night—mainly because of nightmares relieving his past or his time in war, feeling like he had lost everything over and over again, just for his eyes to open up and be met with the sight of Kiara laying next to him, peacefully sleeping in her pajamas that often left her growing belly uncovered.

He was so proud of his wife for holding on these last few months, for carrying the pregnancy so outstandingly, and for letting him help her with everything she needed.

The feeling of a hand vaguely trying to reach for his waist brought him back to reality, and the ocean in his eyes met with the emeralds in hers. Bucky warmly smiled, getting closer so he could leave a gentle kiss on her forehead, his hands cupping her face as he kissed her lips slowly, a tender touch that got interrupted by a soft chuckle coming from her.

“I missed you, too.” Kiara whispered while she held his forearms, plump lips leaving a brief kiss on the side of his fleshed hand.

Bucky shyly smiled, kissing her cheek one last time before pulling away, hearing her sigh while the warmth that wrapped around them faded slowly once he straightened up.

“How do you feel?” His voice softened, and he held her hand with an IV between his. Kiara sighed.

“I’m great. The painkillers worked wonders, so that’s something.” She chuckled a little before frowning and then letting out another deep exhale. Her eyes went to the bassinet next to her, immediately getting a smile out of her. “Did they tell you anything yet?”

She asked without taking her eyes off of her baby, yet her hands now switched to being the ones holding Bucky’s, feeling him tense up a little bit with the question.

Bucky took a deep breath, but right before he was about to answer, there were knocks on the door followed by the calm presence of the doctor who delivered their daughter just a few hours ago. She smiled at both of them while giving a quick look at the sleeping baby and then redirecting her attention back to them.

“How are you feeling, mama? Did the painkillers work?” She asked, addressing the most important matter first. Kiara sat up slowly on the bed with prompt help from Bucky, who now stood to face Dr. Whitt.

“Oh, yes, absolutely. I was just telling my husband so.” Kiara gave the woman a weak smile as her head nodded multiple times.

“That’s great news! Please do not hesitate to speak to the nurse if you need anything else, alright?” Kiara nodded again, lips pressing into a thin line as she grew impatient to know what she had to say about her baby.

Dr. Whitt looked through her iPad for a moment, as if she needed to confirm something before finally speaking. Bucky held his breath, hand holding Kiara’s over her shoulder as they waited for the woman to start talking.

“Well, as per Mr. Barnes’ request, we’ve run some tests to confirm your daughter’s health status,” she started, iPad turned off and held to her chest. Bucky gulped while Kiara pressed his hand. The doctor continued, a soft smile gracing her lips. “Olivia’s results showed that she’s completely healthy, just as we predicted. Regarding traces of super serum, we speculate she could have some of it in her system. Upon observation, we concluded that any effect it might have on her immune system would mostly be positive.”

The way Bucky let out a deep exhale made both women chuckle. He almost fell to his knees, but held it together, eyes closing, lips kissing Kiara’s temple, and mind thanking God for all the good news.

“And-,” the man bit his lower lip for a second before letting out a shaky breath, his arms wrapped around his wife’s shoulders, and his chin slightly pressed on her head. He turned his gaze to the doctor. “What did the serum do to her? How did it enhance her?”

He had to ask. He needed to know.

Dr. Whitt pressed her lips, her brown eyes looking over to the bassinet once more as she approached it. Bucky tried to figure out the puzzle that was her face, and for a brief moment, he started to overthink. Kiara noticed, and she caressed him, the cold metal arm tingling below the pillows of her fingers.

She knew how important this was for him. From the moment she showed him the positive pregnancy test, the first thing that came to Bucky's mind was concern, the uncertainty of how decades of him getting experimented on by Hydra were going to affect that baby. He was scared, anxious, always thinking of the possibility that the serum and other unknown substances running through his veins might play a part in ruining everything.

It got especially bad for him at the start of the second trimester of his wife’s pregnancy, to the point where he willingly decided to go back to therapy. Kiara often accompanied him, and she would always caress the back of his hand, encouraging him to speak up whenever he felt he couldn’t. She was there so he could let things out freely, because she knew it was still hard for him to trust people, much less when it was something so personal to him.

And it felt like a constant battle with himself. Bucky needed to know how the serum would affect their children, but that would also imply countless labs, doctors, and God-knows how many tests. Bucky didn't need that happening to his baby; he didn't want a bunch of doctors in his house putting cables and needles on his child or whatever-the-fuck methods they used nowadays. He didn't need to be trapped in a hospital either; it made him distressed, and if he was always in fight or flight mode, that would only cause him to implode from within.

“I can't speak much about the topic myself, since it is not my area of expertise,” Dr. Whitt started talking, clearing her throat and rapidly bursting the invisible bubble of rushing thoughts above the man's head, “but we had our most experienced doctor review your daughter’s results.”

“Whatever it is,” Kiara suddenly interrupted her, taking a deep breath herself and holding tighter onto Bucky's arm, “this cannot pass from this moment on. Neither the hospital nor the people working with you can even attempt to do things with our daughter’s blood samples, or I swear to God...”

The woman nodded, taking a deep breath while taking a step back from the bassinet, hands crossed in front of her. She knew both of their histories, and to be completely honest, she was glad that she finally got to see Kiara bark those words at her; it let her know she was alert, and that was a good thing.

“I completely understand, Mrs. Barnes.” She sighed, taking a black stool from one of the corners of the room. She took a seat next to the bed, the iPad lying over her lap. “You chose our team for a reason. We promised you before, and we will keep promising you now and as many times as needed. Nothing will happen to your daughter’s samples without your authorization.”

Bucky never took his eyes off her while she was saying those words. She seemed honest from the start of the home visits till this moment. He couldn't say he trusted her because, ultimately, he was unable to trust in doctors of any kind, but he had a little faith in this one, due to Sam being the one who recommended her, so he had to try.

When Kiara finally let her guard down a little bit, Dr. Whitt looked at both of them as if she was asking for reassurance to continue speaking. Bucky gave her a simple nod, now crossing his arms and giving his wife room to breathe and compose herself from the sudden burst of emotions.

“The serum didn't particularly enhance Olivia's system.” She started with a deep breath, eyes focused on Bucky. “From what we know, she doesn't have any type of super strength or anything of that sort, but we are not sure yet since she is just a newborn, there is no way for us to know that, nor for you.” Bucky nodded. It made sense. “However, we do know that she did inherit the ability of healing things faster than the… average baby,” she tilted her head, scratched her neck, it was odd to explain things, but she was trying her best. “Which also means that her system absorbs medicine ten times faster, and if she's in any sort of pain, painkillers won't do much for her.”

Kiara tensed up when she heard those last sentences, eyes going immediately to the bassinet. Silently, she signaled Bucky to hand the baby over to her, and so he did, carefully placing his hands over her and cuddling her in his arms as he held his breath, scared of anything and everything. She was so fragile, so little, so calm and peaceful. Bucky finally exhaled when Olivia was gently placed on her mother's arms, and Kiara quickly went to kiss her rosy cheeks, snuggling her and taking a deep breath.

“If that's the case, then it'd also be rare for her to get sick.” Bucky whispered, more of a statement than anything else. Dr. Whitt nodded, agreeing with him.

“You're correct. But it could be hard, not impossible. She can still get sick like any other person, and if she does, like I said, the medicine and any sort of painkillers will-.”

“I heard what you said.” Kiara breathed out, eyes closed, and cheek softly pressed to her baby's head.

Bucky sighed, now placing a hand on her back and leaving slow caresses all over the soft skin. It was starting to get overwhelming for her; he could feel it with the way her muscles tensed up and her voice sounded almost like a low cry. He looked at the woman in front of them, urging her to finish things up. If he needed more in-depth information, which he certainly will, he would just call her. He didn't want Kiara stressing about this, he could worry enough for both of them.

Dr. Whitt cleared her throat once again, taking another deep breath.

“To finish this off, your daughter is in perfect condition, and the serum did wonders for her so far, so she will be able to go home without any problems.” She gave them a shy smile. Kiara wasn't looking at her anymore, but Bucky's expression finally relaxed. “I do recommend keeping an eye out for any signs of enhancement in her, Mr. Barnes,” Bucky nodded, eyebrows a little frowned. “You're the most qualified person here to notice those things. Now, I'm not telling you to inform us about it, it's your right to keep this information to yourself and act based on your understanding, but…” She stood up, iPad against her chest. “Please, do not hesitate to contact us if you feel something is off.”

Bucky pressed his lips as he began nodding slightly with his head, not fully convinced, but agreeing anyway.

“Thank you, ma’am.” He finally said, extending his hand towards her, which she shook right away,  putting an end to the conversation. 

“No worries, I am more than happy to ease any concern that may come to your mind.” She looked at the iPad once again, and another smile graced her lips. “And to conclude this with another set of great news, you are being discharged tonight. The nurse will come in later to check a few things, and if you don't mind, Mr. Barnes, we will need you to fill out some paperwork. After that, you'll be good to go home with little Olivia.”

Kiara closed her eyes before letting go of a long exhale, thanking the other woman in a low whisper, finally looking at her one last time before the woman left the room shortly after.

Bucky sat down on the edge of the bed once again, this time facing his wife. His eyes traveled between her and their daughter, and he sighed again, the left corner of his mouth lifted a little in a soft smirk. It was a lot of information to process, but he felt more relaxed now knowing that his baby girl was completely healthy.

Kiara was quiet; not a word came out of her mouth after Dr. Whitt left. Her arms cradled Olivia, her nose nuzzled over the chocolate curls on her tiny head when she took away the beanie covering it, and her lips left gentle pecks all over the little face. Bucky observed the scene with hearts in his eyes; he could stare at them for hours, admire them, and never get tired of the view. Yet he knew something was up in that head of hers; he could see it in her eyes—confusion, disbelief, and even fear.

“What's wrong?” His tone was gentle, soft, and low, and his warm hand went immediately to her cheek when he noticed a single tear running down her face, his thumb rapidly erasing it. His heart ached.

Kiara let out a shaky breath while she plopped her head on the pillow, tongue hydrating her lips as she kept her eyes locked on the ceiling, trying her hardest to stop more tears from wetting her cheeks, yet feeling them burning her eyes and blurring her sight.

“It’s nothing...” She spoke with chuckles that slowly turned into small sobs. Bucky listened carefully, quickly going to cuddle next to her, his arm placed behind her shoulders to keep her close to his chest.

“You know you can’t lie to me, sweetheart.”

Kiara smiled weakly, breathing deeply and letting her head now rest on his shoulder. He was right, she couldn’t fake anything in front of him, even before she knew something was wrong with her, Bucky was already aware of it. He was the only person in the world who could read her so easily.

She exhaled deeply through her nose, her eyes wandered around her daughter’s face while she tried to put together the rumble of thoughts in her head into coherent full sentences. Bucky was patient; he always was when it came to her. He didn’t mind giving her all the time she needed; it was not the first time having this conversation.

He already knew what was wrong.

“My entire life, I was told I wasn’t deserving of a family of my own.” She tried her best not to let her voice break right there; she breathed in and out, but the tears came running down her face without her even noticing. “I-I never thought I would be able to… do this,” her eyes fixated on her daughter, and a trembling sob betrayed her, “to have this.”

Bucky closed his eyes once he started feeling that burning sensation, tears starting to fill up his orbs as well. He pressed a kiss on her temple, his nose nuzzling over her skin.

He knew how hard it was for her to speak about her time in the Red Room—the reason why she never actually did. But he didn’t need to hear it from her to know the awful things she went through as a child.

Both of them stayed silent for a moment when Olivia started moving in Kiara’s arms. She smiled, gently rocking her while apologizing in whispers if she was the cause of her discontent. It was almost time to feed her again, so she might wake up soon, and that urged her to bring an end to the conversation she had already started.

Once Olivia successfully stayed calm again, Kiara sighed deeply. She continued talking.

“The night I escaped was supposed to be my graduation ceremony.” Bucky already knew that, but he just let her have her moment, let out everything that was troubling her mind. “I was always smarter than all of them, the most elite black widow out of my group.” Her breathing became heavy, shaky, and she gripped her teeth, closed her eyes, trying to compose herself. “I made them believe I was going to the ceremony willingly. I had their trust, I made them proud.” She let out a dry chuckle, shaking her head. “And right before their eyes, I vanished.”

Her voice became soft again once she heard the small grunts that came out of her daughter. A little smile graced her face when she saw the tiny fingers creeping out of the blanket that wrapped her around, her mouth opening wide in a big yawn. Bucky smiled as well, noticing Olivia starting to wake up in the most peaceful way he’s ever seen.

“They were going to take this away from me.” She whispered as her fingers caressed the soft cheek of her baby before going to kiss her forehead. “No…, I would’ve never let them do that.”

Bucky watched her in silence. There wasn’t much he was able to say to her more than what they’d already talked about before. And it was fine, Kiara wasn’t asking him to say something either. They knew each other too well to know that silence was okay in this context, that listening and supporting each other through loving and comforting touches was more than enough.

Now, nothing else mattered more than to enjoy the tiny ray of sunshine they’ve brought to the world.

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A03 here

[daddy-issues-galore]

Just read your latest story 👏 can I request a story based on the reader being a ex of Noel having a bf and a argument starts to go wrong so she calls Noel for help and they start to reminiscing about the past by going through photo albums. ( I would like it based on Noel and Meg like my taking the baby out request) sorry to be fussy oc it's up to u. Can't wait for my requests

‘92 Noel Gallagher x f!reader

Warnings: 18+ readers, brief mention of domestic abuse, domestic violence, mentions of blood, break-ups, cheating, manipulation, misunderstanding, swearing, happy ending for Noel and reader

Memory Lane

(Photos don't belong to me)

A year and a half. 18 months.  548 days, give or take. That’s how long it had been since Noel had returned home and the two of you finally got together.

9 and half months. That’s how long it had been since Noel dumped you. Out of the blue. No reason other than a shrug of his shoulders and ‘things have change, ant they’.

Bastard.

Things changed, not only between you and Noel, but you and the lads. And not because they picked his side, but because you distanced yourself from them. You no longer followed them around with your camera or had dinner at Peggy’s. You kept yourself locked away, ignoring their phone calls, you ignored Liam showing up at your flat, banging fists against the front door and shouting through your letterbox. You were practically a shell of your former self.

It took 3 months of crying, avoiding everything and everyone before your friends decided enough was enough. They forced you out of your bedroom and down to the pub. You tried to argue it wasn’t what you needed but you couldn’t. You needed it, you needed the laughter and gossip. You needed the drama of your friends to make you see that things could be worse.

The weeks began to get easier, and you began to go out more with your friends. Then one of your friends had said, sometimes you just need to get under someone to get over someone. So, you started dating again. That was a mistake. You should have just become a bloody nun.

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You went on a couple of dates here and a couple of dates there but none of them amounted to anything. None until you met Nick. You thought things were going well between you, or so you thought.

Tears streamed down your face as you sat on the kitchen floor against the wall, clutching the telephone as it dialled. It might have been almost ten months since Noel had dumped you, but right now you didn’t care. You wanted him. You needed him. Your face was throbbing from where your ‘boyfriend’ had struck you after an argument.

“Hello?”

Your breath caught in your throat. Shit. “Uh, hi, Peggy…”

“Oh, my sweet girl. How are you?” Peggy said cheerily into the phone making a lump form in your throat.

You sniffled, “Uh, yeah… Yeah, good.” You drew in a shaky breath.

“Y/n, are you cryin’?” She asked, worry lacing her voice.

“Am fine, Peggy. Just… is Noel there?”

“He is love.” You heard Peggy call out making you smile, just imagining him rolling his eyes from where he sat on his bed with his guitar. “He’s comin’, love. What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothin’, Peg.”

“Yer lyin’ to me…” She sighed, “Maybe you can get her to talk.” You heard her say as the phone began moving around.

“Y/n?”

You smiled to yourself feeling yourself relax already at the sound of Noel’s voice. “Noel,” You sniffled, fresh tears falling, “It’s me.”

Noel drew in a sharp breath, “Y/n, love… what’s he fuckin’ done?”

“He, he hit-”

“Is he there?” Noel asked not letting you finish. He didn’t need to. You could hear rustling and Peggy’s voice in the background.

“N-No… Am scared, Noel.” You cried.

“Am on me way, love. Mam, keep talkin’ to her.” Noel said as he handed the phone back to Peggy.

You let out a relieved sigh as Peggy kept talking to you, her voice a comforting as you pulled your knees against your chest. You hoped Noel got to you quickly, terrified Nick was going to come back to your flat.

By the time Noel got to your flat, it had started raining and it was getting dark. Knowing you well, Noel reached into the plant pot at the side of the door and pulled out the spare key (not even Nick knew that). He opened the door and stepped inside, his eyes scanning the state of your flat; the coffee table flipped, magazine scattered across the room, smashed glass against the wall and your beloved camera on the floor smashed to pieces. Fuckin’, bastard. Noel walked straight in to the kitchen and found you on the floor still talking to his mum. His heart broke but the rage burned inside of him as his eyes landed on your split lip and bleeding nose.

He silently bent down in front of you and offered you a soft, loving smile as he reached out and took the phone from you. He told his mum he was there before he hung up and sat on the floor in front of you, opening his arms for you.

“Oh, Noel.” You cried and jumped into his arms, burying your face in chest as he wrapped his arms around you. “Am scared.”

“Shh, I’ve got ya’ love.” Noel stroked the back of your head and kissed your forehead. “Yer safe.” He closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath through his nose, breathing in your scent. “Let’s get to me mam’s, yeah?”

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Noel held you against his side the entire taxi ride back to his. Even as the pair of you walked up to the front door, he held you, whispering comforting words in your ear as you cried into his shirt. He walked you into the kitchen where Peggy was waiting for you with the kettle on. The moment she saw the state you were in, she rushed over to you, ushering you to the kitchen table and sending Noel off to get her first aid box from the bathroom.

Once you were patched up, Peggy and Noel joined you at the table with a cuppa and some chocolate biscuits – your favourite biscuits.

“What happened, sweet girl?” Peggy asked as she placed her hand over yours.

You kept your gaze focused on your mug as fresh tears began to form, “N-Nick… we, got into a fight…” You sniffled but before you could say anything else the front door opened, and a chorus of laughter and shouting filled the house. You looked to Noel with a panicked look, calming once he took your hand in his.

Liam was the first to walk into the kitchen and notice you, stopping in the doorway as he went silent. Bonehead, Guigsy and Tony stood behind him, looking equally ask shocked to see you battered and bruised, sat at Peggy’s kitchen table with Noel holding your hand.

You held your breath as you stared at Liam, your left eye slightly swollen. “Alryt, Willy-bum?” You tried to joke, hissing slightly from the pain making both Noel and Liam frown.

“The fuck is goin’ on?” Liam shouted.

Noel rolled his eyes at his brother,  “We were just ‘bout to find out, knobhead.” Noel looked at you and offered you a reassuring smile as he gave your hand a gentle squeeze, “Go on love.”

Liam quickly sat down at the table opposite you, “It was that wanker, wasn’t it?”

You nodded taking a deep breath. “He’s s been, shaggin’ someone else...” You looked down in embarrassment. “I found a pair of knickers in his work pants pocket, asked him ‘bout it, he tried saying they were mine,” You scoffed. “He got wound up and said, it was my fault he’d been looking else where.” You shook your head in disbelief. “I told him to get out and that we were done and he,” You began crying again.

Noel quickly wrapped his arms around you and let you cry into his shoulder. “He can’t hurt you ‘Ere love. I’ve got ya’.”

Liam shook his head and huffed, “Its that cunt, am telling ya.” He said, pointing at Noel.

You lifted your head from Noel in confusion as you wiped your face, “Who?”

“Charlotte. Yer mate. Bonehead said he saw ‘em other week lookin’ friendly in the pub then I saw ‘em down there a few weeks ago.” Liam explained.

You looked over to Bonehead. He nodded looking just as pissed off as Liam, “She was all over him.” Bonehead added.

Liam looked at Noel and nodded towards you. “Tell her.”

Noel sighed and shook his head, “That’s not important now, Li.” He said making Liam huffed in frustration.

You frowned at him. “What?”

Noel shook his head, “Nowt. Drink yer tea before it gets-”

“Please Noel.” You pouted your bottom lip as you looked at him.

Noel liked to think there was no one, not even his mum, that could make him do anything he didn’t want to, except you, especially when you gave him that look. He let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through his hair. “She came on to me.”

Your eyebrows raised in shock. “When?”

Noel shrugged, “Dunno. I can’t-”

Liam huffed. “Week after yous split.” He shook his head in anger. “She was round ‘ere, checkin’ up on him...” Liam rolled his eyes with a scoff, “Won’t mind but it was her fuckin' fault that he ended-”

“Shut the fuck up.” Noel banged his fist against the table making you jump. Noel let out a frustrated sigh, dropping his head into his hands.

“Right, you lot,” Peggy finally spoke sensing the tension, “I’ve to go to work. So, you lot, out. Leave these two to talk.” Peggy said as she stood from the table before pausing and looking down to you. “You’ve always got a home here, sweetheart.” She said, pressing a caring kiss to the top of your head as she did, making you smile.

You laughed a little as she shoved Liam and the others out of the kitchen, Liam spouting his mouth off about going out to look for Nick. Good, you thought, knowing what Liam was like. You began blushing when you noticed he was already looking at you with a furrowed brow. “What?”

Noel shook his head with a heavy sigh, “I fucked up, Y/n. Am sorry.”

“I don’t understand. How is this to do with Charlotte? Why is Liam so worked up?”

Noel sighed and stood up, “Fancy somet stronger?” He asked as he went  to grab a beer from the fridge, getting you one when you nodded.

A moment of silence settled between the pair of you as you opened your can of beer and took a drink. You looked to Noel with a furrowed brow and silently observed him; he looked tired. You could see the bags under his eyes, so he’d either been keeping himself busy writing g songs or getting smashed all the time. Plus, he hadn’t been shaving so he had a bit of stubble which made you think he was probably tired from writing and sorting the band out.

“How’s the band going?” You asked taking Noel by surprise.

Noel sighed heavily and looked down to the table top, “It’s hard without you.” He admitted.

You frowned, “Me? I hardly did anything.”

Noel scoffed, “You hold us together, Y/n. Keep things calm and moving...” He shrugged. “I dunno, its like... we’ve all lost an arm not having you about.”

You blushed looking down to the table, “I hadn’t realised I was so important.” You muttered bashfully.

“Ya kiddin’ me, right? I haven’t written a decent song since I lost you.” Noel smiled a little as you looked away bashfully and blushed, “How’s yer new job?”

You looked up a little stunned, “How’d ya know I’ve got a new job?”

“Yer mam told me.”

Your brow furrowed, “When did you speak to me mam?”

“Last week. I put up a shelf for her in the kitchen.” He smiled proudly making you grin.

“Ah, that’s why the shelf is wonky.” You teased, laughing as Noel’s face dropped.

“It’s not.”

You nodded, “All the spices roll off it.”

Noel huffed. “Fuck off. It was perfect.” He pouted making you grin. Noel shook his head with a chuckle, “Still a pain in me arse, ain’t ya.” He smiled as he took your hand in his and raised it to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

“Always.” You smiled. “It’s crap, the job.” You frowned. “I hate working a regular nine to five.” Noel agreed. You looked to him with a sift sigh as you reached over and placed your hand over his. “Talk to me, Noel.”

Noel nodded and drew in a deep breath. “Remember that party we went to a couple of nights before I-” Noel frowned. He hated thinking about the night he ended things with you. He hated thinking about how upset you were – no anger, just sadness.

You nodded, “What ‘bout it?”

“Well, whilst you were pratting ‘bout with Liam and that, I was getting us drinks in the kitchen when Charlotte came up to me and was talking me ear off, I wasn’t really paying attention. She’d been acting strange all night, just thought she was pissed, but then she tried to kiss me, so I told her to piss off. She dint like it, got angry with me and started saying things about you. How I wasn’t good enough for you and I was holding you back from your dreams.” Noel shook his head, “I know I shouldn’t have let her get in me head but, she’s one of your best mates, thought she was probably right.”

You shook your head, “Liam said it happened a week after we split.”

He nodded, “I dint tell him ‘bout that time. He only knows she tried it on with me because he walked in when she tried to kiss me again. He told her to get the fuck out.” He chuckled.

“She told me she hated you for breaking up with me. She said she was gonna kick you in the balls the next time she saw you.” You huffed and stood up, needing to pace as you thought about everything. “She broke us up.” You shook your head. “That cunt! She was the one to set me up with Nick... she said, sometimes you need to get under someone to get over someone.”

Noel began laughing, “That’s what she said to me... She’s a nutcase.” He shook his head with a smile and looked up at you.

“So... you didn’t end things because you didn’t love me anymore?”

Noel looked at you shocked. “I could never stop loving you, Y/n. Ending things with you was the hardest and stupidest thing I’ve ever done.” Noel reached out for you and pulled you to sit on his lap.

You smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck, “You’ve done plenty of dumb shit.” You giggled making Noel smile.

“And that’s the biggest.” He reached up with his left hand and brushed your hair back, careful not to hurt your face.

“Remember when you thought it would be a good idea to put soap in those water balloons?” You giggled at the thought.

Noel chuckled as he wrapped his arms around your waist, “It was a good idea, as long as you dint get yourself in the eye with it... stung like a fucker.” He shook his head, “R’kid still whines to this day ‘bout it.”

You giggled, “He’s a mummy’s boy, it’s what they do.”

Noel laughed as he pulled you closer to him. “Remember when you convince Liam he spelt his name like Willy-bum?”

Your head fell back with laughter making Noel grin, “Yer mam was so angry with me after school told her what he’d been doing.”

The laughter slowly died down and left you looking at each other in silence.

“I still love you, Noel. I’ve tried moving on, but no one is you... I couldn’t even get under anyone else to get over you... it felt, wrong.” You admitted.

Noel looked at you surprised by your declaration before he brushed his knuckles against your cheek, “You never slept with Nick?”

You shook your head. “Have you, slept... with anyone?” You shrugged, playing with the collar of his shirt trying to show you didn’t care either way. You did. God you hoped he hadn’t.

He sighed, “I haven’t slept with anyone, but a bird did give me a blow job... dint end well, I called out yer name before I came.” He chuckled, “She stopped and slapped me well hard.”

You bit your bottom lip trying not to laugh at him. “My poor Noelie.” You giggled making him smile. You reached up and brushed his hair back from his forehead and began frowning, “Ya’ know the worst thing that bastard did tonight?”

Noel shook his head and watched as you reached into your pocket and pulled out what looked like bits of an old photograph. You placed the crumpled-up pieces onto the table and flattened them out, putting them back together until it was clear what it was. Noel’s eyebrows raised, “You kept it?” He asked as he picked up a piece that had part of both your faces in.

The photo was of the two of you sat on the sofa in the living room. Noel had invited you round to his for your ‘first date’ and Peggy had insisted on capturing the moment. Liam had called Noel a cheap arse but you loved that he’d invited you around – it kept things relaxed and normal between you. Plus, when Liam went out and Peggy went to work, you and Noel disappeared upstairs to ‘listen to the Beatles’.

You nodded with a fond smile, “Kept them all... Charlotte,” You hissed. I'll deal with that bitch later, “Said I should burn them and everything else you gave me, completely erase you from my life but I couldn’t. I don’t have it in me to hate you.” You admitted.

Noel reached up and cupped your cheek turning your face towards him as he smiled at you. “Come with me.” He gave your backside a soft pat to get you to move off his lap.

He took your hand and lead you into the living, telling you to sit on the sofa as he bent down and opened the cabinet cupboard, pulling out all of the old photo albums.

“What are you doing, Noel?” You watched him as he flicked through some of them before he grabbed one and stood up.

“Mam, keeps every bloody photo she’s ever taken, and knowing her, she won’t have just taken one, ha, look.” Noel tapped the page and gave you the album as he sat down beside you with a triumphant smirk on his face.

You began grinning as an almost identical photo of the one Nick had ripped up in his fit of anger sat on the page. “That was the best first date I’ve ever had.” You admitted looking up to meet Noel’s gaze.

Noel blushed and looked down the photo, “Yer mad. We dint do nowt different to what we usually did.”

“That’s why I loved it. You weren’t pretending to be anything else.” You began grinning at him, “Plus, what we did in yer bed was different.” You teased making Noel laugh.

“I guess so.” He chuckled softly.

You looked back to the photo album and flicked through, old memories coming back to you. “Remember this?” You pointed to a photo of when you were all kids.

Paul, Noel, you and Liam were sat in Peggy’s front garden on a blanket eating ice-cream and smiling at the camera. You weren’t sure how old you were, all you remember was Liam getting ice-cream everywhere and crying so you gave him yours and Noel shared his with you.

Noel looked over your shoulder, resting his chin on your shoulder as he did. “Fuckin’ hell... I do. Dint you kiss me?” He asked with a playful smirk making you laugh.

“On the cheek.” You smiled, “You were being very sweet sharing your ice-cream with me.”

Noel shook his head, “Why did me mam always put us in fuckin’ matching clothes?” He scoffed making you laugh even more.

“You look cute.” You giggled as he muttered about looking daft. You continued to flick through, reminiscing about the photos.

Eventually you came to the end of the album and silence settled between the two of you as you cuddled up on the sofa together. Noel gently ran his hand through your hair as you rested your head on his chest as you absentmindedly stroke his chest though his shirt.

“I still love you, Y/n… Never stopped.” He admitted, his voice no louder than a whisper as he spoke into your hair.

You smiled to yourself, “I know you do, Noel.”

Noel sighed and sat up, “Am sorry I ended things.”

“It’s okay, Noel.”

Noel shook his head and got to his knees in front of you. He placed his hands on your cheeks as he looked you in the eyes, “Am sorry that, me fuckin’ up like that, meant this happened to you… I only ever wanted you to be happy and safe. I never wanted to see you like this.” Noel sniffled and pressed his forehead against yours. “Fuck, love, please forgive me. Please. Am sorry.”

“Oh, Noel,” You reached up and cupped his face, moving his head back from yours and wiped his tears away before you pressed your lips against his.

Noel wrapped his arms around you as your kiss deepened. You had nine and half months of missed kisses and love pour into it. He pulled you onto his lap as you both pulled away from each other, resting your foreheads once more against each other. “Will you be my girl again, love? I fuckin’ need you. I can’t breathe without you… and Liam’s doin’ me nut in.” He joked making you laugh and nod.

“I don’t think I ever really stopped, Noel.” You kissed him again.

Noel gave you a grin and nodded towards the door, “Fancy listenin’ to some Beatles in me room?”

[vaguely-concerned]

powerful mental image of lucanis expounding passionately about any given one of his limited but extremely deep areas of interest (the wyvern/knives/coffee/cooking/murder continuum of lucanis dellamorte special interests if you will) while rye lounges around and Beholds him with palpable twink boutta pounce energy

[shattered-eluvian]

man... I love dragon age.

[tinypaperstar]

offers u alnst oc stats

[rubber-glovs]

Oooohhh the urge to yap about my ocs and the world they live in......

[vaguely-concerned]

I've been picking mostly only the essential flirt options with lucanis in the romance so far (I've personally found the dynamic much more natural and mutual when you do that, more like forming a solid friendship slowly and inevitably becoming something else and less like you keep pushing on him and getting little back b/c he seemingly just gets overwhelmed and goes into freeze instead), and I think rye is a pretty hard person to read at the best of times even though he's been Down Real Bad from pretty early on and their chemistry as people is naturally really good. so the way the almost-kiss plays out in this playthrough feels a lot like it has the added layer of lucanis realizing that no but for sure rook is flirting and not just being kind or a good friend* it IS actually happening it's not just wishful/fearful thinking!!! and then uh. maybe going a bit too hard a bit too fast in all the excitement at that revelation haha

*in lucanis' defense he has seemingly literally never had a friend who wasn't his cousin-brother before, under those circumstances I suppose some confusion is extremely natural if not outright expected lmao

[crows-of-buckets]

Thinking too hard about Aviae and Zevrans friendship and it's making me Ill

[janamensch]

Ilmera knight OC!!! This is Ser Valerie, she’s a knight errant from the Suncrest Isles!

[ceiling-karasu]

Squirrel and Hedgehog Shipping Polls

I’m heading out to the Caribbean this weekend for a family vacation, so this poly ship should make for a warm discussion from the suggestions and prompts in the tags.

The captured Field Mouse from episode two, and his hedgehog Guards.

[quietwingsinthesky]

the amount of time i spend thinking about Even carrying the metacrisis doctor’s fob watch is really quite disproportionate to how much ive fleshed out that part of the story in my head