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f1letters · 2 years ago

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bigger than the whole sky | ms47

"i'm never gonna meet what could've been, would've been what should've been you"

summary: guilt consumed her alive when she lost the baby she initially didn't plan on having... maybe the outcome could've been better if she did something different, she thought

warning: very heavy and very sad story, angst, heartbreak, swearing, mentions of a panic attack, grief, death, mention of unplanned pregnancy, miscarriage, brief mention of blood, loss of a child, mention of the hypothetical future that the baby would have had, happy-ish ending

pairing: mick schumacher x reader

word count: 2.9k

note: everything in bold are song references and in italic are thoughts, which includes memories from the past. I would also like to point out that this one has to be the hardest story I have written so far as it is very personal to me. I've thought a lot about NOT posting it over the past few days, exactly because of these heavy topics. but I think this needs to be spoken about a lot more than it is, especially with how many women/people with reproductive systems suffer from miscarriages in silence. please read the warnings before reading!

german words used: liebling = darling; schatz = sweetheart; mama = mom

on a less sad note, I think everybody knows how much I love mick, I hope we still get to see him next year (please papa toto, rescue my man!!!)and that he gets another chance in the 2024 grid. with this being said, I hope you enjoy this one and have your tissues with you!

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No words appear before me in the aftermath

Salt streams out my eyes and into my ears

Every single thing I touch becomes sick with sadness

'Cause it's all over now, all out to sea

Many say that grief is the price of love.

That grief is just a form of love; a love that can't be given anymore to someone we could hug and kiss and see before they were gone.

That grief is the result of a space that is left empty in our lives after someone physically loses strength and lets their soul rest.

But as much as we are prepared from childhood to grieve for someone we had time to love, nothing prepares us for the heart-wrenching experience of losing someone we didn't even have a chance to know and cherish.

Such suffering, pain and anguish seemed impossible to fit in Y/N's small and fragile heart, as she tried to accept the aftermath of the loss of her baby.

She stood there, stuck in time, just thinking of everything she could have done differently. Searching for an explanation for why life had played such a cruel trick on her. Wondering why.

Why me? Why with us? Why them?

As the young woman lay on her back in the middle of her big white bed in search of answers, the only sound that echoed between those four walls was her painful sobs as salt streamed out of her eyes and into her ears.

That same sound was her only company, as her boyfriend was nowhere to be seen.

She couldn't blame him though. She knew that his absence in the room they shared was due to her own cold and distant attitude towards him over these last few days.

But she just couldn't face him.

Looking into his eyes would only make her realize that they mirrored the exact same pain in hers.

And as selfish as it sounded, she wasn't ready to face his loss when she could barely accept her own.

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

You were bigger than the whole sky

You were more than just a short time

And I've got a lot to pine about

I've got a lot to live without

She didn't want to see him or talk to him. Even during the night, Y/N found herself escaping to the uncomfortable couch in the living room to avoid sleeping next to Mick, almost as if she was too afraid to touch him and thereby infect him with her sadness.

Everything for her suddenly changed, and she couldn't wrap her head around how a being so fragile and so precious that never even had a chance to live could be the only meaningful thing in her life at that moment.

'Pregnant 1-2'

Leaning against the cold tiles of her bathroom, sitting on the marble floor, the young woman tried to calm her uncontrolled and panting breathing.

It couldn't be. This couldn't be happening to her.

Her eyes read over and over again the small letters on the digital display of the pregnancy test in her hands. Almost as if she expected that at any moment they would change and that she would wake up from the nightmare she saw herself in.

Her head was all over the place. She couldn't have a child now. She was in her early 20s, she had only been with her boyfriend for a little over a year, and he was just starting his second year in Formula 1.

Not that she doubted her love for Mick or his for her. If there was one certainty she had in the world, it was that he was the love of her life, even if their relationship was fairly recent.

But they never even spoke about having children in the long run, let alone already. She hardly saw him herself most of the year. How would she be able to take care of a baby in those conditions?

The pressure was building in her lungs and her vision was beginning to blur as the girl panicked more and more, until she was awakened by the sound of someone knocking on the bathroom door.

"Schatz, are you okay? You've been there for over thirty minutes." She heard the driver's concerned voice on the other side of the door. "I'm getting worried, can I come in?"

From inside the bathroom, Mick got no response and only heard the cries of his partner who had finally given in. Without thinking twice, he opened the door and went down to her level, kneeling on the floor in front of the girl.

"Liebling, what's wrong? Talk to me." He brought both his hands up to the sides of her jaw, leaving soft caresses with his thumbs until her gaze met his.

"I'm sorry, Mick. I'm so fucking sorry." Y/N replied, shaking her head in denial while crying uncontrollably.

The boy was only more confused by his girlfriend's apologies, but when he looked down at her lap and saw the blue stick, he immediately realized what was happening and his arms dropped to his sides in shock.

"Fuck. Y- You- Are you pregnant?" He asked, shaking with nerves. He leaned against the wall on her side as well, letting his head relax against the tiles.

His hand went to Y/N's thigh in an attempt to comfort her and after a few minutes to assimilate everything that was happening, he spoke again. "Okay. Okay. We're going to be fine. Don't worry, we'll handle this together. I have more than enough money to support the three of us and-"

"Mick, stop." The young woman replied, with some aggression in her tone. "I can't have a baby right now. This is insane."

Remembering that day now brought only heartache and pain, because it was all over now, all out to sea.

I'm never gonna meet

What could've been, would've been

What should've been you

What could've been, would've been you

"Y/N, I know you're nervous. I am too, but I know that together we can do this." Mick confessed, grabbing both of the girl's hands and looking at her with the most loving gaze she had ever seen on anyone.

"I barely know your family, you don't even know my parents." She continued with her rambling. "I spend 99 per cent of the year alone in this house while you are God knows where around the world."

"I'll quit." Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the boy's suggestion. "You are worth more than any sport and any dream. You are my dream, both of you are. I want nothing more than to grow old with you and have a family together, so I'll quit in a heartbeat if I have to."

"I would never let you give up on your dreams, Schumacher, and you know it." Y/N felt her body relax for the first time in hours, letting her back lay against her boyfriend's chest, his hands resting on her stomach. "Are we completely crazy for even considering this?"

And for a short time, they were indeed crazy. Crazy for each other and for the future they envisioned for the three of them.

Even without seeing them or touching them, their baby filled their hearts so intensely, with a love they never knew before, that they grew in size with that insane amount of adoration.

Only to be broken into bigger pieces.

Did some bird flap its wings over in Asia?

Did some force take you bеcause I didn't pray?

Every single thing to come has turned into ashes

'Cause it's all over, it's not meant to be

So I'll say words I don't believe

For a few more weeks, the couple lived inside their dream bubble, filled with so much happiness and excitement for their future. Although no one else knew about Y/N's pregnancy yet, everyone noticed how much they glowed, more in love than ever.

Until Mick had to come back to the real world and had to travel to the United States for a race, leaving his girlfriend alone again in their home in Switzerland.

The young woman couldn't explain why she felt so apprehensive and so scared at the idea of being alone. It was not the first time this happened, but inexplicably her sixth sense was already on high alert as she held the German much longer than usual at the airport, as if she was too afraid to let him go.

Two completely normal days passed after the driver left: he called her every day when he woke up, at lunchtime, and when he went to sleep, in an attempt to make her feel less lonely.

But on the third day, she didn't answer him.

He didn't think anything special of it, thinking she was probably busy with something at work, so he went about his morning as if nothing had happened. Hours went by as he was dealing with his media duties, until, on his lunch break, he picked up his phone again and his world seemed to come crashing down in a single instant.

'15 missed calls from Schatz'

'9 missed calls from Gina'

'7 missed calls from Mama'

Alone at home and with no family living in Switzerland, Y/N found herself in complete despair when she saw blood running down her legs. She knew right away what it was, even though her brain begged for another possible reason.

The girl silently prayed for the better as she searched through the kitchen drawers for the paper where she knew her boyfriend's mother, Corinna's number was written.

Y/N simply couldn't face this all by herself.

Although they only met a couple of times before that day, the young woman couldn't be more grateful to have had the Schumacher family's matriarch by her side, to hold her hand and to wipe her tears away as the doctors told her the worst news she would ever hear in her entire life.

"I'm sorry miss, but I'm afraid your baby no longer has a heartbeat."

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

You were bigger than the whole sky

You were more than just a short time

And I've got a lot to pine about

I've got a lot to live without

Those words just turned every single thing to come into ashes.

And she couldn't help but feel guilty.

Maybe she had done something she shouldn't have done. Eaten something she couldn't. Made physical efforts that she could not.

Maybe she should have prayed for the baby. She should have accepted the pregnancy sooner. She shouldn't have doubted their ability to have that child.

She was looking for something: an answer, an explanation, a reason.

And although her head knew it wasn't logical, she blamed him too.

Maybe if Mick were here. If he hadn't travelled to the other end of the world. If only he hadn't left her in that house without help and company.

She needed him more than ever, but at the same time, all the distance between them didn't seem enough for Y/N.

The wooden door to their room opened unexpectedly, making the girl turn her back to Mick to prevent him from seeing her tears.

He slowly approached her figure and she felt the mattress lower next to her as he sat up and placed his hand on her bare shoulder.

"Please, I beg you. Talk to me." Y/N heard his voice shake, and it became clear that he was crying too. "I can't take this silence anymore. I'm suffering too, you know?"

She knew she was being unfair to him. After all, he too had lost his child, his future, a part of him, even if he wasn't the one to physically carry it.

She was a childless mother, but he too was a childless father.

I'm never gonna meet

What could've been, would've been

What should've been you

The truth is, she didn't believe the words she was saying in her head.

Mick was the most supportive person she knew. He made a point of asking her over and over again if she was okay, if she needed anything, if she wanted to talk.

But it wasn't until she was forced to face her partner's sadness that she realized that blaming him wasn't going to mend the hole in her heart.

He was the only one who could ease her pain if she let him in.

The girl turned to the boy, finding his back trembling with the sobs he let out. She hugged him from behind, feeling his body relax against hers with the physical contact he desired so much.

Mick lay down next to her on the bed, pulling her as close to him as possible, and they stayed there for hours, in comfortable silence, while they both mourned their loss in each other's arms.

"I'm so sorry, baby." Y/N broke the silence. "I was trying so hard to find a reason for all of this that I ended up blaming myself, blaming you. It was unfair, and I'm so fucking sorry. I shouldn't have ever done that."

"It wasn't anyone's fault, liebling." Mick whispered with his lips brushing against her forehead. "It just wasn't meant to be."

Y/N looked up at the driver, meeting his sad gaze, and the two let the tips of their noses touch.

The two lovers' lips met again after days apart and, even if only for a moment, they both felt whole again.

What could've been, would've been you

What could've been, would've been

What should've been you

What could've been, would've been you

Nothing hurts like an unexpected goodbye, but they both knew they would carry their baby forever in their hearts, even if they hadn't been able to carry them in their arms.

They were never going to be able to see the baby say their first words and take their first steps.

They were never going to have the opportunity to see their child go to school for the first time, or attend their graduation.

They were never going to be able to comfort them when they had their first heartbreak, or tease them when they had their first crush.

But even though they knew their baby was more than just a short time, they knew the mark they left on them was permanent.

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

You were bigger than the whole sky

You were more than just a short time

And I've got a lot to pine about

I've got a lot to live without

Two years later, the couple couldn't be in a better place, even though their loss would never fully heal.

Y/N had just won a promotion at work, allowing her to reach the position she always dreamed of holding at the company she worked for.

Mick had returned to the Formula 1 grid after two troubled years in his career and now wore the four Audi rings on his polo shirt with the greatest of pride, alongside his longtime friend and returning champion, Sebastian.

But most of all, the incomprehensible sounds that came out of their rainbow baby's mouth were what made them the happiest they have ever been.

Their newborn baby girl filled their hearts with renewed hope and unlimited love, bringing back colour in a world that was previously only black and white.

I'm never gonna meet

What could've been, would've been

What should've been you

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hockeyandhrsepwr · 2 years ago

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Montreal

Je t'aime series

F1 driver reader x hockey player bf

When the Montreal GP & Eastern Conference finals fall on the same weekend, certain worlds collide….

The insta edit

Notes: Takes place in 2024 so everyone is a year older - reader is an 01 baby so 23 & all the hockey guys are playing for their respective NHL teams. (For plot purposes, Montreal is the second last race before the summer break - still takes place in mid-June though) Danny, Mick & Seb are still on the grid because I say so & I’m trying not to have a breakdown over Seb being gone gone.

For Formula 1 driver y/n l/n, this weekend marks her return home as we head to Montreal for the Canadian Grand Prix. We sat down with the championship leader to talk about what that means for her.

Thanks so much for talking to us today Y/n. How excited are you to be back home in Montreal?

I’m pretty pumped. It’s always nice to be back and have so much of my family be able to come. The track is always a special one to race on & I’ve had a few good races here before, so hopefully this weekend will add to that. The little break after means I can spend a few days here before heading into Silverstone so that’s nice.

Any exciting plans for those few days?

Definitely catch a hockey game! It’s hard to watch games live with the travelling & living in Monaco, so while I’m here I’m definitely going to get to the Bell Centre. It worked out really well that the Habs are playing on Sunday night & it’s such an exciting game, with it being Game 7 in the conference finals. Montreal fans are absolutely incredible so hopefully the boys can bring this one home! The city’s going to be pretty wild on Sunday, and hopefully I can add to the excitement with a win here too!

I never would have known there was a game this weekend. It’s not like there’s stuff all over the city. Hopefully they can win it at home! Actually, speaking of hockey, your dad played, correct?

Yeah, so he played pro in the US and then Switzerland and Germany. So, I spent about 8 years over there before moving back here permanently, and then when I was about 14, moved back over for racing. but Montreal is definitely home.

Did you ever consider hockey or were you always set on the formula, single seater series? And how did you settle on motorsport?

So, I played hockey growing up but once I hit 12ish I had to choose since both were getting more competitive and there wasn’t enough time. I would’ve loved to go pro in either, but F1 is where my heart is. I still play whenever I can though. Lance & I like to try finding rinks when we travel and have a little battle. I’m currently 4 wins up, just fyi. Or whenever I visit my best friend, we go out & have some fun, even though that’s not often. I’m not beating him unfortunately but it’s pretty hard to beat a pro when he’s working on his skills constantly and I’m playing maybe 20 times a year. As kids though I could whoop him. The decision for karting/single seater over hockey was hard, but I’d been hooked since I sat in my first kart. I think part of it was being able to travel all over racing & just experience so many cool things. And with Formula 1, there’s 20 spots, right? So, if you make it as a driver, you’re one of the top in the world. With hockey there are so many incredible female players already, and as we know not many in motorsport. I wanted to be able to inspire young girls in sports as well. I think I made the right decision for me.

My dad was a big F1 fan, so I’d been watching races basically since birth. We were living in Germany during the Schumacher era, so everyone was really into it and that definitely helped ha-ha. It’s kind of crazy that I ended up going through all the feeder series with Mick in the end & we obviously became good friends when his dad was one of the main reasons I started racing. And having him show up to watch races was insane! But yeah, once I sat in my first kart I was hooked! If three year old me who had that Schumacher Ferrari merch could see me now ha-ha.

Ah the Schumacher era, that’s how so many people got interested. And your best friend is a hockey player? I don’t know if that’s ever come up, so can I ask about that?

Ah so actually, our dads played together in Switzerland & bonded over being from Montreal, so once my parents moved to Germany, about two years after I was born, they still visited each other. The two of us spent a lot of time together as kids during those visits, especially playing hockey. We moved back a few years before his family, but they were always around in the summer & we stayed pretty close. We’re apart a lot but were both living our dreams so its pretty special when we can get together. he’s one of my favourite people so shoutout to Thomas. You’ll probably see him in the paddock this weekend since he’s around here somewhere.

That’s such a great story! What team does he play for, and for anyone who’s maybe looking at which team to support, who would you recommend?

So he plays for San Jose, the Sharks, but I’m a Canadiens girl all the way. You can’t grow up in Montreal and not get support them. We’re having a great season, so fingers crossed for Sunday! But I do support the Sharks, definitely my favourite Western team, no bias here ha-ha. I’ve met a lot of great guys through Thom too who play, so I do try and keep up with their teams, but Habs all the way baby!

Alright, there you have it folks. Y/N thanks for sitting down with us, good luck this weekend! I’m sure we’ll see you soon!

You shake Natalie’s hand & thank her for having you. Exiting the media pen, you start making your way back towards the Ferrari garage, waving at Lewis when an arm’s thrown around you shoulder.

“Ready for Sunday’s game?” Lance says, “Time to kick some Devil ass and then get the cup.”

“Yeah, I just have a race to win first” you stick your tongue out at him as he punches you in the arm.

“Your boy toy coming today?” You roll your eyes “yes he has a pass, so he’ll be around somewhere. There’s a bunch of them coming. Not sure when though…”

“YO MCQUEEN!” you hear from down the lane. “There it is” you shrug off Lance & speed up as Thomas comes running at you. Damn he’s quick. You meet in the middle and grab him in a hug. “tu m’as manque” (I’ve missed you) he whispers in your ear, squeezing the life out of you. It’s been a while since you’ve seen each other, mid-January at least. When you were still on break and made it to a game of his where you hung out for a week before heading back across to Italy for training. You talk almost every day though

“Missed you too Bords. It’s been too long. Congrats on your run though. You guys played really well.” It sucked that the Sharks got knocked out in round 2, but they had a good team. Next year they’ll have it. His phone starts ringing and he pulls it out.

“Ah shit, the idiots are lost.’ He rolls his eyes as you laugh.

“They’re at the Ferrari garage. We should probably go before they end up breaking stuff” We start off towards Ferrari, when Lance catches up to us. “Hey man, how’s it going?” The two have met before, when you were all kids in Montreal. They catch up as you walk over, when you notice a bit of a crowd. You nudge Thomas

“Those yours?” and point towards the commotion. You get there & see a few familiar faces. You run over to give Thomas’s sister a hug before turning to the hockey players gathered. You count five, but there may be more floating around. Thomas had 10 passes altogether.

“Sup boys” you give Brendan, Matty & Owen a hug, then do your handshake with Truss. You visited Michigan a few times when Bordy was there, so you got close with his roommates & friends. You managed to stay pretty off the radar since F1 isn’t as popular in the US, so you got some of that college experience that you missed out on. Plus, he’s brought you to the Hughes Lake house a couple of times so you got to know a bunch of the other idiots there.

“Y/n you traitor!” Lance calls from somewhere behind me. “What did I do?” You yell in indignation as someone spins you around to see Jack Hughes making his way towards you. “Ah Fuck off Lance, we all know he has no chance!” Cheers from people around tells you that there’s quite a few Canadiens fans in the paddock right now.

“Hell yeah they don’t” You see Cole behind him along with Luke Hughes & Phil.

“Is this everyone?” They nod “okay, come with me. Lance, I’ll see you later.” You lead the crew of hockey players into the Ferrari garage, taking them up to the hospitality area. “As nice as it is to see you all, why are all of you here?”

“Osheaga (Music festival – it usually happens in August but for the plot it’s happening in June) was last weekend, so we all just stayed, especially once Bordy told us he could get tickets. And we’re going to the game on Sunday” Briss pipes up.

“Yeah, I know nothing about F1 But it looks pretty cool so I’m excited” Luke says. You gasp, the blasphemy.

“How much time have we spent together Hughesy, and you still know nothing? I’m wounded” Dramatically you hold your hand to your chest. Your phone starts going off, your timer that your trainer set going off as Charles approaches you. He beckons you since he has the same reminder.

“Alright boys, I’ll see you later, but I’ve got practice. Ask any of the lovely workers here if you need a hand with anything. Peace out” You walk off with Charles, making your way further into the motorhome. Once you get to your driver room you start your usual routine. About 20 minutes in, as soft knock on the door interrupts you “babe? You free?”

You open the door & pull your boyfriend in. ‘“God, I missed you.” You press your lips to his, savouring the kiss. “ the minute I can I’m taking you out properly. I don’t care where, but we’re going out. Hopefully with something to celebrate” You wrap your arms around him and nod “sounds good. When are you leaving?” “Monday early afternoon” he pouts and he’s so cute you just have to kiss him again.

“Two more weeks then I’m all yours for the summer.”

“Deal. Now get back to it.” He slaps your ass and you continue your usual routine with the occasional commentary from him. He slips out a few minutes before you leave, heading down to the garage for practice.

Two successful practice sessions later, you’re done for the day. You’re chatting with Charles when Thom finds you. You introduce him around since he hasn’t met many of the boys, just Lance & Mick. The other hockey boys have left but you make your way back to the hotel. As much as you’d love to stay at home, it’s a little further out so you stay at the hotel with the rest of the crew. Once you enter, you spot a crowd exiting the restaurant. Ah, apparently the Devils are staying here.

You whistle, “damn, who let some losers in?” As others laugh. Jack flips you off, but someone else comes running over

“y/n/n!!” Nico hugs you. You knew each other as kids, his dad being involved for the team yours had played for. Whenever your family would visit the Bordeleau’s, you’d see him. You & T would bug him lots since there weren’t many kids to hang around with. “Can you introduce me to Sebastian Vettel?” He whispers in your ear. “Get out of here” you push him away.

The rest of the team us standing there, mouths open. “Sup McQueen” Luke waves. You’re going to kill Thomas for that nickname, but you wave back before dragging Thomas towards the elevator. You’ve got catching up to do & he knows that tomorrow you’ll be in race mode & not want any distractions.

“Where are the rest of the boys staying?” You ask him. Obviously, Jack & Luke with the team here, but he tells you that the rest of them managed to get 2 rooms in this hotel, so they’re close by. “My parents offered to let us stay with them, but we’ve been pretty rowdy so I thought this would be better.”

A few hours later you need to get ready & go to bed so you’re in top form for quali tomorrow, so Thomas heads to the room he’s sharing, wishing you luck beforehand. He knows that tomorrow you won’t want to see anyone until after qualifiers. You’re almost done your routine when Ring. A soft smile takes over you face. He always calls before he goes to bed, just to say good night. You do same & most of the time you miss each other so you have lots of cute voicemails saved on your phone.

“Hey superstar. This whole being in the same time zone thing makes it a little bit easier hey?” He chuckles “yeah babe, it definitely does. Hang on” you hear some shuffling on his end and then a door open. “Roommates kick you out?” you laugh as he huffs, “I don’t want to disturb them so I’m going to the conference room so I can facetime. How are you feeling for tomorrow?” The request pops up & you see him sitting in one of the rooms.

“Pretty confident. It’s a good car & it’s nice that everyone was able to come so I’d love to get a win for them. Think you’ll be able to sneak out tomorrow night?”

“Are you sure? I know how much you need your routine. I don’t want to mess anything up for you.”

“No, I want cuddles” you pout “and you know I sleep better when I’m next to you” you can hear the smile in his voice as he says “I’ll see what I can do. Now you’ve gotta go to bed so you can kick butt tomorrow. I love you & I’ll be watching.” He blows a kiss. “Love you too. Tomorrow night, okay?”

“Yep, I’m all yours. Ill text you before you go out tomorrow since I know I’m not going to see you. But you’re gonna kill it.” You lay down on the bed and just look at him.

“God you’re cute. I still can’t believe you’re mine.” He blushes, like he always does when you complement him.

“You better believe it. nearly four years in and I’m never letting you go.” Damn it now you’re blushing. “Okay Casanova, I really should go. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Love you” you blow a kiss & hang up because you know from experience that you’ll just go back and forth for the next hour otherwise.

Saturday

You wake up fired up & ready to go. Moving quickly, you and Charles meet up & drive to the circuit. There’s a lot more people here today which you love. You go through practice & then it’s time for qualifiers. Q1 & 2 go smoothly, with you landing in the top five, but you want that pole position. It’s so much sweeter especially with this being your home race. As Q3 gets underway, that’s what you’re aiming for. Unfortunately, it’s only P2, but at least its only Charles in front. You know you can get ahead of him with the right strategy.

Meeting up with Thom & the crew at the hotel, you grab a quick dinner in the restaurant. You stop by the front desk & grab an extra key, slipping it onto your boyfriend’s pocket when you’re giving all the guys hugs. After about an hour you have to excuse yourself for a team meeting, and 2 hours later you finally make it back to your room.

You’ve just closed the door & are turning around when “BOO!” & you jump a foot in the air.

“Putain! Jesus Christ you fucker.” Your heart is racing a million miles as you take in the sight before you. Jack has half his body still in the bathroom but has fully on the floor, just about crying from laughter. “That’s not why I gave you the key, connard.” You say as you help him up. “I ha-ha couldn’t ha help myself.” He dissolves into another fit of giggles. You move towards the bed as he comes up behind you. Arms around your waist as he buries his head in your neck.

“This is harder than I thought” “I know, let’s just get through this weekend. A couple weeks then well be back at the lake with everyone who knows & we can do this every night.” He places a kiss at the junction of your neck.

“Promise?” you turn your head and give him a kiss. “Promise. Well talk about next season too. I’m sick of not seeing you for months.” He nods.

“you’re coming to the game tomorrow, right?” “Do you even have to ask?”

“Okay smartass, but will you root for me?” He sounds a bit sad as I turn in his arms. “I want you to win, I really do.”

“Oh yeah, not your precious Habs?”

“Wow. The sarcasm is strong with this one. I want both of you to win, but since that’s not possible, I’d say I have a slight interest in Jersey winning the cup.” “Only slight, eh?” he tickles my sides.

“I know how hard you’ve worked so yeah. As much as it pains me to say, and if you tell anyone else, I’ll kill you, but I do hope you win. If only so we both get one this weekend.”

You kiss him again before pulling him into the bathroom & running the bath. It’s your regular night before race routine, made much sweeter by him being there. “I don’t know if I ever told you, but Thomas was my favourite person that summer.” He mumbles into your hair as you sit in the tub.

“The one we met?” “Yeah, when he brought you to the lake house for a few weeks.”

Now your confused. You tilt your head back & raise an eyebrow “when you barely said four sentences to me?” he grins sheepishly.

“I was intimidated. You were the prettiest girl I’d ever seen & you drove fast cars for a living. It took me a whole year to gain the confidence to ask you out the next summer. And then you didn’t even show up with him! I was this close to asking for your number when you turned up a week later.”

“Aw, well I’m glad you manned up.” He sticks his tongue out. “I can’t believe that was five years ago. We were babies”

“Yep and now you’re stuck with me.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way”.

(They meet when they’re 18, but he doesn’t ask her out till 19 & now they’re 23)

You both get out & go about your night routine with some additional commentary from Jack. When you finally settle into bed, he wraps his arms around you from behind, pulling you to his chest.

“je t’aime” He whispers and a smile creeps onto your face like it does every time he uses his limited French. “je t’aime aussi.” You whisper back as you snuggle back into him.

Sunday Morning.

You wake to a kiss pressed on your cheek. “I’ve got to get back to my room before the team meeting. I won’t see you before the game but go kick some ass. I love you & we’ll be celebrating tonight” Jack whispers in your ear before pressing a kiss to your lips and leaving. About a half hour later your alarm goes off & you start your pre-race routine. Thomas stops by to wish you luck before you head to the track with Charles & your trainer. Ten minutes before you need to head to the garage your phone pings. It’s a picture of Jack & Luke with the caption ‘good luck!!!’

You smile before heading out to get into your gear. Soon it’s time to line up on the grid & you hop in.

You settle in, ready to go as the countdown starts & the lights go.

“It’s lights out & away we go here in beautiful Montreal!”

59 laps in you sneak past Charles, an early stop strategy paying off in your favour as ten laps later you take the win. After pulling your car in behind the first-place stand, you jump out & soak in the noise. Cheers from fans and your team ring out, as you spot one person in particular.

Hopping off the car, you run over to the barriers and grab Thomas in a hug. It’s the first F1 race you’ve won with him there, so you know he’s excited. After letting him go you hug your engineers & team before being pulled into a quick interview with Natalie.

“Y/n, that was a beauty of a win, how are you feeling? What’s it like to win it at home?”

“Oh my god, amazing! Winning any day is an incredible feeling but to do it here, in front of my city, friends & family is so much sweeter!”

“Anything to say to the fans here today? Or for anyone watching?”

“Mom, I did it!! You told me I’d win here one day & here we are. To my team at Ferrari, Merci! Superstar, merci d’etre ici ce weekend. Votre soutien signifie la monde et je t’aime. Montreal, ca c’est pour vous, et ALLEZ LES CANADIENS!”

Cheers go up from all around as you just take it in.

After the podium ceremony, you make your way back to the hotel to change since you’re soaked in champagne. Opening the door to you room, you spot a box at the end of the bed & a bouquet of lilies on the bedside table. You smile as you make your way over & see a note on the box

Knew you could do it babe! Here’s a little something that I hope you wear tonight. See you on the ice ;) xxx J

“I swear, if he put a Devils jersey in here..” you trail off as you see just that, but also a gorgeous lingerie set in the same bright red underneath. “that cheeky shit”, there’s a pair of new red converse in there too.

Putting the set on, you take a picture before finishing getting dressed & send it off to Jack, making a face. ��Good Luck babe'. Then you finish getting ready & head down.

You meet the boys in the lobby & make your way to the Bell Centre. Outside, you meet your mum, who’s brought you one of your old Canadiens jerseys since you didn’t have one on you. You pull it on over the hoodie & make you way in. Someone on the marketing team meets you inside. After your interview aired yesterday when you mentioned going to the game, they contacted your team to ask if you’d like to do the ceremonial puck drop, which duh you would. You split up with the rest of them and follow the guy. You’ll meet up with Bordy & his sister at your seats, but you won’t see the rest of the guys until later. You wait, chatting to various workers as warmups happen and finally its time for you to go out.

Making your way to the tunnel, you hear PK, who’s on the ice

“We have a special guest for you all tonight! She’s back in town, she goes fast and she won today, it’s your favourite race car driver Y/N L/N!!!

You walk out on the carpet, waving at the crowd. “Well y/n, were glad to have you here to get us going here at the Bell Centre. But first, we have a little present for you. Your very own Canadiens jersey!” He holds up a jersey with my last name & racing number on the back.

“Oh my god that’s so cool. Suck it Lance, you’re not so special anymore!” you know he’s laughing from wherever he is in the arena. You take it & the puck he’s holding out.

“Let’s get the captains please.” Pk says as Nico & Nick skate towards you and get in position for the photo.

“Nick, kick their ass.” You say to the Canadiens captain before posing and then walking off the ice. Someone shows you to your seat, where you find Thomas & Jade. The energy in the arena is absolutely electric as the anthem singing comes to an end and the crowd cheers. Thomas passes you a beer, as someone taps you on the shoulder.

“Sorry, but would I be able to get a picture?” a young girl sitting behind you. You oblige & tell her you’ll get a better one during the intermission before sitting back down as the game starts.

The Canadiens take an early lead with a beauty of a goal scored halfway through the period. The games intense with lots of back and forth between the goals. The Devils manage to knock one in with just a minute to go and then its intermission. You send Thomas off for snacks while you take a few photos & sign some stuff and before you know it it’s time for period two. No one scores for a while, but there’s quite a few penalties being called as the game gets a little rougher.

The second period ends still tied 1 all. You & Thomas chat about summer while you wait for the third. You’re planning on going to the lake house and you know he’ll be there at some point, but he’s staying here in Montreal for a bit first. You grab a couple more beers before the buzzer sounds and were off for the final period. Canadiens score a minute in, then Jersey gets one.

Back and forth again, shot after shot on each net with no more success. The whole crowds on their feet, cheering & screaming for Montreal as the minutes count down.

“Mon dieux its going to be OT” you whisper as the final minute hits. The crowds are practically silent as the seconds tick. Ten seconds left and all of a sudden Jack gets the puck, making a breakaway to the Canadiens net.

Go, Go, Go!!! you’re screaming internally as the defense rush after him, but not fast enough. He shoots and it flies past the goalie’s shoulder. The crowd explodes with boos & angry yells, but you’re smiling.

Thomas nudges you “he’ll be happy about that"

“Yeah, he will” you say back, a soft smile on your face as the final buzzer sounds and the Devils all celebrate on the ice. The fans are none too happy but there’s nothing you can do. You take out your phone & text jack.

That was amazing superstar!! I’m so so proud of you. I’m going out with the boys, but I’ll see you later<3 text me whenever you guys are done if I’m not back.

“let’s get out of here” you turn to Thomas, knowing that Jack’ll be caught up for a few hours with team celebrations & media stuff. “Mick texted a while ago, a couple of them are downtown so let’s go celebrate your win” he says.

A pit stop back at the hotel to drop off jerseys & make sure you have all the boys then you’re making your way downtown to one of your favourite clubs. The drinks are flowing, drivers & hockey players are all around and lots of dancing means that a few hours pass in the blink of an eye.

About 3 hours in, you check your phone and see a message from Jack.

Got about 20 minutes left then I’m heading back. I’ll be in your room. See you in a bit xx

Looking around, you spot Thomas & Charles and make your way towards them. They’re chattering in French, but you butt in.

“Hey boys, I’m heading out in 10” Turns out most people are pretty done for the night, & you end up having a big group heading back. You all grab a couple of cabs back, and as you make your way through the lobby, you spot a piano in the corner.

“Ooh!!” say, making your way over to it & sitting down. “Is it okay if I play?” you ask one of the workers who nods. The boys follow you and stand next to the piano, staring at you. Except for Thomas. He knows that you can’t play for shit, all those lessons you took as a child being absolutely useless, so he’s laughing.

You crack your fingers and start playing la vie en rose absolutely terribly. The boys laugh as you stand up & bow. “Merci, merci! Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a sexy man waiting for me” you wink before heading to the elevator & making your way to the room. He’s not there you, so you get undressed so he can see the gift he left for you.

The door opens a few minutes later. “Hey champ” you drawl as he comes into view.

“oh, fuck me” “I plan to” you respond jokingly. He pulls off his shoes & shirt before jumping into the bed next to you.

“You did it,” the smile on his face is absolutely massive “I did it. We’re going to the finals. Holy fuck”

The two of you lay there, lazily making out & cuddling until you fall asleep, too worn out for more. The next morning brings sad goodbyes with promises of more in a few weeks time.

F1 GOSSIP

Alright folks, we all know that Y/n L/n has been romantically linked to former F2 teammate Mick, who she sort of grew up with, and Charles Leclerc, her current teammate, for a while now. The Mick theory is more likely, as we’ve seen. I’ll show the evidence that has been collected here. But this weekend, a new player entered. Thomas Bordeleau, another childhood friend of Y/n & a pro hockey player, was in and around the paddock. Now we didn’t really know about this connection until an interview that y/n herself did on Friday, where she called him ‘one of her favourite people’. Apparently, we weren’t looking hard enough. Obviously, we had to do some digging, and the team here are starting to think that he may be the real deal when it comes to y/n’s heart. Let’s break it down.

Childhood friends – we found some photos from y/n’s early karting days, both in Europe and Canada. Know who makes an appearance in a few of them? Thomas. Now there aren’t too many pictures of them as teenagers, as it appears he lived in the US & obviously y/n had moved back to Europe for racing. However, we were able to find this picture, of Y/n at a hockey game with one of his jerseys on.

Now, here’s where things get interesting. Thomas attended the University of Michigan and based on a video out of the paddock Friday, y/n knows a few of his college teammates. So, we did some more digging and found that y/n visited Michigan no less than six times over the 2 years he was there. And if that’s not convincing, take a look at these photos we dug up. Tell me that the way the two of them are looking at each other doesn’t scream in love (Photos of the two at various different parties looking cozy). Flirty comments left on posts, photos from friends that show the two cuddling or laying on top of each other, years of appearances in the back of each other’s photos, and a few references to a boyfriend in y/ns comments by close friends. All of these point towards the two of them being together, but the most damming evidence came out of Montreal. Lance Stroll was overheard asking y/n about her ‘boy toy coming’ mere seconds before Bordeleau made his appearance.

On Sunday, Y/n fought her way to a first place, and once she exited the car ran over to him at the barriers, practically flinging herself at him for a hug. Not two minutes later, when talking to a reporter she was saying thank you to the fans, and let this slip in French “superstar, thanks for being here this weekend. It means the world to me & I love you so much.” Now who speaks French & was there this weekend? Her best friend.

But that’s not all!! They made their way to the Montreal Canadiens game on Sunday night, where they lost in the final seconds. Several other players who appear to be friends of Bordeleaus & some of the guys who were playing in the game attended, however they watched from one of the boxes. y/n and Thomas, on the other hand, were smack dab in the centre of the action, accompanied only by his sister. Photos from the official sports accounts & fans were all over social media showing the two very close, joking around & cheering passionately for their home team. They were then seen out partying in the city with some of the other drivers and hockey players. I don’t know about all of you, but I’m pretty convinced. This isn’t what we were expecting, but it actually seems the most plausible. What are your thoughts?

#f1 imagine #hockey imagine #jack hughes #thomas bordeleau #driver!reader #some other idiots make an appearance #jjwritesshit #JJs insta edits #I’m calling this the crossover au #jack hughes x reader #formula 1 x hockey #Montreal #formula 1 imagine #nhl #new jersey devils #insta edit #fast cars and sharp shoes au #je taime series

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pellucid-constellations · 4 years ago

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⁂ Bucky Barnes ⁂

➛ Series

∙ For the Love of the Game (Complete) ✭

Bucky Barnes was a menace. NYU’s top baseball player, he was used to girls falling at his feet and could smooth talk his way out of just about anything. You hated him. He couldn’t figure out why. So when the novelty of weekend parties and quick hookups finally wore off—and his feelings for you began to grow—he made it his mission to fix it. (College athlete!Bucky)

∙ Undisclosed (Complete) ✭ ♡

Desperate to outrun a secret that could cost you your life, you seek refuge in a small mountain town. Its deep forests and small cabins make it the perfect place to hide, but the travel website hadn’t mentioned anything about the quiet, burly lumberjack that wouldn’t leave your thoughts. No one had warned Bucky about you either. (Lumberjack!Bucky)

∙ A Correspondence of Obligation (On hiatus) ✭

Obedience, duty, pristine smiles—raised as the princess of an oppressive kingdom, you knew nothing else. Your father signed your life away at the ripe age of five, black ink bleeding into a contract between nations, fate cemented with the flick of a quill. So when the time came to fulfill the promises you were too young to make, you expected much of the same in the land of Brookshire. But Prince James had other plans, as did the enemies looming outside the castle walls. (Prince!Bucky)

∙ A Million Reasons (Discontinued) ✭

Bucky Barnes, with all of his trust fund money and family connections, gets assigned community service. You, as someone that’s technically part of the community, now have to put up with him. Every day. And he won’t stop killing your plants. (College!bucky)

➛ One-Shots

∙ The shot heard round the tower (Part I) ✭

You just want to know if Bucky has feelings for you. Bucky just wants you to be okay.

Unwarranted Weaknesses (Part II) ✭

Ever since you’d been attacked, things hadn’t felt right. Work was harder, you weren’t sleeping, and the smallest things set you off. No one could convince you to get help. That doesn’t mean Bucky was going to stop trying.

∙ Can’t Get the Words Out ✭

Bucky’s been awfully distant lately. You don’t think your heart can take what you know he’s about to say.

∙ Flowers in the Compound

That girl from the flower shop seems to be taking up a lot of Bucky’s time.

∙ When He’s Away ✭

Bucky gave you two things to do while he was away. Staying safe proved to be the harder of the two.

∙ I Can Save You This Time ✭

It’s the 4th of July and you’ve never been more sick. Turns out you aren’t the only one in the compound that stayed home from the celebration.

∙ Flashing lights (Part I) ✭

Bucky’s worst fears come true when he’s called to a scene. If he’s the one with the dangerous job, then why is it your life that’s hanging in the balance? (Paramedic!Bucky)

Convalescence (Part II)

Recovery is a long process; Bucky knows that better than anyone. He just really needs to get you standing before he can get down on one knee.

∙ Grip ✭

You knew Bucky didn't like his arm. You just didn't know how much until he accidentally hurt you with it.

∙ Voicemails to an Unmanned Inbox ✭

When Bucky takes an argument a little too far, you take off. All he wants is for you to come back home.

∙ Divine Retribution ✭

Nobody touches Bucky’s girl. He was going to make that very clear.

∙ Always you, Forever

Bucky wants to take you away from it all. This time, you might just let him. (40s!Bucky)

∙ The Things We Carry With Us ✭ ♡

You were injured on a mission and didn’t tell anyone, leaving your already rocky relationship with Bucky crumbling. Was it really hate he harbored for you, or was it something else?

∙ Haze ✭

Separated on a mission gone wrong, Bucky found you disoriented and bruised. Things seemed to be looking up when he located the safehouse and got you settled. Until they didn’t.

∙ Five Moments in Time

All of the moments in which Sergeant Barnes let the nurse on his unit know he’s not gonna stop trying to win her over. Even from beyond the grave. (40s!Bucky)

∙ The Bogeyman and Other Monstrosities

As the local biker club president, Bucky Barnes had a reputation for being tougher than nails and feared by many—he’d never be caught dead at a halloween street fair. Too bad his best girl always got what she wanted. (Biker!Bucky)

∙ If It Were Summer ✭ ♡

You met Bucky in Italy—a summer abroad with sweet gelato and even sweeter words. You never thought you’d see him again, and you were right. Because the Bucky at this frat party, the one with the smirk and the wandering eyes, was nothing like the one you knew. That didn’t mean he wasn’t still completely in love with you. (College!Bucky)

∙ Counting ✭

Time heals all wounds. Bucky’d been holding onto to that proverb ever since blip. But time had never been particularly kind to him, so he opted to keep track of the sweet girl’s in his apartment building instead, the one that made him banana bread and took him to diners at two in the morning. Sometimes, you didn’t keep the same schedule. That made Bucky panic.

∙ Unexpected ✭ ♡

With all of his rough edges and impassive glances, Bucky Barnes looked to be the last person you’d find at an elementary school bake sale. Too bad Steve couldn’t make it, and dealing with a class hopped up on sugar wasn’t a feat you could manage alone. (Army Vet!Bucky)

∙ Be Still, My Indelible Love

Bucky’s in love with you. You’re in love with the warmth of him, even as it stings and aches in the cold.

∙ When the Morning Comes

An entire childhood, an entire life, and Bucky just hopes you’ll be there when the morning comes—that you’ll get tired of this town and follow him. If not, he’ll try again next summer. And the summer after that. (Modern!Bucky)

∙ I Need Him Like Water ✭♡

You think Bucky’s having an affair. He thinks… well you aren’t sure what he thinks. But he must notice the living room light is left on. Every night.

∙ Hold My Girl ✭

Bucky comes home from a mission and needs time to hold his girl.

∙ My Everyday ✭

Bucky Barnes was aggressive, annoying, and—worst of all—a hockey player. Not your type. At all. But, unfortunately, your roommate. (College Athlete!Bucky)

∙ Are You Bored Yet? ✭

God, you hated Bucky. Bucky probably hated you, too. Maybe. It was hard to tell when he was drunk and calling you pretty at a party you shouldn't have gone to. (Frat!Bucky)

∙ Faking It ♡ ✭

Bucky Barnes was in love with his girl—disgustingly, annoyingly so. Enough to start fights on the ice just to make sure he saw her after a game. (College Athlete!Bucky)

∙ On the Ice

Sometimes, training gets intense. That's fine, though—Bucky'll be there to take care of his girl. (College Athlete!Bucky)

⁂ Steve Rogers ⁂

➛ One-Shots

∙ No Questions Asked ✭ ♡

Steve Rogers loved you gently, but Captain America treated you like a soldier. You learned the dangers of that dichotomy when his orders became too hard to follow.

∙ Quiet is the Life

Steve didn’t mean to fall in love with you—not when his life had become a high-speed chase, him against the law. But he did, and you brought a comfort he never thought he’d know. In return, he brought danger. You didn’t seem to mind.

∙ Rising Tide

A relationship built up from the ocean floor, you and Steve had lifetime worth of memories—most best friends did. But things were beginning to change, unspoken feelings creating a rift that cast a shadow over the bond you called home. Unfortunately for you, rip currents are often hardest to spot in the dark. (Surfer!Steve)

↣ Love Letters Writing Challenge - Masterlist

#masterlist #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes x you

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ap11fc · 3 years ago

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I Love You Too (Jana Fernandez x USWNT Reader)

As you are about to walk out of the tunnel you look to your right and see her. You've been on this journey together for what felt like forever but after getting past the Netherlands, Australia, and Canada you now play your girlfriend in the final of the 2024 Olympics.

You and Jana first met in 2018 at the U-17 FIFA Women's World Cup. It happened when you ran into her in your hotel that the two teams were sharing. Jana had told you to keep your head up after a loss in the group stage that would knock your team out of the tournament while you told her good luck for the knockout stages. Neither of you talked for a while until you sent congratulations into her DMs after seeing that they had gone on to win the tournament with her playing in every game. Our relationship spurred on from there in the way that we would call and facetime each other any time we had a chance or even fly to see each other when we got a break in our seasons.

The relationship only became official after being best friends for two years when you surprised her by finally moving clubs to Barcelona and asking her to be your girlfriend. Your families, friends, and teammates knew but the world didn't. Although, there were a few rumors after the number of times you two were seen together. You moved in together after about a year and a half, but now you are both standing next to each other getting ready to go head to head.

Christen pats you on the shoulder from behind you as both teams begin walking out of the tunnel. You give high fives to all of your teammates as you line up for the anthem. After both anthems, you send good luck to all of your Barca teammates as they pass by and Jana, who gives you a wink and your hand an extra squeeze. Your team takes the starting 11 picture then heads out to the pitch ready to go.

"Welcome to the 2024 Olympic Gold Medal Final. This match is the one we've all been waiting for. These two teams have been on fire all tournament and have shown that they both deserve to be here. Something to watch for is the young star Y/N L/N for the US, she has scored in almost every match of this tournament. As for Spain, the US will definitely need to watch out for Alexia Putellas we all know how good she is and she has been just outstanding this tournament. It'll be a real battle between these two teams tonight and I can't wait to see how it plays out."

"Oh and it's an early goal for Spain by Lucía García in the 9th minute! The United States just looked a bit confused there. It was a really good build-up and finish by Spain. The US are going to need to figure somethings out there."

"What a finish and the US are back in it after only 8 minutes! Really well done by Y/N L/N to just touch it by a sliding Mapi León and send it top corner. Nothing the keeper can really do there."

"After one half of play, we are all tied up. And what a half it was, both teams showed some real strengths. Spain started out on the front foot but the US were able to crawl their way back into it. After that second goal, the game has been back and forth but no one was able to put the ball across the line. We'll see what the second half can bring."

"And it's Spain again! Scoring the first goal of the half and putting themselves up 2-1 over the number 1 ranked team in the world. Who other than Alexia Putellas as well. She's been a rock for this Spanish team all tournament, but let's see what this US side can bring for the next 34 minutes."

"SHE DOES IT AGAIN! Y/N L/N in the 62nd. Answering Spain after just 6 minutes bringing us back level again 2-2. What a game she's had tonight!"

"Oh that'll be a heartbreaker for the US. A mistake in the back causing another goal for the world-renowned Alexia Putellas. Unlucky for the US there but they're going to have to be better if they want to win this game."

"OH MY GOODNESS Y/N L/N TO KEEP HER TEAM IN IT AT THE LAST MINUTE! The diving header off Tobin Heath's cross was just perfect. The fans in the stadium are going crazy as are her teammates on the bench. What a game! It's a hattrick for her and folks it looks like we're heading to extra time."

"With all the action in this game, there were no other goals in extra time leaving us at 3-3 for the night when heading into penalty kicks. It seems both teams have already decided their lineup for the penalties, Spain's being Mariona Caldentey, Jennifer Hermoso, Irene Paredes, Lucía García, and Alexia Putellas. The US have gone with Megan Rapinoe, Alex Morgan, Rose Lavelle, Christen Press, and Y/N L/N."

"Mariona Caldentey steps up to take it and finishes. It was a well-placed ball no way the keeper could get to it."

"Rapinoe for the United States and she scores. Megan Rapinoe with another well-taken penalty for the US."

"Jenni Hermoso scores for Spain. Naeher was close but couldn't get a finger to that one."

"It's a goal for Alex Morgan. She'll be happy will that one for sure."

"Irene Paredes for Spain and ITS SAVED! Not the best kick but Naeher guessed the right way and was able to punch it away giving an upper hand to the Americans."

"Lavelle to take it and OH MY WHAT A SAVE BY PAÑOS! Now it's back to Spain."

"Lucía García smashes it home with a great strike."

"The US need to score this one here and they do it's Christen Press. Let's see if we can find a winner with these final two penalties here."

"One of the best in the world, Alexia Putellas to take the 5th kick for Spain can she score here? YES SHE CAN! Her teammates love it so does this stadium, now it's all onto Y/N."

"If she can score here her team stays in it, if she can't then Spain will become Gold Medalist for the first time in women's football history. Y/N L/N shoots and SHES MISSED IT! It hit off the post! SPAIN WIN!! SPAIN WIN!"

You covered your face in disappointment. Hearing the Spanish team run toward their keeper you walked over toward the advertisement board to get out of the way, sliding down the side of it, and leaning up against it trying not to let your tears fall. Everything you had worked for was right in front of you and you let it slip away.

You soon felt a pair of soft hands remove yours from their place on your head. Looking up into her deep brown eyes you sensed her sympathy for you after a game of such highs and lows. As dejected as you were, you couldn't help but feel happy for her knowing how much this meant to her.

"I'm sorry", Jana started to say before you cut her off shaking your head.

"I'm so proud of you and you deserve every bit of this so enjoy it and congratulations, but I don't want to talk about it right now especially to you after you just beat me. I just need a little bit of time to think but I'll call you later. Go have fun okay?" You say with your voice shaky. You begin to walk away as you finish but she grabs your wrist pulling you back into her arms.

Your body immediately relaxes into hers as she wraps her arms around you telling you it's okay to be upset and cry.

"I love you and I'm so proud of you no matter what. Don't beat yourself up too much about it okay? Give yourself 24 hours to be upset and mad or feel any way you want to feel about it but after that start to move on, set new goals, and be ready to improve. I'll help you with whatever you need. You're a great player, everyone knows that, if they didn't then they saw it tonight. One shot does not make or break your career, " she pulled away making eye contact with you. You nodded and thanked her.

"Are you gonna be okay if I go?", She asked looking over towards her team.

"Yeah, you go, have the time of your life."

"I love you", she smiled.

"I love you too. Always", She pecked your lips before jogging over to join the celebrations.

You smiled slightly knowing that the fans were going to have a field day with that kiss.

#woso imagine #uswnt #uswnt imagine #woso #jana fernandez #fcb femeni #uswnt x reader #espwnt imagine #spain wnt #woso x reader #spain wnt x reader

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sea-owl · 2 years ago

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So Kung Fu Panda 4 is set to release in 2024 and I'm curious what they're gonna do with the villain. Because here's are past line ups:

KFP1: Tai Lung - Body and Shifu's past

KFP2: Shen - Mind and Po's past

KFP3: Kai - Spirit and Oogway's past.

Now with how close they have made Po and Tigress over the course of the franchise I'm thinking the next villain is gonna be from her past, even if she doesn't know it. I also think this next villain is gonna challenge Po on community/family.

So far with Tigress' past she has been shown to have a very similar backstory to Po, orphaned at young age and then taken in by a father figure, who ironically is much smaller than them. But unlike Po who was given unconditional love by Mr. Ping Tigress pretty much lived in the shadow of Tai Lung and Shifu's rigid expectations after the fall of his golden child. Maybe with this new villain it will force that parallel to the surface (and I finally get to see Tigress confront Shifu on his emotionally neglectful shitty child raising.)

This villain will also challenge Po when it comes to community because while yes he has finished all the villains by himself he's always had someone in his corner that has grown over each movie. First it was Shifu and Mr. Ping to an extent in the first. The second movie added the Furious Five with Tigress taking the lead, by the third movie we have added a whole panda village. It would be interesting to see a villain take away or try to take away that support. Or try to manipulate a divide between Po and Tigress with the parallel between but the differences of their emotional foundation.

I'm also willing to bet we might see Po and Tigress exploring a romantic interest in one another. Oh don't give me that look, this is the same company that hooked up a dragon and a donkey AND gave them kids. Plus the franchise has put together interspecies relationships together before with background village characters. The Nick show also gave Po two (fake) love interests before that were a sheep and snow leopard. Not to mention Shifu's ex girlfriend being a fox. The creators has put a lot of emphais on Po and Tigress' relationship that it would almost feel like a waste to side line it next movie.

#kung fu panda 4 speculations #kung fu panda #po #tigress #tipo #dreamworks animation

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acrosstobear · 2 years ago

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I mean Mick and Andreas were at the same airport at the same time and there is a pic of them together.... Perhaps conversations did happen....

listennnnnnnn i’m about to pull out some quotes here ok. here we go, this is what Andreas said when Mick started in F1:

“I think it's great that he decided to go with this abbreviation. It also warms my heart when I see MSC in the tables. Michael Schumacher was a hero from my childhood and the reason I wanted to work in Formula 1. Young driver like him also have to learn to deal with everything that happens outside the car. But I think from what we've seen of Mick so far, he has everything a top driver should have”, Seidl concluded

HENCE IT IS SO DECIDED. MICK TO SAUBER 2024 (which becomes Audi 2026).

#mick schumacher #andreas seidl #amanda answers #anon

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americancowgirl19 · 3 years ago

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Maybe There's Hope

SPOILERS FOR SPIDERMAN NO WAY HOME

Summary: In your universe you've taken up the mantle of Spider-Man when your husband tragically dies, but with the persona of S/n. So, when Peter opens the multiverse, you're sucked into his world only to find that maybe your Peter isn't as dead as you believe.

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR SPIDERMAN NO WAY HOME!, Angst, fluff, little cliffhanger

Reader: Female reader

Pairings: TASM!Peter Parker x Female Reader

Word Count: 2,451

A/n: So, I really fell in love with this fic the longer I wrote it and I'd totally be down to do more parts. Like maybe some parts before this happened in the reader and Andrew Garfield's original universe or some fics of them in Tom Hollands universe or even some after these events in their own universe if this makes sense. Also! Just so you know! m/c = Mask Color, S/n = Spider Name, b/s = best friend, n/n = nickname

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One minute you're swinging through the streets of New York and the next you're slamming right into a brick building. The hit disorients you and before you know it, you're landing roughly on the cold alley ground.

"Ow..." You whine, slowly rolling onto your side. "Haven't done that in a while..." You whisper. You push yourself onto your hands and knees before standing on your feet. "Where the hell did that building come from?" You grumble rubbing your back.

You walk to the edge of the alley and peak your head out. You confirm that you're still in New York, but something still felt off. Shooting your webs, you launch into the air.

You only go a few blocks before perching on a roof top. You look down at the street, your eyes locking on a TV in a shop window. There's a picture of a young boy with the news reporter claiming that he's Peter Parker a.k.a. Spider-Man... But how is that possible? Peter's...

"What have you gotten yourself into now, Y/n?" You mutter to yourself. "Ok, ok, ok, don't panic," You rip your m/c mask and force yourself to take deep breaths. "You're in New York but this isn't your New York. There's a Spider-Man and it's Peter Parker but... Wait..." You stand up and pace along the ledge. "This isn't... no it can't be," You shake your head before looking back at the TV. "Oh shit... Ok, it is..." You mutter seeing the date on the TV claiming that the year is 2024 when just a few seconds ago you were certain it was 2022. "Peter was right... The multiverse is real,"

A small smile cones to your lips once the realization sets in. The first thought that comes to mind is 'I can't wait to tell Peter' but it instantly ruins the mood.

"Ok Y/n we have to find a way home," you tell yourself while putting your mask back on. "Only thing is... How the hell do I get back?"

The plan you come up with isn't the best thought out plan but it's the only one you have. You naturally assumed that this universes Peter has something to do with you switching dimensions. So, to get back all you have to do is find him and have him send you back. Easy peasy.

You were careful how you traveled from one building to another. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Spider-Man isn't well liked around these parts. While you obviously weren't Spider-Man you had similar abilities and a similar suit. You didn't want to cause trouble.

You searched New York for Peter Parker. Your senses kept pulling you in certain directions and you followed them wherever they took you. After about a year of trial-and-error you've learned that trusting your instincts usually makes things a little easier.

After about ten minutes you could tell you were closing in on where Peter is. You had a feeling that the building with smoke coming out of it, surrounded by police, with a guy climbing away with his four metal arms had to be the building your senses were pulling you toward.

You landed on an adjacent roof with a view of the lobby. You eyed what was happening. There, in all the rubble you could see a bloodied Peter Parker along with a woman and a man.

You could just barely hear what was going on inside over all the noise happening outside. The woman you identified as this universe's Aunt May and the other man is someone named Norman.

Your eyes snap to a flying glider. It's inching towards the building, and you can just smell the trouble. You leap into action.

You web up the back of the glider as quickly as you can while swinging down to the ground. The glider takes off pulling you with it. You curse and drag your heels into the ground. You're thrown into a police cruiser, but you use the car as a brace.

You groan out loudly and try to pull the glider backwards. Your feet begin to dent the side door and the webs begin to snap loose. You continue to try and pull it back. It works for a few seconds before the power kicks up and the cruiser gives.

You shout as the glider pulls you into the building. You lose your grip on the webs and slam into a marble sided wall. You don't fall to the ground; your body is indented into the wall.

Before your brain can become unjumbled there's an explosion that knocks you lose from the wall. You whimper when you face connects with the ground.

You give yourself a few seconds before forcing yourself to stand up. You bend your back until it gives a satisfying pop.

"Uh... Who are you?"

Your head swivels over to Peter and his aunt. You give them an awkward wave before looking for the other guy.

"Where'd he go?" You ask, spinning around.

"He escaped," Peter tells you. Before anybody could say anything, the police begin to demand the three of you exit.

"You have to go," Aunt May says, looking at Peter. You go to agree but quiet yourself when you realize May and Peter are having a moment. Only when she says, 'and with great power, there must also come great responsibility,' do you tune back in. You remember your Peter telling you about that line and how Uncle Ben had told him that same thing.

"I hate to intrude but we really should go," You step in when the police begin to lose their patience with your lack of compliance.

"You're right," May nods. "You two need to go... Go and find the others and help them get home... I know you can go do," May whispers to Peter. He smiles and nods.

"Will you... Will you be, ok?" He asks. A second later a car pulls up.

"Yeah... I'll be ok sweetheart," May nods. "Go," She whispers. Peter glances at you and you follow him out the back. The two of you escape a few buildings down the road before coming to a stop.

"Thank you... for helping me," Peter says, looking at you. "I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't shown up,"

"All in a day's work," You lightly joke. He smiles a bit, and you take your mask off. "Y/n," You introduce yourself.

"Oh, right, uh, Peter... Uh, Peter Parker," He holds his hand out and you shake it.

"I kind of put that together," You jest.

"So, you're uh... You're Spider-Man er Girl or- I uh- I mean Woman... Person?" Peter asks, awkwardly. You couldn't help but to smile and laugh goodheartedly. He may not be your Peter Parker but he's so similar that it brings you a bit of comfort.

"I go by S/n," you tell him.

"Awesome," He whispers looking genuinely amazed. "And the suit looks great... is that-" Before you know it the two of you get lost in a discussion on what your suits are made of and are capable of. His suit is, without a doubt, higher tech than yours but his amazement with your get-up is a confidence booster.

"So... How'd all this happen?" You ask him.

"Uh... It's a long story," He admits rubbing the back of his neck. "But I have a plan on how to get everyone home,"

"Well, I guess that is the important part... How can I help?"

He goes to pull out his phone only to find it completely destroyed. His shoulders drop and he tosses the phone to the side.

"Plan B?" You ask. Peter thinks for a moment.

"Ok... Follow me," The two of you pull your masks on and simultaneously leap off the roof. He leads you to a school where he makes a call with one of the phones.

"Everything alright?" You ask from the science stool when he hangs up.

"Yeah... My girlfriend and best friend are on their way," he tells you. "With two other Spider-Man's er Spider-Men?" He asks before shrugging. "Honestly, I never thought of the possibility of me being... a girl... in another universe," Peter states awkwardly. "That's weird... ignore what I said," You laugh softly.

"I'm not you Peter," you tell him.

"I married into the family," You explain.

"Oh?" He perks up. You nod and hang your head a little bit.

"Peter and I were best friends since we were kids, but it wasn't until college we got together," You explain. You begin to smile as you think about it. "I don't know how it happened... I can't remember when it shifted from friends to... something more," you say, looking up at him. "But once it happened... it was the happiest time of my life," You whisper.

"How'd you become... like me?" Peter asks. Your smile drops and so does Peter. Before he can take his question back, you're explaining.

"In my universe... my Peter is... dead," you tell him.

"Oh... I'm sorry," Peter mutters. You give him a small smile before taking a deep breath.

"A few years later somehow some scientist got ahold of Peter's blood. He was using it to make a serum to create another Spider-Man. I was afraid they'd use it for the wrong reasons and tarnish everything Peter had worked for so... I broke into the building and destroyed what I could find and created a small fire," you said with an innocent shrug.

"Did it work?" He asks, an intrigued boyish grin on his face.

"Eh... Kinda," you said vaguely. He stares at you until you elaborate. "I got into a fight with the scientist while holding the vile with Peter's blood. It broke and the glass cut my hand and his blood mixed with mine. That plus the scientist thought that in the middle of a now raging ire was a great time to try out the serum on me. I woke up in his home. He underestimated just how strong the serum made me and I escaped an hour after I woke up,"

"And now you're S/n," He states, and you nod. "How long has it been since..."

"Peter's been gone for three years and I've been like this for just over a year now," you tell him trying to remain in control of your emotions.

"Well, I think you're doing an amazing job. I mean with the suit and how you just swung in like that," Peter geeked.

"Thanks..." You say feeling slightly awkward.

You both sensed the others at the same time. Your heads snapped toward the entrance. Peter took off once he saw his girlfriend and best friend. You stayed in your seat as the other two Spider-Man's slipped passed them and into the room.

If you had been holding onto something it would be on the floor. You were surprised you didn't fall right out of your seat.

"Y/n?" Peter asks, tilting his head. "What are you doing here? You got sucked in too? What are you wearing?" He asks, walking closer to you. "I thought you were at b/f house tonight,"

"Peter..." You whisper, slowly standing up. "Peter? My-my Peter?" You whisper, tears filling your eyes. He looked the same as the last night you saw him. The eyes were the same and the hair is still a cute, jumbled mess.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, relax, what's wrong?" He asks, instantly closing the gap between the two of you. He gently wipes the stray tears running down your cheeks. "N/n, what's wrong?"

"Peter," You breathe out before leaping into his arms. He instantly returns the hug with equal ferocity. You begin to sob into his shoulder while clawing at his back.

"Shh... it's alright, I've got you n/n," He whispers, gently petting the back of your head while rocking you. "What's wrong, baby?" He asks, quietly.

"I missed you so much," You whisper. You force yourself to lean back in order to see his face. You yank your gloves off in over to feel his skin. "You're here... You're real..." You whisper. Peter's eyes slowly begin to dull as he realizes why you're reacting like this.

"What happened?" Peter asks.

"You were stopping a robbery," You whisper, refusing to look away from his eyes. "It was something you had done a million times before... It's just that this time there were too many bullets for you to dodge," Your hands run over his chest, and you press certain spots. "I was across the street. I had been walking home from work and you were watching to make sure I was safe when everything happened," Every spot on his chest you pressed against was where the bullets had hit him. "Your shoulder was first. It knocked you off the ceiling. I screamed for you to run but you didn't. There were so many of them..." You whisper more tears falling down your face. "You were so close until one hit right here," Your hand slithers around his back. Your fingers press into the base of his spine. "You were paralyzed, and they just opened fire,"

"How long?" Peter whispers, his grip tightening around you.

"3 years, 5 months, 2 week and 4 days," you tell him.

"Oh, baby," Peter whispers, tears coming to his eyes as he pulls you back to his chest. "I'm so sorry," He holds you as tight as he can. "I'm so sorry,"

"Don't leave me again... Please," You beg him.

"I won't," He vows. "I'll find a way," He promises you. "If we can fix these guys and change their fate then why can't we do the same? Huh?" Peter asks. You lift your head to look at him. "If we, do it right then maybe we can make it to where I never die and none of this ever happens,"

"I don't care as long as I get you," You whisper. Peter smiles pressing his head against yours. "I have to ask you something..." He hums quietly. "Did you geek out when you realized the multiverse is real?" You ask him.

"110%," Peter nods causing you to smile broadly.

"I knew you would," You whisper. "I love you," you tell him, tracing his jawline with your fingertips.

"I love you too, baby," He whispers. He glances down at your lip, but he hesitates. You smile and make the first move like you had the very first time you two shared a kiss.

When your lips met his it felt like everything was finally in place. The hole in your chest began to close. Hope began to fill your heart. Maybe there is hope for the two of you.

#spiderman #x fem!reader #x female reader #x reader #x female!reader #female!reader #fanfiction #fanfic #spiderman no way home #the amazing spiderman #andrew garfield #spiderman x reader #spiderman x female!reader

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piedpiperslists · 2 years ago

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JJK: Agent / Cop / Spy AU

List of all Jungkook fics under 'Agent / Cop / Spy' AU:

* ² - two shots s - contains smut

* Last updated: 18/02/2024

D R A B B L E S

Pow by hamsterclaw s Batman au Summary: Your job is to keep Gotham city safe, but you spend more of your time keeping Catboy aka Jeon Jungkook out of trouble.

The one with Jungkook and the sharpshooter by eoieopda enemies to lovers Summary: You didn’t plan this far ahead. You should have.

* The Suspenders by kpopfanfictrash Brooklyn 99 au Summary: A Brooklyn 99 inspired drabble, featuring Jungkook as Peralta, Namjoon as Holt, and I’ll let you guess the rest.

* The Criminal by kpopfanfictrash Brooklyn 99 au Summary: A follow-up drabble to my Brooklyn 99 drabble entitled The Suspenders. AKA we finally find out who Taehyung is in this BTS/B99 themed fic-verse.

O N E S H O T S

Afterburner by hamsterclaw s wc~8k / fighter pilot!Jungkook, fighter pilot!reader, coworkers au Summary: All Jungkook's ever wanted to do is fly, and he's damned good at it. Then you turn up, and get under his skin.

Covert Affairs by sunshinerainbowsbts s wc~4.3k / angst, spy!Jungkook, spy!reader, enemies au Summary: The five times you cross paths with legendary spy Jeon Jungkook.

Crosshairs by junghelioseok s wc~10.5k / secret agent au Summary: He’s never letting you out of his line of sight again.

Dark and Dangerous by whatifyoulivelikethat s wc~7.2k / blind!reader, hitman au Summary: You were the love of my life / The darkness, the light / This is a portrait of a tortured you and I / Is this the end?

Fortuity by yoontopia wc~7.7k / detective!Jungkook, detective!reader, childlhood friends to lovers Summary: When a case forces you to re-visit your hometown, you’re also forced to re-visit your past and one particular Jeon Jungkook, your childhood friend, and the man you’d fallen in love with – while he’d been been engaged to someone else.

OREOs… and Electroshock Couples Therapy by ladyartemesia wc~3.3k / police detective!Jungkook, police detective!reader, rivals to lovers, fake dating Summary: You and infuriating precinct playboy Jeon Jungkook go undercover to lure out a killer targeting engaged couples. Literally nothing goes according to plan…

Selcouth by 99liners s wc~7k / detective!reader, established relationship Summary: Jeongguk is your weeb boyfriend and you are the perfect weeb waifu but he doesn’t know yet how much of a badass girl boss you are. Basically, he turns into :o emoji.

Soft by hamsterclaw s wc~5.7k / cop!Jungkook, autopsy technician!reader Summary: Jungkook doesn't think of himself as being overly emotional. Why does everyone keep telling him he wears his heart on his sleeve?

Tag by hamsterclaw s wc~8.8k / graffiti artist!Jungkook, cop!reader, ex-FWB Summary: You met Jungkook years ago, when you were a rookie cop and he was brought in for defacing public property. Now he's an established artist, and a chance encounter brings you together.

Velvet Cherry by jeonqkooks s wc~5.9k / exes to lovers, agent au Summary: You can't find it in yourself to care about anything, not when he's looking at you like that. Like if you were to die, there's not a single part of him that would hesitate to follow.

Young Spy by jeonstudios wc~11.6k / spy!Jungkook, mafia au Summary: Three down, many to go as bad men are meeting their deaths tonight. The brown-haired one, who’s next in line, has given up his fight. Will you make it in time?

T W O S H O T S / S E R I E S

Airplane, Pt. 2 by xjoonchildx s criminal!Jungkook, agent!reader Summary: Jungkook Jeon stole six million dollars. It’s your job to bring him home. But finding him – and keeping him in one place is not that simple. Then shit gets weird.

Criminal by hamsterclaw s criminal lawyer!Jungkook, police detective!reader Summary: You and your partner, Taehyung, are investigating the murder of a lawyer. Your investigation forces you to uncover truths that hit a little too close to home.

Empty Space ² by ahundredtimesover s police officer!Jungkook, ex-FWB Summary: It started as friendship, turned to a casual fuck, then ended in heartbreak. Turns out, he wasn’t who he said he was, and years later he enters your life again, forcing you to face all the emotions you’d been trying to bury. OR Officer Jeon looks really hot in his uniform and you wish you didn’t hate him as much as you do.

#jjk list #jungkook fic

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gayofthefae · 2 years ago

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MAYBE buckle up for some general audience Byler posts because I just gaslit my friend HARD into thinking I hadn’t totally spoiled Stranger Things for her.

So she doesn’t really follow pop culture or fact check pop culture stuff on google and also she is notorious for forgetting major plot points I’ve spoiled very quickly. Her record is [9-1-1 spoilers] forgetting I told her Eddie got shot within a day [end of spoiler].

So I was telling her about Stranger Things and spoiling it for her bc she doesn’t watch it and then I was like “damn I wish I hadn’t so I could send you in blind and hear what you have to say and kinda live vicariously through your first watch” yk?

And then I said MOSTLY AS A JOKE BECAUSE I DID NOT THINK IT WOULD WORK: Unrelated! There’s this other cool DnD show called Stranger Things you should watch. And she was like “Isn’t that what we were just talking about?” and I doubled down and said NO. The one we were just talking about was the Snape kid one (she thinks Mike looks like a young Snape). And she was just like...oh okay.

And then I thought she caught me because she was like “hold on” and sent a YouTube link and I thought it was gonna be like a clip of a plot point I told her titled “Stranger Things” or something. But it was just a DnD podcast and we started talking about that instead.

I asked her to watch it and she said usually she wouldn’t but because she loved my 9-1-1 recommendation I was earning some points with her. So she’s gonna text me if/when she starts it. And then she went to sleep.

So ummmm.....yeah basically

tldr: I spoiled Stranger Things for my friend then as a joke said “I wish I hadn’t spoiled Stranger Things for you because then I could send you in blind and hear your thoughts but you should watch this other show Stranger Things.” And she caught me for a second but I doubled down and then we changed the subject and the conversation ended. Also, she is notorious for forgetting things so the odds that she doesn’t catch on are higher than you think.

My one concern is that she will recognize Steve because she recognized him beforehand but if she does I’m just gonna tell her “haha he has a crazy specific typecast for DnD shows amiright?” and if she asks what the other show is called I’m prepared to say “I won’t tell you so that maybe someday you forget and I can recommend it to you” because I’m a meta evil genius like that. And since she’s likely to forget the plot points, she could actually probably talk to people about the show without my lie getting busted. I mean, I hope she doesn’t and she’s unlikely to anyways but...this is actually kind of weirdly air tight.

My goal is to stay friends with her through 2024/the season 5 release and have her believe it the whole time and tell her after the finale. But I am feeling fucking maniacle right now.

Oh also! She doesn’t know them by their names. I mentioned briefly at the beginning Steve, Mike, and Will but that was around the same time I said “Stranger Things” and she forgot that. For the rest of the conversation, I just referred to them as “Snape, Enola, and Bowlcut”

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lovelytaes-blog · 4 years ago

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colours: epilogue - kth

pairings: singledad!taehyung x artist!reader

synopsis: when you meet a little girl at a park by chance, who would've thought that you'd be falling in love with the man who had the exact same boxy smile as her in such little time?

genre: angst, fluff, smut (18+); strangers to lovers

warning(s): fluff, domestic lovin', unprotected sex(pls be safe), face-sitting, love making, biting, slight nipple play, oral sex (f.&m.receiving), praise kink.

word count: 9.1k

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3 years later…

“What about this?” Taehyung asks while lifting up a paint set, threading his fingers through his now chocolate coloured hair; just last month Taehyung had decided to go for a chocolate colour, rather than keeping his golden blonde hair—which you were a little sad about, but this hair colour suited him too.

Was there really a hair colour or style that your boyfriend couldn’t pull off?

“Oouu!” You squealed coming closer to him and examining his paint selection, giving him a thumbs up you placed it into your basket. Your eyes scanned the aisles of the store, trying to find the right paintbrush set that you found online at your normal arts and crafts store, but unfortunately they were out of stock at that particular place; so, Taehyung and you had decided to stop by this store in hopes to find the perfect gift for the little girl.

Aera’s 6th birthday party was approaching quickly, and just like the past three years, both you and Taehyung are on a time crunch. Lately the two of you have been super busy with work; you with art galleries and exhibitions, and Taehyung with meetings with other designer brands to prepare for their 2024 Spring collection release dates. So, here you two were, just a week away from Aera’s 6th birthday and struggling to find her the perfect gift. Every year it gets harder to buy her something—Taehyung being the parent that needs to top the gifts from the previous year, it becomes quite challenging to continuously search for the best gift. So, this year, you decided that since Aera has been spending tons of time with you in your studio, you’ve noticed how much she truly enjoys painting on canvases with your supplies—and she was damn good at it too. Of course, with her still being so young, she was no Leonardo Da Vinci, but she sure knew how to use a paintbrush, she was arguably better than any other five-year-old you had ever seen. She really has an eye for the arts, you recalled the time that you went on vacation with her and Taehyung to Japan on one of his work trips, and you two spent the day at the art museum; she was telling you how she learned some new colours by watching old Bob Ross videos, where she shocked you by pointing out the difference between titanium white and zinc white—to which, you being a professional artist, couldn’t even tell the difference. But that trip definitely opened your eyes, Taehyung’s too, on how talented Aera really is in terms of painting and art.

“I found it!” You shrieked, bolting towards the last paintbrush set that you had been looking for. Stumbling over your own feet, and Taehyung snickering behind you, you snatch the very last paintbrush set, fist pumping in the air at your victory, and tossing it into the basket.

“Wow,” Taehyung breathed out while he trailed behind you, “I can’t believe that it took us this long to find all those supplies.”

You snorted, setting the basket down and scanning each item at the self check out, “Maybe we wouldn’t have been so stressed out if we had started this sooner.” The two of you laughed at the thought as you continued to pay for the items.

“Guess it’s what happens with being so busy.” Taehyung huffed out running his fingers through his hair, “But we’ve been making it work for the past three years, so we’re doing something right, right?”

Smiling up at him, you grabbed his hand, interlacing your fingers and heading for the exit, “Yeah, we are.”

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“Have you and Tae talked about moving in together?” Mi-ha asked with a mouthful of noodles.

“Yeah, it’s been like what? Three years now?” Haru chimes in.

It was now Wednesday; you and the girls were finally able to take time out of your busy schedules to set aside a full day together to catch up and hang out without any kids, boyfriends, and husbands. It was nice to finally have some girl time after being swamped with work, watching Aera when Tae was away for business, and other housekeeping things that just got in the way.

“Yeah—about two and half years, coming up onto three.” You hummed, taking a sip of water, “I guess I never really thought about it…”

That wasn’t a complete lie. Both you and Taehyung have talked about moving in with each other before; you’d sell your apartment and stay with him and Aera, of course residing in his bedroom. But that was it, really. You both hadn’t gone further in depth in actually moving in, especially with how busy you both have been for the past few years of being together. However, you practically lived with Taehyung anyways; around your second year together, he had cleared out a portion of his closet for you to keep some clothes there for when you stay over. It wasn’t too often, most times you’d stay over Friday night and then take Aera with you to your art classes for 9, while Tae stayed in bed, then you two would come back with breakfast for him.

“Hey, can I ask you something? I don’t really know if it’d offend you… But I’m curious.” Seung asks while putting a dumpling on her plate. You looked around the table to find that each of the girls had their eyes trained on their plates of food, eating quietly.

“Uhm… Sure?” You respond, feeling slightly uncomfortable with the quietness around the table.

“Does Aera still see Isla?” Seung asks, now staring at you with a questioning look. You did, in fact, tell them about your encounter with Isla and how you had offered her to continue to somewhat be in Aera’s life—they thought you were brave for that. They were worried that you’d feel like you were intruding on their family by being in the picture while Isla was too; but you really couldn’t feel it in that way. The way you had seen Isla interact with Taehyung that day—she wasn’t malicious at all, she definitely was not your typical baby mama ex-girlfriend story, Isla wasn’t an awful person.

“No, not really.” You say, “I think she appreciated that offer, to try and be in Aera’s life, but a year after that conversation, Isla sent us the same documents, all signed, and told us that her and her fiancé are moving to America… And that she wants Taehyung and Aera to have a fresh start with me… So…” You trailed off, shifting uncomfortably in your seat while you waited for the girls to respond.

“Whoa.”

“What?”

“Damn—she really just… left?”

You nodded, “Yeah… It came as a shock to us too, she seemed like she really wanted to co-parent or whatever, but I guess not?”

“And what about Aera? Does she ever ask about her?” Hyuna questions.

You shook your head, “No, and she doesn’t ask Taehyung where her mom is… In fact,” You paused, “Aera doesn’t ask for her mom at all? I remember that day at Yoon-ji’s birthday, a few years ago, and Aera told me that they went to see her mom… But like, that was the first and last time I ever heard her say the word.”

“Hm… I mean, is that really an issue?” Sarang asks gently, “Isla wasn’t ever around anyways.” The rest of the girls nodded. You pursed your lips.

“I guess not, but I still feel bad I guess.” You shrugged reaching over and stuffing your mouth with a dumpling.

“You shouldn’t,” Rae says, reaching over to clasp your shoulder with her hand, “You’re doing a fine job with helping Taehyung raise her, Y/n. Truly, they’re both so lucky to have you.” You blushed at her words, shaking your head, and waving a hand.

“Me? N-no. I’m just loving them both like they deserve; you can’t love just one of them, they come together.” You proceeded to reach for another dumpling, popping it into your mouth.

However, you didn’t notice the rest of the girls admiring you, thinking the same things. You were younger than them, at 25 years old now, and still as smitten over Taehyung and Aera as you were when you had first met them at 22. They were glad that someone loved their friend and his daughter as much as you did—truly, they were grateful for you and all that you’ve done for Taehyung. They stared at each other as they watched their younger sister—something they had always thought of you—happily chewing on another dumpling that you had popped into your mouth, smiling contently that they have gained another amazing female into their friend group, an amazing girl that had mend the heart of their long-time friend.

“What?” You asked them with your mouth full and curious eyes, the rest of the girls giggled and waved in dismissal.

“We’re just grateful that you’re in our lives.” Haru states with a grin. You suddenly feel a wave of contentment, your heart leaps in your chest that these girls were grateful for you; because you were just as grateful for them, you’ve always had Mi-ha, and you will always love her, but now that you were surrounded by so much love from the others, you were feeling choked up and overwhelmed with the tenderness that filled the air of the room.

“Yeah…” You grinned, “I am too.”

“Anyone know what the boys are up to today?”

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“Have you figured out when you’re gonna propose?” Namjoon asks while pulling Yoon-ji’s hair up into a ponytail.

The boys were all currently at Haru and Jungkook’s house, watching the kids while their women were out together. The boys never minded spending time together with their kids, if anything they enjoyed their daddy time with them. It still baffles their minds that they’ve all been friends for so long and now they were parents together; it was almost like yesterday they were in college and rioting around like the rowdy boys they were.

“Yeah, it’s been, like what? Three years?” Jungkook asks while snuggling a sleeping Youngji into his chest.

“Two and half, almost three,” Taehyung corrects, tilting his head back to finish the rest of his water before placing the cup back on the table, “but, yeah—three.”

“Are you gonna?”

Taehyung nods, “Yeah—I think I am.” For the past six months, Taehyung had been dropping subtle hints, that you thankfully haven’t picked up on even though they were the most obvious hints any one has ever heard. Every time the three of you went out, he would always point out a bunch of engagement rings, asking which ones you liked and what you didn’t; he’d ask you what kind of diamond cut you’d want and would ask you to try on the rings he selected to ensure your ring size. Very obvious things that definitely indicated that he was going to propose sometime soon—but you just… Didn’t pick up on it. It was almost comedic to Taehyung, you were such a bright and intelligent woman, but you couldn’t even tell that your own boyfriend was going to propose to you.

“I was planning to do it around New Year’s.” Taehyung concludes clasping his hands in his lap, earning loud cheering from the boys, before Jungkook loudly shushes them, glaring hard at the boys while gesturing to the sleeping five-year-old in his arms.

“That’s damn cute,” Yoongi smirks, “you nervous?”

Taehyung was extremely nervous.

He couldn’t understand why because he knows you. You would say yes in a heartbeat, coming up onto your third year together, he knows for certain that you’d say yes. He was more so nervous about Aera’s reaction. He wasn’t sure if she’d be weirded out by it, or if she even understood what the term marriage even means, but he still felt the anxiety that resides inside him; it’s a big step in your relationship, and he just wanted it all to be perfect. He knows that he loves you, you love him; Aera loves you, and you love her. So, really, what’s there to be worried about?

“Kinda?” Taehyung admits with a sigh, “I-I just don’t wanna fuck things up, yenno?” Licking his lips and staring at the ground, “I know that I shouldn’t be because it’s Y/n. She’s literally amazing and I know she loves me, loves Aera too if not more than me, but I think I’m more worried about Aera? She knows that Y/n and I are together, romantically speaking, but I don’t know if she really understands that? Or if she even realizes that Y/n’s not her biological mom?”

Jin sighs, turning his body towards the younger man, “But does that matter if Y/n isn’t the woman that gave birth to her? She’s literally been with you both since Aera was three—while Aera’s actual mom walked out on you, tried to come back in, but then walked right back out.” Jin points out, now leaning forward, “and I don’t know about you, but Y/n sure as hell is more of a mother figure to Aera than Isla ever was.”

“Yeah, Tae,” Hobi agrees, “I’m sure when the time is right, you’ll be able to explain it to her how Y/n is her step-mom. And even then, she really deserves that, that mom title… She really did do a lot for you guys in terms of giving you both the love and care you guys deserve.”

Taehyung deflates rubbing his face, “Yeah, I know… I-“ He pauses, “I really love her guys… She’s seriously it for me.”

Jimin whistles, immediately throwing his arms around his best friend, “Guys! She’s done it! Y/nie made our Taehyungie believe in love again!”

Tae shoves Jimin off chuckling, “Quit it, I’ve always been in love with her, we’ve been together for like three years, obviously I’ve been in love.”

“Ha,” Namjoon chuckles, watching Yoon-ji running around the living area with Mujin chasing her, while Ji-hoon and Yuna trailing behind them, “It’s seriously so nice to see you truly happy!”

“Yah! You were so miserable some days that it was so hard to enjoy our time together.” Yoongi butts in clicking his tongue.

“Says you,” Hobi hissed at their older friend, “You’re literally mean and miserable to everyone all the time!”

“Hobi-hyung, relax, will you? I don’t think hyung meant it maliciously.” Jimin interrupts, bouncing Soomi on his leg as he watched with a hidden smirk at their older friends arguing with each other. Not that, that was out of the ordinary for Yoongi and Hobi.

“Well, I will relax when Hobi stops attacking me.” Yoongi interrupts before Hobi could counter, his arms crossed across his broad chest while he smirks teasingly at Hobi, knowing full well that he was getting on the younger friend’s nerves. Through the years of their friendship, it became apparent that Yoongi enjoyed teasing Hoseok because he simply enjoys seeing him flustered and not his usual bubbly self.

“Was I—” Hobi turns to Namjoon and Taehyung who were already in fits of giggles, while Jin was snickering into his hand to avoid the wrath of Jung Hoseok, as they watch his face contort in anger and confusion, “How am I even attacking you if what I’m saying is true!”

“Okay, rela—”

“Doesn’t mean you need to throw it in my face, I’ll have you know, I’m a joy to have around, thank you very much!”

“I never even—Did I say that? Did I say that Yoongi-hyung wasn’t fun to be around? I literally just—"

“Can you guys shut up!” Jungkook yells, covering his son’s ears, “For the love of fuck, I just put him to sleep, can you please keep your damn voices down?”

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“Jagi! Have you seen my tie?”

It was now Aera’s birthday. The last two weeks haven’t been as hectic as you thought that it would be. You were still running around figuring out what kind of cake she wanted, the catering (which just ended up being Jin and Yoongi offering to cook for the weekend), and of course, the desserts that Aera wanted to snack on after the initial party. You and Taehyung have decided to get her cake made at Taehyung’s favorite cookie shop (He insisted that Aera wants a cookie cake, but you were slightly convinced that the cake was really for him—but he tried to convince you otherwise…)

“Uhmm, check the bathroom?” You called out as you finished putting Aera’s hair in little space buns with a smile, “There all done! C’mon, let’s go see if your dad found his tie.” The two of you giggled, making your way to Taehyung’s room from Aera’s, only to be greeted with a calmer looking Tae, who was quickly tying his tie and adjusting it to his liking.

“Daddy, you look so handsome!”

It never failed to amaze you at how great Aera’s speech is. At 6 (as of today), her speech has improved tremendously that it made you nostalgic whenever you remember her having a hard time pronouncing her ‘Ls’, along with her having trouble remembering how to pronounce certain words.

“Ah,” Taehyung spins around quickly scooping up his not-so-little girl into his strong arms and spinning her around, “Thank you, flower—don’t you look super pretty for your special day?” Taehyung grumbles out, smothering Aera in kisses, while she squeals.

This was the sight that you could never get tired of seeing. Day in and day out, the amount of love Tae shows Aera warms your heart every time; he is such an amazing dad, so understanding, so loving, so patient. Anyone who walks past you three on the streets gushes at how in love Taehyung is with his daughter—

“Daddy, stop!” Aera screeches pushing Taehyung’s face with both her hands, “I’m not a baby anymore! I am six!”

“Excuse me?” Taehyung’s laughter stops abruptly as he stared dumbfounded at the little girl in his arms, “Listen here, missy,” You could hear the light teasing in his voice; however, you knew that he was just trying to mask his utter shock at Aera’s choice of words.

“You, Kim Aera, still, and will always be my little girl. No ifs, ands, or buts, my flower.” He boops her nose with his index finger, chuckling.

“Alrighty, miss not-so-little Aera, I think your Aunties and Uncles, and your cousins are all waiting on you Miss birthday girl.” You interrupted, while Aera wiggles out of her dad’s grasp and bolts out of the room, her feet thumping as she makes her way down the stairs.

“Where did the time go?” Taehyung breathes out, now watching the opened door, “Did you hear her, Y/n? “I’m not a baby anymore, I am six!” Pfft, the nerve of that child.” Taehyung mocks crossing his arms and pouting, “You raise a child for six years and she thinks that she doesn’t need you anymore the minute she turns six… Six, Y/n! She can’t even drive! Where is she gonna go!”

You stifled your laughs, wrapping your arms around your very upset boyfriend, “Oh, Tae, relax will you? You’re so sensitive—”

“Me? Sensitive? I’m not—”

“Okay, Mr. I’m-not-sensitive-but-I-actually-am,” You mocked leading him towards the door, “We’ve got guests to entertain, mouths to feed, and candles to blow.” You usher him out of your shared room.

“I know what you can blow—”

“Taehyung, if you’re about to say what I think you’re about to say, so help me God—”

“—my big dick.”

“—I fucking can’t with you.”

You smack the back of Taehyung’s head as the two of you stumble down the stairs, only for your ears to greet the sound of little feet running around Taehyung’s house, the laughter of your friends, and the quiet playing of music in the background. Aera had insisted that on her birthday, she wanted you to play some of your old music that you listened to, which all consisted of old r&b, rap, hip hop, and other genres. You had to make sure that you played the clean versions of each song, for obvious reasons. Right now, an old song by Ja Rule and JLO was softly plaything through the surround-sound system that Taehyung had gotten installed two years ago for his 26th birthday, since he wanted to be able to have, and you quote, bumpin’ tunes all night long.

Needless to say, the tunes weren’t the only things, bumpin’, that night.

“Finally.” A presence finds its way beside you, only for you to see Mi-ha smiling, “Were you two busy or something?”

Smacking Mi-ha’s arm gently, “Ew,” You scrunch your face, “Mi-ha, that’s gross. You guys are all here!”

“Excuse me?” Taehyung gasps beside you, “I know that my girlfriend did not just say ‘ew’ to the thought of me fuc—”

“I swear to fuck, Taehyung if you even finish that sentence.” You hissed pointing a finger at him.

Mi-ha cackles beside you, “She says ‘ew’, knowing damn well that on our annual camping trip you and Tae were busy fu—”

“Okay, why is everyone attacking me today?” You wailed, your shoulders slumping, “It’s Aera’s birthday, guys. Can we please keep it PG? And can we please keep our sex life quiet?” You glared at Taehyung who was sheepishly looking away, finding the pink and purple balloons that were decorating his living room rather interesting.

“Hyung!” Taehyung bolts from your eyes and rushes towards Yoongi who had just walked in with a plate full of food, that he probably made on the grill outside. Trailing behind him, Jin walks in with two more plates of roasted vegetables, his twins running around his legs, giggling.

“Where do you want these?” Yoongi asks, while he idly stands in the middle of the living room, Taehyung points towards his kitchen and the three of them head over. Jin and Yoongi greeted you with smiles while they walked passed you, and Taehyung quickly kisses your cheek, in attempts to soothe out your glare that quickly dispersed at his cute gesture.

“Auntie Y/n?” Aera pats your thighs as she glances up at you with a grin, “May I go to Auntie Rae’s and Uncle Hobi’s tonight? Muji wants to show me the new switch game he got! I think Nari, the twins, and Eonnie are going over too!”

“Hm…” You hummed, pretending to be deep in thought, “Did Aunty Rae ask you?”

Aera nods with a smile.

“Do you really wanna go?”

Aera nods again.

“How about you go ask your dad, he can’t say no to you, sweets.” You suggest. There were times that Aera would ask you for things, ever since she was three. She’d come to you more often than her dad sometimes, whether she wanted sweets, salty snacks, or a new marker from the arts store. However, you and Taehyung had set some ground rules ever since the two of you had become official. For starters, you knew your place. You were not Aera’s actual parent, and you were okay with that. Therefore, you weren’t allowed to scold her or get angry at her in the same way Taehyung could—simply because that was his daughter. You also felt as if it wasn’t your place to scold her either; you also weren’t sure if Taehyung knew that you knew that Aera wanted to start calling you mom. Ever since that night, Aera hasn’t brought up the idea and neither did you nor Taehyung. You didn’t want to sway Aera, feeling that if she decides to call you mom you wanted it to be on her accord—not because you wanted her to, or Taehyung wanted her to, but because you wanted Aera to truly see you as a mother figure. You weren’t in a rush for her to label you either; you and Aera’s relationship was doing great, you really didn’t mind her calling you Auntie.

So deep in your thoughts, you didn’t hear Taehyung exit his kitchen to find you.

“Ask daddy what?” Taehyung hums behind you, snaking his arms around your waist, kissing your temple.

“May I spend the night at Aunty Rae’s and Uncle Hobi’s? Everyone’s going!” Aera pouts—the pout that she knows works fairly well with Taehyung, the pout he literally cannot say no to.

“Hm…” Taehyung teasingly hums, “Do you really want to go?”

Aera nods excitedly, “Yes, please!”

“And will you do everything your Uncle Hobi and Aunty Rae says?”

“Yup!”

“Even when daddy tells Uncle Hobi bedtime is at 8?”

“Yes…” Aera quietly says, nodding her head.

“Did you ask Aunty Y/n?”

Your eyes widen, “Hey, no,” You put your arms up at you stare that the two identical Kim’s, “Don’t bring me into this, you’re her dad.”

What came out of Aera’s mouth next made your heart almost thump out of your chest.

“But you’re my mom!” She whines, “and mom said to ask you!”

Both you and Taehyung were stunned to hear the m-word leave Aera’s mouth—sure you’ve heard it before when Taehyung wasn’t around, but you were sure it was like, a slip of the tongue—but here Aera was, dropping the m-bomb in front her dad, so casually too.

“I—wha—” You sputter out as you froze, your brain short circuiting.

“Aera—” Taehyung begins, but he gets interrupted by Jin calling everyone to eat. Aera smiles at the two of you before barreling into your legs and hugging your legs.

“Yay! Thanks guys!”

Leaving both you and Taehyung stunned at the little girl, who didn’t realize what she had just done to your heart.

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You plopped yourself in bed beside Taehyung, who was already on his side scrolling on his phone lazily.

The party was well over 3 hours ago, but it took both you and Taehyung at least 2 hours to clean up everything, tuck away the balloons, put away the dishes, dusting, sweeping; and now, you were finally done. Taehyung had opted to do the upstairs and going over to Hobi and Rae’s house, an hour after Aera had initially left, to bring her the toothbrush she had left behind. Thankfully Hobi and Rae lived just ten minutes away from your home. It was nice that all the boys were within the same area—you weren’t sure if that was planned, but you were thankful for it, nonetheless. Often times, Aera spent the day with Haru and Jungkook if you and Taehyung had to run errands that would bore her, or she simply didn’t feel like going. Luckily for the two of you, your friends live just a few blocks down for yours, so after the errands, or whatever event was happening, it wasn’t uncommon to shortly find yourselves there after, just gathering together with your families for the evening.

“Are we just going to ignore the fact that Aera just called you mom?” Taehyung questions, nonchalantly. You paused before turning to face him.

“I didn’t—” You uttered out, “Are you mad?”

“Huh?” Taehyung peers up from his phone, locking it and placing it by his bedside table, “Jagi,” His voice is soft, arms encircling around your waist, tugging you closer to him, “why would I be mad?” He chuckles, nuzzling into your hair, peppering featherlike kisses against you.

You melted against his touch, pressing yourself to him and relishing in the warmth of him, “I don’t know…” You sighed, “I-I didn’t want to overstep any of the boundaries, I’m not really her mom.” You frowned. You never told anyone, maybe other than Mi-ha, but sometimes you had wished that you had met Taehyung earlier, you had wished that you attended more of Yoon-ji’s birthday parties that way maybe you would’ve met Taehyung sooner, maybe you should’ve went to the cookie place more, would you have met Taehyung there by chance? If all of these scenarios were to happen, would Aera have really been yours then?

“Hey,” Taehyung whispers, his eyes filled with worry, he brushes his fingers across your eyes wiping away the tears that you didn’t even realize were falling, “hey, hey…” He soothes gently, stroking your cheeks and angling your face up, “Why are you crying, pretty girl? What’s gotten you so upset?” He waits as you breath in and out, timing your breathing with his, while he just lays with you, the pads of his thumbs soothing your cheeks.

“I’m-“ You hiccupped, “sorry, I don’t know. I just-“ Taehyung waits patiently, humming quietly to relax you, “Sometimes, I wonder if I had attended more of Yoon-ji’s parties where you all were invited, would I have met you sooner? Would we be where we are now, together? Would Aera have really been mine?”

Taehyung’s heart swelled at the sight of you so upset over something as insignificant as you not being the birth mother of his child. To him, Aera is yours as much as she is his, he’s always thought that, even when the two of you had just begun dating—maybe even earlier, but regardless; in his eyes, you are Aera’s mother—always has, always will be. He can feel his heart breaking as he watches another tear slip from your eyes, brushing it away again before giving you a smile.

“Is this what you think of?” He asks gently, to which you shyly nod, suddenly feeling small under his gaze. Taehyung chuckles before pressing his forehead to yours and capturing your lips in his with a sweet kiss.

“Y/n,” He pulls away staring at you, “jagi, you’re so damn cute.” He chortles out, peppering your unamused face with plenty of kisses.

“I’m glad my biggest insecurity is entertaining to you,” You scoffed, angrily wiping your eyes to rid yourself of your stupid tears.

“Hey, no,” Taehyung sighs, “I’m not laughing because of that…” You stare at him with narrowed eyes as you waited for him to continue, “I’m laughing because Aera is yours, baby.”

Taehyung carefully watches your eyebrows furrow in confusion before sighing, “We’ve been together for about three years, Y/n. And for a long time, I’ve already considered you as Aera’s mother. You’ve been what the two of us needed—someone who loves the both of us, not just me, but Aera too. You give us the world and we are both so, so grateful for everything you do for us.” You feel your eyes welling up with more tears, watching Taehyung’s eyes water too, “You may not have given her half of your chromosomes, or share the same DNA as her,” You both giggle at his attempts to lighten up the mood with some scientific humor, “or the one to have pushed her out of your vagina—”

“Okay, it was cute until you said that.” You mumbled, shoving him gently away from you, only for him to coil back briefly and tugging you towards him again.

“As I was saying,” He teased, “You may not biologically be her mother, but what’s important is that in my eyes—and hers—is that she sees you as a mother, and you know she does… You heard her today, and that is enough. You’re enough, for me, for her, for us.”

With that Taehyung kisses you tenderly, so full of love, want, need. And you projected it back. You love Taehyung, that you were certain of, you love him, you love Aera, you love the family you have been apart of for three years. Your heart is full, so full of happiness, love, and everything that words can’t describe; you were simply content with life. Life with him, life with them, life in general. And absolutely nothing can ruin this.

“Baby,” Taehyung pulls away, his eyes filled with love, “Let me love you. Let me show you how much I love you.” He whispers against your lips. His head bowing into the crook of your neck, his nose dragging down your neck to press his lips against the spot he knows so well. Letting out a whimper, you nodded, pulling him in closer.

And that was all he needed to hear.

His mouth travels down, teasing your breasts that were hidden under your satin tank top that Taehyung had gifted you for your birthday last year. It was a pretty pink set with matching satin shorts that you had been eyeing for quite some time, but never had the heart to splurge for it—but little did you know Taehyung had already bought the little piece before you had hinted at it.

Your mind was disrupted when Taehyung began tugging at your straps, slipping it off your body swiftly, before latching his mouth around your bud, causing you to arch your back into him. The swirl of his tongue against your hardened nipple makes you moan out for him—and he loves it.

“So pretty for me, baby.” He groans, the sound of your moans effecting him greatly, his cock stirring in his pajama pants. He continued his assault on your sensitive bud, switching to give the other side the same amount of attention, before trailing his tongue down your sternum. Trailing wet kisses towards your navel, gently pressing a harder kiss on your most sensitive area. Hurriedly, Taehyung slips your shorts off and flings it across the room and leans back to admire you.

There you laid, completely and utterly bare in front of him. He’s seen you countless of times, but this time it was different. Sure, the two of you were very active, majority of the time it would be hurried, quiet in hopes to not disturb Aera who was residing just down the hall; he’d take you hard and fast, just the way you both liked it. But tonight, Taehyung wanted to take his time with you, pour all his love unto you, shower you in the love you deserved.

“Tae…” You whined, grabbing his hands, and gesturing him to come closer, to hug you, to feel you. And how could he say no with your sultry eyes and your hair sprawled perfectly across his pillows like a goddess.

He dips down to kiss your lips again, gently tugging on your lower lip, earning a whimper from you as he goes down to face your heat. He can see your folds glistening with the little light seeping in from the windows. Peering up he can see your eyes closed, your chest rising and falling incredibly quick, and your lips tucked between your teeth—and what a sight that was for him. He couldn’t help but lick a hot stripe up your folds, finding your pretty pearl that awaited attention—attention that he was happily about to give. Sucking your clit gently, rolling it between his lips, you let out a breathy moan, wrapping your hands in his hair. Tugging gently at the golden strands and rolling your hips up to grind against the sinful acts of his lips. His tongue finding its way back to your seeping hole, prodding your entrance with his wet muscle before he pulls away to kiss your clit.

“Why-why did you stop?” You asked breathlessly, your eyes find his—and you were sure that he looked exactly like you, absolutely drunk off the feeling of being with each other, stunningly fucked out. He hadn’t done much to you at all, barely ate you out and you were at his mercy.

“Wanna try something,” He pulls you up and falls on his back to stare up at you. He had seated you directly on his hardened member, exciting you more. He stares up at you with a lazy smirk, “c’mere, sit on my face, pretty girl.”

You felt heat rush to your face and towards your lower region as you shuffle closer to his waiting lips. Three years together, and you rarely sat on his face. You couldn’t remember the last time you had—if you even did. Like the impatient man he was, Taehyung tugged you directly onto his mouth, his battered breathing against you almost made you sit entirely on his face right then and there, however Taehyung began speaking before you could.

“This’kay?” He whispers, eyes trained on yours. You nodded slightly before you lowered your hips to his waiting lips. You felt the warmth of his tongue back inside you, his hands gripping your ass, encouraging you to rock your hips against him, to use him for your pleasure. He sloppily licks up to your clit, sucking it into his mouth, before turning his head to pepper kisses between your thighs, taking your folds in between his lips and sucking, biting—your head was spinning. You felt his fingers snake its way to your front, feeling him slick his finger up with your essence, before latching his mouth onto your clit again, sucking on it while he pushes a finger inside you.

“Fuck.” He groans as your hole tightens around his digit, sucking him in as he pumps in and out of you, “So pretty for me.”

His mouth, along with his fingers were absolutely sinful, he himself was a sin. Your mind was completely empty, nothing but the pleasure Taehyung was giving you occupied it as you chased your high, grinding down against the handsome man underneath you.

“Fu-fuck,” You gasped, rocking faster against his working tongue, clenching around his finger, you bit your lip when you felt another digit pressing against your opening. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head the minute Taehyung sunk his second finger deep inside you, a whine bubbling in your throat, feeling him fill you up so prettily with his long fingers.

“That’s it, jagi.” Taehyung grunts, unlatching himself from your sensitive pearl, “Close?” Nodding your head furiously, rocking your hips harder against him, his mouth finding your clit again and sucking harsher than before. The knot in your stomach tightens, moaning out for him to go harder, only for him to comply, growling into your sopping cunt as he pushes his fingers faster—wanting you to come undone on his face.

It didn’t take long for you to finish, with Taehyung’s free hand, he groped your ass tightly, shoving you closer into his mouth, moving his tongue side to side to stimulate your clit further, and that was enough to push you over the edge. Falling forward, you grip his hair in between your hands, pushing yourself down onto him harder, practically suffocating the poor man, yelping out in pure ecstasy as you came on his tongue. Chanting his name like a prayer, your hips stuttering as you feel yourself coming down. Taehyung rubs soothing circles on your thighs, gently pulling his soaking fingers out of you, whimpering as he does so, but only for you to sigh gratefully that his tongue was back inside you, cleaning you up. It wasn’t hurried, or quick; Taehyung’s tongue was gentle and soft, licking and pressing kisses wherever his tongue touched. Your hands loosely combs out the knots in his hair, brushing it away from his face as you admired him.

With a final kiss to your clit, which sends your body jolting forward, Taehyung scoots up from under you, gently pushing you to lay down next to him.

“I love you.” He whispers, bring your lips onto his. You could taste yourself faintly on his lips, but that never bothered either of you. Your tongues intertwined with one another like a tango, as he pulls you closer.

“I love you.” You agree, pressing another kiss to his lips, a ghost of a smile graces your fucked out faces. You slide down the bed untying the strings of his pants, kissing down his body, similarly to the way he did with you.

“Y/n—”

“Please,” You glanced up at him with your lower lip jutted out, “wanna make you feel good too, Tae.” You can see the lust resurfacing in his hazy eyes, he grunts as you pull him out of his confinements, holding his cock delicately in your hands.

“May I?”

How can he say no when you’re looking at him like that? The innocent face of his girlfriend staring at him with his cock in her hands—you almost looked innocent—almost, but Taehyung knew better. You were a minx, a dangerous woman, the definition of lust. And he was so unbelievably lucky to be able to call you his.

You didn’t wait for his response, lowering your head to press a little kiss on his swollen tip. Everything about Taehyung was beautiful, absolutely everything. It’s no surprise that the man sculpted by angels, was also gifted under the belt. He’s long, and not extremely thick, but enough to give you a pleasurable stretch to accommodate his size, and the best part was that he knew exactly how to use it. Stroking his member gently, poking your tongue out to lick a bit of his sweetness, you hear Taehyung sharply suck in air through clenched teeth. Looking up at him with hooded eyes, his very own was trained on you, lips caught between his teeth, watching your every move. Smirking to yourself, you drag your tongue down his lengthy shaft and back up to capture the thick head between your full lips, sucking him into your mouth.

“Oh fuck-“ Taehyung hissed, winding his fingers in your hair, “Your mouth is—god—so heavenly.” Teasing the tip more, you circled your tongue around it taking it back into your mouth, and slowly going down on him, pressing your nose against his pubic bone.

“Holy shit!” You pulled back to breath, peering up at Taehyung with his mouth hanging open in awe, “H-how did—”

“Secret.” You winked at him and you took him into your mouth once again, allowing him to push deeply into your throat (you can thank tiktok for the tips on how to get rid of your gag reflex). The blissful face Taehyung makes, pushes you to start bobbing your head up and down his cock, his grunts, and moans, along with the lewd noises of his cock hitting the back of your throat fills the bedroom.

“Oh-baby—fuck—just like that. Yes.”

You continued pleasuring him, hollowing out your cheeks and sucking him a little harder, earning a grumbled moan from him, tugging your hair harder down onto his cock, thrusting his hips up to meet your lips.

“B-baby—” Taehyung mewled, “o-off please, don’t wanna—don’t wanna cum yet.” He unwillingly released his hands from your hair, allowing you to pull off with a pop, pressing a gentle kiss on the angry tip. He dragged your body up his, immediately locking your lips in a searing kiss, pushing his tongue in gently to deepen it.

Three years.

Three years of being together and you still got butterflies. The kisses always held a spark, the cuddles always made your heart flutter, the little moments with Aera still made you feel complete. They made you feel complete. You knew from the start you wanted life with them, with both Aera and Taehyung—and even now, with you naked on top of him, while he too, was lacking any sort of clothing (you weren’t even sure when he had time to strip himself), you still want a future with him.

You could feel Taehyung pressing himself against your center, teasing your hole, the anticipation killing you.

“You gonna push in or..?” Taehyung snorted, pecking your lips quickly and pulling away.

“You’re so not romantic, my love.” His hand reaches down to grip the base of his hardened length, guiding it towards your sopping entrance. You bit your lip the minute he pushed in, and the both of you let out a moan of relief. Finally getting what you both wanted.

“Fuck.”

You rolled your hips on top of him, his palms on your ass, moving along with him, grinding pleasantly against each other. His hands harshly squeeze your flesh, earning a low growl from him the faster you rocked your hips.

“S-so tight still, what the fuck?”

Your eyes rolled back, biting your lip, “Would you rather me be loose?”

“Babeeee.” Taehyung whines, “I-fucking hell- I mean this in the nicest way possible,” His thrusts pick up, pushing your back against the bed, eyes glowering with lust, “Please shut the fuck up, and enjoy this dick.”

You clenched around him, sucking his cock in deeper, mewling at the feeling of his cock twitching inside you.

“Fuck,” He growls, dipping his head down to graze his teeth along your neck, “Fuck—I love you. I love you; I love you; I love you.”

“Need-need to cum, please Tae.” You groan against his ear, his hips thrusting harder into you, his breathing ragged.

“Me too, oh fuck.”

With a final thrust, Taehyung’s hips stills as you yelp from how deep he pushed in, feeling your walls being painted white, your body arches up to have him deeper than he already was. Taehyung curses at the sight; your bodies connected, pussy clenched tightly around his thick girth, your body arched up towards him, and your fists clenching beside your head. He peers down to admire the way your pussy clenched around him, your arousals mixing together, as some seeps out of your hole.

Pausing for a moment, Taehyung pulls himself out gently, rolling beside you; you shiver at the loss of being full, but you snuggle under his arm, gathering the warmth you could from your own personal furnace.

“I love you.” You whispered against his bare chest, his fingers drawing up and down your arms, like he always does after your bedroom festivities.

“I love you more than you know, princess.”

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New Years

“Nari, no!”

You looked behind you to see Yoongi’s hands in his hair, frantically running towards his daughter, who was climbing all over the gasless fireplace and from the looks of it, she looked like she was going to jump for the fun of it.

“Your kid is crazy.” You giggle at Seung, who just shrugged.

“She got it from her mama.” Seung winked at you, before running towards Yoongi, his face contorted into a scowl as he lectures his daughter.

It was now New Year’s Eve, about 20 minutes until the new year, and your entire friend group had decided that it would be fun to rent out a huge cabin to enjoy the day. And when you say huge… You mean huge.

The place had 7 quadrants, along with this living space in the middle of it all. Each family had their own quadrant, which was basically like a house within itself—minus the fact they it doesn’t have a kitchen, since there was a large kitchen attached to the living space that you were all currently in.

Not much had happen between Aera’s birthday, Christmas, and Tae’s birthday; however, you all celebrated together, but then again, that was nothing new at all.

“Mum?”

You immediately turned away from the Min’s to stare at Aera who was bouncing towards you with a smile and a juice pouch in one hand.

“What’s up, flower?” You crouched down to her height with a grin.

“Where’s dad?”

This caught you off guard. Last you saw Taehyung, he was with Jimin and Soomi, tossing the little girl like a football in the living room. Now that you really thought about it… That was at least half an hour ago.

Peering around the room, you noticed that the Min’s were cuddled on the couch watching the New Year’s celebrations on the television; Mi-ha was at the kitchen table with Namjoon and Yoon-ji playing chess, while Hobi hovered over the three, making small talk and giggling; the Park’s were playing a matching game on the floor with Soomi; Rae and Haru were seated on the floor with Mujin and Youngji who were conversating by themselves, while their mother’s had a conversation of their own; Jin’s family was on the opposite couch of the Min’s, Yuna and Ji-hoon’s head bobbing as their two parent’s continued to watch the celebration.

But no, Taehyung.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion… Where did he go?

“Anyone seen Tae?” You asked, earning a chorus of “no’s” and “dunno”.

“Bummer.” Aera grunts, crossing her arms, “You should really find him! It’s almost count down, plus—” Aera flails her arms, “You and dad haven’t missed a New Year’s kiss in three years!”

“Yeah, that’s like, so weird, that he’s not here…” Jimin hides his knowing smirk, confusing you even more.

“Hm… Maybe you should check outside? Maybe the balcony, you know how Tae adores that balcony.” Mi-ha suggests giving you a warm grin.

Your eyes narrowed, “Why do I have this uneasy feeling that you all are up to something?”

“Us?” Yoongi scoffs, putting a hand to his heart, “How dare you accuse us of such nonsense. As a fi—ow!”

“As a fine woman such as yourself,” Seung scolds Yoongi, who was rubbing his arm from his wife’s assault, “aren’t you a little worried that, oh, I don’t know, lost your long-term boyfriend?”

“In a house?” You deadpan.

“Y/n, it’s a big house… You know how hyung can get—aish—overwhelmed” Jungkook states breathlessly running into the living space from God knows where.

“Wait a minute… Where have you been?” You pressed, watching Jungkook’s doe eyes grow wider.

“Uh—I was—running, you know, outside!”

“Okay,” You shake your head, “What is going on here? Why are you all acting as if you know what’s happening and I’m the only one that’s out of the loop? Where’s Taehyung?”

“Ouuuu,” Aera mocks, “Mom’s in mom modeeee.”

Before you could utter out another word, Mi-ha rushes to you and pushes you towards your quadrant of the house, opening the connecting door to your hallway, and shoving you in, and blocking the door.

“Hey what the heck!!” You screeched, fists banging on the door. To your annoyance, you could hear the rest of your friends laughing and giggling as they worked together to keep you blocked in.

“Just go to your room! You won’t regret it!” You hear Jimin shout through fits of laughter. Grunting out in annoyance you step away from the room and followed the hallway down towards your shared room with Taehyung.

“I swear to fuck if I die.” You mumbled under your breath. Suddenly feeling at ease when you see rose petals leading towards your bedroom, along with tealight candles decorating the hardwood floor. Your heart was pounding, all of a sudden nervous.

What’s going on?

You reached your bedroom to see the door slightly ajar, so you pushed on it.

There, standing in the middle of your bedroom, was your handsome boyfriend; dressed in all white with his boxy smile on his face the minute you entered.

“Tae?”

“You found me!” He chuckles coming forward, “I thought you really didn’t care that you hadn’t seen me all night.”

You scoffed, “Don’t be dramatic… It was like half an hour.”

“Half an hour too long, jagi.” He smiled taking your hands in his and wrapping it around his neck, “What time is it?”

“Uhm,” You peered around him to stare at the clock on the wall, “11:58.”

“Aiiish—gotta do this quick then huh?” Before you could ask him what he was talking about, Taehyung sighs.

“Tae—what’s going on?”

“You know I love you, right?” That was never a good sign—you know that line from every romance movie ever… He was about to break things off…

“Wh-what? I-yeah of course I know…” You whisper, tears suddenly forming in your eyes, “Tae are—are you breaking up with me..?”

Taehyung’s eyes widened, his eyes filled with panic, “Wh—what? No, baby, no, no!” You sucked in a huge breath of air.

“OH, thank fuck!”

“Quite the opposite, actually.” Taehyung scratches the back of his neck, pulling out a velvet box that made your eyes widened.

“Are-are you?”

“I love you, Y/n. I have never loved anyone so much—never met anyone who fit perfectly in Aera’s life But, there’s something about you, from the moment we first met, I knew there was something special about you. We’ve been through a lot, most of it my fault for being so confusing—but we’re here now. And—” Taehyung looks at you, watery eyes staring at your own, “you remember when we first got together? I said I wanted to do life with you?”

You nodded, suddenly feeling your throat close up at what you know is coming. Your heart is so full, that you weren’t sure you were going to be able to respond at all.

“Well…” Taehyung gets down on one knee, staring up at you, “Now, I wanna do forever with you…” He opens the box to the prettiest ring you had ever seen; simple, yet elegant. So, you.

“Y/n, will you do forever with me as my life partner, as my soulmate, as Mrs. Kim? Will you marry me?”

Choking back a sob you bend down to connect your lips to his. Enclosing his soft lips around yours, molding together as one. Taehyung places a hand on your cheek, deepening the kiss and wiping away the tears that you didn’t realize had fallen. The love that was put into that kiss along… You could get used to this for the rest of your life. Pulling away from Taehyung, you both giggled, planting soft pecks against each others lips again, before Taehyung smirks at you.

“Is that a yes?” Hitting his arm, you nodded.

“Of course, Tae…” Pecking your lips one more time, Taehyung takes the ring and slips in onto your ring finger, pulling you in for another kiss.

“What time is it now, baby?” He mumbles against your mouth.

“Hmm?” You hummed, still feeling like you were on cloud nine, you look behind your fiancé’s head.

“00:05.” As the words left your mouth, Taehyung captures your lips once more; fireworks could be heard outside your bedroom, along with the hollers and screeches coming from your friends, but right at this moment—it seemed like the world had faded away; it felt as if the only people on the world right now was you and Taehyung.

"Aiiish, I'm five minutes late for our New Year's kiss..." Taehyung pouts cutely, sucking his bottom lip in, you giggled brushing his hair out of his face, pecking his lips one more time.

"Nah, it's okay bub," You smiled up at him, "Hm... Although, I'm a little peeved that you got everyone in on your proposal and none of them told me... Buncha fakes."

Taehyung laughs loudly, pulling you closer into a hug, "Princess... I had been hinting at proposing for a while."

"Huh?"

"Did you think I was asking your ring sizes for shits and giggles?"

"Well..."

Taehyung snorted, pressing a kiss to your forehead, "You're so damn lucky you're cute."

Taehyung fiddles with his ring on your finger as the two of you leave your bedroom to share the happy news with your friends, to which they all cheered loudly and hugged the both of you, along with Aera planting a soft kiss on each of your cheeks.

After all the two of you had been through, along with the amazing friendships you had made—not to forget the amazing daughter than you helped raise—you were finally getting your happy ending, and you couldn’t wait what the future has in store for you three.

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a/n: and that's a wrap for "colours"!!! I'm so happy you all have enjoyed this mini ride, and I'm so thankful for all the love and support I have gotten on this story.

special shout out to @xpeachesncream for being my support system throughout my writing journey ((: love ya long time, Nikki<3

I hope that you enjoyed this epilogue for our "colours" couple, like I said, it's not the end of them, so please look forward to future drabbles and whatnot (:.

thank you so so much, i love you.

- ella

#colours #bts #bts fluff #bts smut #bts angst #taehyung x reader #kim taehyung #bts dad au #bts epilogue

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wooahaes · 2 years ago

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svt.performance unit...

last updated: mar 29, 2024

guide:

★ angst || ♡ fluff || ☼ [mildly] suggestive || ☾ slow burn

♫ denotes a fic with a female reader. all fics are gender neutral unless explicitly stated otherwise!

🍰 indicates a birthday fic from may ‘22.

wen junhui

🍰 surprise ♡ ♫

reaction: teaching you choreography ♡

body wash ♡

cold hands, warm heart [vampire au]

disaster date night ♡

to weather together ★ ♡ [hurt/comfort]

taste of love ♡

to have, to hold [menstruation tw]

kwon soonyoung

prompt 25.) “but you promised me that we’d get married!” “for the love of god, we were five when that promise was made!” ♡

🍰 a party for two ♡ ♫

tiger stripes ♡♫ [chubby reader]

reaction: teaching you choreography ♡

punch drunk love ♡ [alcohol tw]

-- punch! knock down! ♡ [alcohol tw]

squish ♡ [reader has chubby cheeks]

keychain ♡

young love ♡

it only takes a taste ♡ [youtuber!au]

-- collaboration ♡ [youtuber!au]

cuddle bug ♡

head over heels ♡ [alcohol tw]

golden ★ ☼ [mentions of sex off screen]

xu minghao

🍰 starlight ♡♫

reaction: teaching you choreography ♡

lonely but not alone ★ [tw: self harm ment]

strength ★

care ♡

yours (but also mine) ♡

lee chan

🍰 a rude awakening ♡♫

reaction: teaching you choreography ♡

heart shaped cookies ♡

sappy ♡ ♫ [menstruation tw]

call on me ♫

the difficulties of distance ★ [ldr au]

-- morning glow ♡ [ldr au]

you’re my savior (and it’s a pleasure) [background]

#wooahaes.mlist.svt #svt.mlist.perf

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val-made-a-mistake · 4 years ago

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❝PARTITION.❞

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summary: car sex based off of the beyoncé song. reader and zemo have a past together :)

warnings: i have absolutely no idea how to describe this, i’m like 99 percent sure this is my first full smut posted here. unprotected sex, car sex, oral sex f receiving

word count: 2.5k

a/n: THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU @therenlover for inspiring me. you truly are a pioneer in zemo fanfiction, chef’s kiss, imma enjoy it b4 zemo betrays sam and bucky, i already know i shouldn’t love him as much as i do lol. this is kind of short, but if someone likes it i have more ideas! also i got up at 4 in the morning to finish this off someone please appreciate me

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The drive to the private airstrip in Washington had been mysteriously quiet, especially since you’d expected to hear the sounds of the city as you passed by, or maybe even the people flocking to the Smithsonian after John Walker had made the news as the new Captain America. Two weeks had passed since then, but it remained ever popular.

You thought nothing could surprise you today though. Not when Helmut Zemo was sitting there beside you, absorbed in a German book, in the stupidest fur coat of his wardrobe and acting as though he wasn’t supposed to be rotting in a high security prison that was fading in the rear view mirror.

You couldn’t find the words to start a conversation, and the limo was dead silent without the radio on, so you let it be. The truth was, you’d been involved with the Baron of Sokovia before Ultron had ransacked Novi Grad, and certainly before he’d singlehandedly torn the Avengers apart. But that had been years ago now, more than years, a millenium it had seemed like. You’d barely been seventeen before that entanglement, and this was before he’d laid eyes on the woman he’d make his baroness, the woman he’d bear his beautiful son with.

You were certain Zemo had forgotten about that far-fetched fling, and you hoped he wouldn’t mention the weekend you’d spent together in the very place you were flying to now, Madripoor. But the way your heart was pounding against your breastbone inside the limo meant you hadn’t forgotten— not your heart or your brain had shed a single detail.

“Once the bounty cools down, we might take a drive around here?” young Zemo asked tentatively as he looked around for the keys of the Cadillac in your hotel room, “I’ve heard Hightown is supposed to be nice when the streets don’t run red with blood.”

“Perhaps,” you answered, flipping through a magazine with Janet Jackson on the cover and looking completely unbothered as he tore apart the pillows, “You wouldn’t happen to know any restaurants around here that aren’t McDonalds, would you? I’m sick of grease.”

“We can see, my love.”

But that was 1995. And this was 2024.

“Where’s Sam and Bucky?” you asked hoarsely, making Zemo look up for the first time since they’d gotten in.

“In the car behind us,” he answered curtly, and continued reading his book. You tried to discreetly look at the cover— you weren’t sure where he’d learned German, as the only languages you spoke as a Sokovia native were Sokovian Russian, a bit of Lithuanian when you’d studied the language abroad, and English. But he was reading the language with ease— his intelligence was what originally drew him to you, all those years ago.

Considering how your heart was still speeding along, it might’ve been the bravest thing you’d ever done, but you opened your mouth and asked, “What are you reading?”

You knew you never liked being interrupted when reading, especially not when you and Zemo had been together while you were preparing for abroad university, but for some reason, he didn’t look too bothered. In fact, the way he looked at you— the rest of his face was flat, but his eyes shone in that way that meant he was about to go into a monologue about something he was passionate about— he didn’t look bothered at all.

“Das nein in der liebe,” he answered quietly. “It is a German book on...the fundamentals of erotic relationships.”

You fought to keep your eyebrows from raising. “Like - psychology?”

It wasn’t the first genre that popped to your mind, but asking your former lover if he was reading erotica all of ten minutes after he’d broken out of a terrorist centre was way out of your confidence range.

“Yes, kind of. It draws examples from Greek mythology while explaining the emotion. I think you’d like it.”

He patted your knee suddenly, and it was lucky you’d had your knees crossed because your partially out of view leg seized up.

Oh no, your core hadn’t forgotten about him either.

“Driver,” you called out, “Can you turn on the radio, please?”

The middle-aged man up front complied nearly instantly: with a flick of a button, a familiar style of jazz wafted through the car. The hand on your leg remained. You hadn’t realized Zemo was still holding it.

“Oh, wow,” you said dumbly, casting around for an idea to keep the conversation going, “This sounds a lot like the songs they played at that - um, what was it - do you remember the gala of ‘96?”

“The fundraiser for stopping blood diamonds,” he said flatly, and your heart skipped a beat at how easily he’d filled it in for you.

“Yes, I do remember. The white wine was awfully sweet.”

That was a detail you hadn’t remembered. “Was this before or after I turned eighteen?”

“After.”

“Oh. Well, I never was a fan of wine.”

Zemo smirked down at the unfamiliar text. “I know.”

You opened your mouth, closed it, and sent a wary look at the driver, about to mount the highway. By the look on his face and his body language— you were apart of the Sokovian Armed Forces before obtaining American citizenship and becoming CIA, you were quite good at reading— he hardly looked interested in anything but the road and the jazz.

You looked back at Zemo— now looking at you intently, questioningly. He cocked his head to the side but didn’t smirk, as though he were saying, you remember everything too, right?

Your heart fluttered as your pussy clenched around nothing. There was a partition between you and the driver. Just six words to say.

Zemo’s breath hitched, and he looked as though he was about to open his mouth, but somehow you got there first.

“Driver, roll up the partition please.”

The driver complied again, and all of a sudden you and Zemo were alone in this limo, and your heart pumped even harder.

You inhaled sharply and leaned forward.

“Cut the bullshit,” you whispered. “I know you remember everything, and I know you know I’m the last living person in this world who knew what you were like when you were young. I know what happened after the blood diamonds gala.”

Your pulse was rushing like a freight train the moment Helmut’s lips met yours, and for a minute you revelled in the humidity that was his hands wrapped so tightly around your waist and your arms thrown around his neck, keeping you both caged into the euphoria and epiphany that this was what made them crazy, this was who you wanted, and nothing would ever change.

“More,” you whispered against his lips, and his hand fumbled along your thigh, searching for the hem of your dress, and when he’d found it— RIIIP!

“I ripped your dress,” Zemo whispered back, and for the first time he blinked rapidly, like he was nervous— but you only saw it for a millisecond before the mask went back up.

You couldn’t help yourself. “That was Alexandre Vauthier, do you know how many rubles it cost me?”

Zemo stared back coolly. “What are you getting at?”

You glanced at the partition, then back to him, and inhaled. It didn’t matter you’d barely been in his company for an hour. Fuck it all.

“What I’m saying is that I like you, Baron,” you breathed, every single fibre of your body tensing and untensing at the same time like fire was coursing through your veins, “Still. And judging by your reaction, I think you may still like me too.”

For the scariest moment, you thought he wouldn’t say anything. You thought he’d snort in that condescending Helmut way and continue reading his book, and you didn’t know how you’d handle the embarrassment, not with the partition still up.

But instead, he furrowed his eyebrows and silently set his book down.

Your heart nearly stopped. He never tore his gaze away from your face. Of course he had to be the only one you couldn’t read.

CLICK!

The last thing you registered was Zemo unbuckling his seatbelt before he’d wrapped you in a fierce kiss, a kiss that smudged the standard coat of lipstick you had on and a kiss that made you forget where you were. His lips moved so relentlessly against yours that the only think you could think of was...yes.

You responded enthusiastically, your hands curling into his coat to pull him closer, and he pushed you down onto the leather seat.

You couldn’t help it, the smallest whimper left your throat as he unbuckled your seatbelt with one hand and let the other snake between your suddenly aflame legs.

“Quiet,” he ordered, and even though it was only a hoarse whisper, it was commanding enough to make shivers go down your spine, so you obeyed.

You had to bite down hard on your lip to keep yourself from crying out as his hand, fully underneath your skirt now, pulled your panties to the side and lazily brushed over your clit.

Helmut chuckled quietly, and you looked down.

“What’s funny?”

“You’re dripping wet.”

You fought to keep the warmth from spreading to your cheeks, but lost.

“Hurry,” you whispered instead, jabbing a finger at the partition, and thank God, he complied.

Holy shit, for a man with a silver tongue, you’d somehow forgotten how he used it. The lick up your slit alone had you wanting to beg for him to fuck you, but nothing could describe how you felt when he started sloppily circling your clit and slipped two gloved fingers inside of you, easily. For those precious few minutes, you lost your perception on time completely as he ate you out; afterward you only remembered holding a handful of your skirt out of the way and whisper-begging that you’d be so good for him if only he let you cum all over his face.

Though, seeing him in front of you, gripping your thighs tightly and eating you out like he was starving, didn’t exactly help your resolve.

The minute you were sure you were going to burst and blow all cover, Zemo came up again, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of that stupid fur coat.

“I’ve missed you too,” he said simply, and you could only watch as he straightened himself back on the seat.

As you glanced up at the window, you realized you were now off of the highway.

“How much time until we get there?” you whispered urgently.

By the look on Zemo’s face, he was thinking hard, and you found it difficult not to notice how his hand had wandered to his belt.

“Enough,” he decided, and continued his scrambling. Your legs were shaking, if you could do more than limply wiggle on the seat you would’ve, but you simply watched him as he messed with his belt, zipped down his fly, then—

For some reason, your head snapped away. It made no sense, you were the one with your legs spread completely open and your underwear soaked through, but you couldn’t bear to look at him. Embarrassment wasn’t exactly the word you would use, but...

Light fingers brushed your chin, and you let Zemo tilt your face back at him.

“Look at me,” he said, much softer than he’d been moments before. It nearly had the intimacy you two had had before the great divide. It felt like he’d never grown up and gone to prison, or murdered and tortured and schemed and devised, and because of that, even though you knew you should’ve been pushing him away, you nodded and let your breath hitch in your throat.

You bit down on your lip again as you felt something long and hard press on your entrance—

And then everything snapped into place like the last piece to a puzzle you’d been working on for years.

You let out a phantom gasp, and Helmut groaned in spite of himself.

There was a slight stretch though, a stretch you thought would hurt, especially as he pulled out of you a fraction of an inch before slamming into you again, but even if it did, the pain was lost in the waves of pleasure that overrode you as he started moving against you.

“Fuck,” you heard him growl, and you nearly flatlined at the tone his accent had taken on.

You mustered all of your strength to keep up: your walls clenched around him and he inhaled sharply, feeling it too, but then you were grinding your hips with him, creating some of the most fantastic friction you’d ever felt in your life, and had it not been for the driver you would’ve screamed in pleasure.

“Mein Gott,” Zemo gasped, and your orgasm that followed felt like a thunderstorm.

You whispered something incoherent— something along the lines of please fuck me I wanna cum I missed you so much, and you couldn’t tell if he was listening or if he was as close to heaven as you were or if anything you said mattered at all, but you mumbled anyway, begging him to fuck you.

“I’m close,” Helmut mumbled into your neck, and you nodded wildly, not even sure of where you were anymore.

You felt his cock frustratingly slip out of you, and your hand slipped down to touch him. Thirty seconds later, something warm and sticky was dripping onto your stomach.

Silence.

“Wow,” you said after a minute, because you didn’t know what to say.

“Thanks,” Helmut said for you, and he straightened up, tucked himself back into his pants, rebuckled his seatbelt— then picked up his book and pretended like nothing had happened.

What the hell, you wanted to say as you forced yourself upward and smoothed your skirt, but too late, the limo was curving in front onto the airship, and there stood an enormous private jet.

“My Lord, we’re now at the jet,” said the driver, rolling down the partition.

For some reason, Zemo smirked at you like a bastard before replying, “Wonderful.”

He put a bookmark into his book, tucked it under his arm, and got out of the limo, where he walked around and met you at the other side.

“Shall we?” he asked, and you exaggerated an eye roll as he held out his arm. You took it warily and started strolling towards the plane.

You heard a car door slam and knew Sam and Bucky were following behind.

“For the last time, that wasn’t my fault, I didn’t know it was gonna blow up,” Bucky said heatedly, and Sam sighed, stopping short in front of you and Zemo. “Shut up, Buck.”

He eyed you two wearily— can you believe what I have to put up with?— and asked, “How was the ride?”

You flashed a smile and resisted the urge to look at Zemo.

“Lovely,” you said in unison.

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