#i might have a cheeky drive into town and try it out

[unamused-kookaburra]

And the subject of anxiety this week is.... giving archery a try!!!

[goldsbitch]

Hello hello! I am still absolutely obsessed with the "Fire" fic you wrote. You are such a talented writer omg, the storytelling, the humour, everything!

So I thought, I have an idea for a funny fic and I'm just gonna send it in LOL I remember Lando saying in an interview that he's really scared when he's the passenger. So what if his GF is speeding all the time and Lando is just internally freaking out and sweating while trying to keep his cool next to her?

Just an idea, if you don't wanna write it that's fine too (:

omg omg omg thank you so much! i'm blushing and i'm scared - hopefully you'll like this one! i added a detail that might be little over the top - but who knows? not me anymore.

I'll drive

"You have a car?!" Lando uttered, forgetting any table manners, the food he had been chewing nearly falling out of his mouth.

Y/N was dead silent, the look on her face strongly resembling a child who lied about cleaning their room and just blushed every toy under their bed.

Her boyfriend gave her a cheeky questioning look, and when it finally set in - the fact she had been hiding the existence of her car from him - he was truly stunned and somewhat amused.

"So, wait. You know how to drive?! Why am I always taking you places?" he asked rhetorically, never actually being bothered by that, but still.

"I don't know how to drive-" she tried before getting interrupted by her father.

"Of course she does, I taught her myself," the jolly man said and patted her on her back with a proud smile. Y/N's face got washed with crocked smile, as if she swallowed something truly detestable.

"No, I do not know how to drive-"

"Nonsense, she's alway been so hard on herself," he father continued. Y/N just sighed.

The young couple came to visit her hometown for the first time. It was lot of reminescing of old times and her school days - a context that Lando very much appreaciated. He had met her as a grown up woman, but that weekend, he witnessed many amusing moments and heard lots of stories that only childhood small towns hold. What did he love the most about this experience? The fact there was nothing for her to do to stop it, no matter how much she frowned. Influx of surprising moments, but this discovery topping all of them.

She saw Lando's perplexed face and tried to save the situation. "I never lied to you, technically you never asked...I just figured you like driving so much, why bother, especially if I am so bad at it..."

Lando was not having it. "Oh, you're not getting easily out of this one," he replied, biting his lower lip, actively having to remind himself of the fact her family was right there. There was something innately attractive about her being so raw and pushed into a corner. Just pure cuteness. "I'm sure you're not half as bad as majority of the people out there," he said, new plans forming in his head. "I think you and I should take her for a spin," he said, referring to the car, and hid his smile behind a glass. Her eyes were piercing his with an energy so intense, it was electrifying.

"No, Lando, I am not driving while you're in the same car," she stated firmly, not breaking the eye contact.

"Come one, sweetheart, it'll be fun," he said, honey dripping out of his mouth.

"It will be anything but that," she said, but Lando ignored that, turning into her father for more information.

"So what kind of a car it?"

The rest of the conversation continued in description of a car Y/N herself could only describe as red, her father telling a story about how he got it for his daughter and how she actually barely ever drove it, which apparently broke his heart.

//

Let's not forget, this was Lando - of course he had ulterior motives. While it was great, spending few wholesome days in the company of his girlfriends family, his frustration grew, because for some reason, she refused to have any intimate activities in her family's house. Why, he had no idea. But of course, he respected that.

She never mentioned anything about not having some nice outdoor sex in a car. He wanted to see her drive and also ride. His perfect afternoon.

Lando is not the best of passengers, often uneasy about the common mistakes casual drivers made. Taking over the wheel is a natural thing for him to do. But, this was an exception he was excited to make - how bad could it be, right? He learned the hard way not to ask that question again.

//

"You sure you don't want to switch places?" she asked, once again, doing everything she could to get out of this.

"Nope babe, passenger seat is the vibe for me today," he smirked, making himself overly comfortable sitting next to her.

She raised her eyebrows. "Here goes nothing, I guess," she murmured and put the keys into ignition.

Lando found it amusing, seeing her so hyper-focused, as if she was launching a rocket ship. To be fair, it was a manual car - so it was close.

Three deep breaths - I fucking hate this, she thought, turned the key and released the clutch. When the car immediately jumped, Lando regretted sitting in his usual obscure way, his head hitting the door with quite a loud bump.

"Told ya," she said and started the car again. No matter how much she tried, she couldn't possibly sell her mistake as an intention.

"You released the clutch too soon," he said while assessing the bump forming on his head.

"Do not give me advice when I drive, makes me angry," she announced and this time actually managed to start the car in a semi-ok way.

Lando watched his bubbly, happy-go-lucky, girlfriend turn into a monster and there was nothing for him to do to stop it.

Everything was somewhat fine when they were still on the quiet roads surrounding her neighborhood. She stopped on the way to the main road, watching two cars that were comically far away and letting them pass. They didn't have to say anything, both knew what the other one was thinking. Y/N knew there was plenty of time for her to join the road before those cars, but the lack of trust in her own abilities was making her wait stubbornly. Lando watched the scenery, amused and starting to understand that in this relationship, his place as the driver was more than secure. She didn't want to be in this position, in fact she was increasingly more mad, that Lando and her father teamed up on her. But since she was where fate got her, she was absolutely not accepting Lando smirking at her.

"I know what you think, we have plenty of time, so I will not be doing some stupid moves to get us both killed," she said and gripped the steering wheel even more.

To prove his point, Lando leaned over her and squirted his eyes and watched the slowly approaching cars. He gave her a sarcastic nod. She rolled her eyes.

"I'm joking, I'm joking," he said, putting his hands in defense.

"You better be, otherwise I'll just yeet us into the ditch."

"Feisty..."

And that was when the line got crossed.

"Fine!" she said, having no control over her emotions, and pressed the gas with new found energy. She turned, almost into a drift, and joined the main road, nearly having the two cars crash into her.

Lando gripped the handle, not expecting her to speed so much. His eyes went wide with realizations - she was the kind of driver operating on emotions. Had this been a racing track and an F1 car, he'd be having more fun, knowing the cars were epitome of safety. He was not so sure about this vehicle.

She had the "Tsunoda" energy and absolute lack of skill to go about it. Weaving, wrong gear almost constantly and not bothered by the sound her car was making.

"You're driving quite close to the lane, baby," he commented, getting more and more worried about their safety.

"Shut up, don't be all smart about it," she said, lips locked in a line. She was focused - not that it helped.

Another hard turn where she missed the right moment to go into it. Lando took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a second, trying to stay calm.

After few hundred metres, he couldn't take it again.

"I think you're way over the speeding limit," he mentioned.

"That's not what this says," he nodded to her speedometer. Lando leaned over and had to laugh.

"Yeah, that's definitely not correct. Honey, I'm sorry, but the lane - you are too close to it," he said in the calmest tone he could gather.

"My brain does not work like that, I see it more in an abstract way..."

His eyes nearly popped out. "You see the road in an abstract way? Oh dear god."

She sighed, not understanding what was the big deal was. "No like, it's a concept. It's not real, if there is nobody on the road, you can be anywhere."

"I'm pretty sure that's not the case, sweetheart," he said and thought for himself that it could be the case if she knew how to drive, but not like that. "Change the gear, you're burning your clutch."

She slapped the steering wheel. "I. Do not. Accept. Advice. At the moment. Thank you!" she said slowly before going on a rampage. "We both know you're exceptionally good at this, it was your idea, I tried to stop you, so now face the situation and do not tell me what to do because I might panic even more!"

"Ok, ok, calm down," he said, putting his hands up in defense and turning his head away to avoid watching her inventing a new way how to turn the steering wheel.

This sent her over the edge, truly giving up on any rules. She was mad, scared, uncomfortable and kind of hungry to be honest.

Lando stayed silent, worried for his life, regretting his decision and making a mental note to listen to her if she says she can't do something - if they survive this.

A huge bump and a loud noise. She barely managed to keep the car on the road.

"What is that?" she screamed, not knowing what to do.

"Front left tire puncture, retire the car! I mean, shit, stop, over there," he gestured, to the sideline of the road.

//

"Ok, so what now?" she said once it seemed like a decent amount of time for him to stop observing the wheel.

"It's just the tire, I'm sure you've got a spare at the back, right?" he asked and like the gentleman he was, got up and looked in the back for a replacement. When he got it out, he proudly put it in front of her, considering his part of the job done. She stared at him, not moving. "There you go," he said, encouraging her. "They taught you how to do this at driving school."

"Um, yeah. I missed that lesson. Can you do it?"

"How could you miss that lesson?" he asked in desperation. Both of them stood there, waiting for the other to take the lead. It was very unusual for Y/N to see him this passive around a car. "Come on, you must have had a question about this on your test," he pleaded.

And then it clicked. "Lando?" she asked, having a very strange feeling about his behavior. "Do you know how to change a tire?"

He stayed silent, pretending to ignore her question. Y/N's eyes went wide. "Oh my god, you don't know how to change a tire?!" she asked once again, unable to believe that could even be the case. "Isn't that like half of your job?"

"Well no, actually, my job is to drive. There is a whole team dedicated for changing my tires," he said matter-o-factly.

"You're a racing driver. Spend more time in a car than in a bed. And you don't know how to change a tire," she stated and started to laugh. "That's so rich."

He let out a heavy sigh. "I've never actually done it myself. Plus these are normal tires, different system."

"Oh my god," she said, unable to process.

The way how much this whole thing has backfired had Lando stuck. He was suppose to be engaging in inappropriate activities with his girlfriend at this moment. In his understanding of that, it did not include getting his phone out and searching for an online tutorial for bloody tire change. But, there he was. Y/N was suddenly having so much fun, coming off a high that was the adrenaline her body produced during driving. She was free and driving was impossible now. Bliss. In her opinion, this was all Lando's fault - she told him she couldn't drive. Payback time - hopefully Oscar would pick up.

She was dialing her phone, while he was trying to understand how to go about this.

Yes, he picked up! "Hi, this is Y/N," she said in a very serious tone. "Who are you calling?" Lando mouthed, his biggest worry that she dialed up her father and he is now going to have a reputation until the end of time. "Help," she mouthed back silently.

"Hi Y/N," was Oscar's response, the driver being somewhat confused as to why she was calling him. "What's up?"

"Glad you ask. Me and my boyfriend got into a serious situation."

"You and Lando?"

Lando frowned. "Are you calling assistance? We don't need them..."

She ignored him."Yes, I was forced to drive-"

"He let you drive?"

"Forced-"

"What kind of assistance is it?" Lando asked, doubting the whole phone call.

Y/N continued without pausing. "And we managed to get a flat tire, which I don't know how to fix and to surprise of the whole universe, he can't fix as well."

There was only laughter on the other end of the call.

"Y/N, who are you calling?"

Y/N pretended not the hear Lando. "Do you know how to change a tire?"

Oscar was more than amused, knowing he just gained a wild card to use on Lando anytime he would want. "Yes, of course I do. Put me on Facetime with him."

Y/N smirked at her boyfriend, who was still confused and with sparkles in her eyes handed him her phone.

"Oscar says hi!"

Lando blinked, several times. "What? No!...Shit. Hey Oscar," he waved at his teammate awkwardly.

"I have been summoned," Oscar announced, finding this all very amusing.

"Yes," Lando replied, defeated.

Oscar did not wait and took the situation in charge. "First step to do is make yourself seen, guys. You got a triangle?"

"Where's the bloody bucket hat when you need it the most..." Y/N mumbled, having Lando roll his eyes in reaction.

"I'll go and find it and you guys figure this out, ok?" she said handing over the phone to Lando and giving him a little peck on the cheek.

"I hate you," he said with a smile.

"I hate you more," she replied and skipped over to the trunk.

//

After series of creative curse words, one pair of ruined jeans and a celebratory high five, the pair stood once again in front of her car, staring at each other.

"I guess I'll drive us back," Lando decided loudly and waited for her approval.

"Agree. Let's not disturb the gods anymore. You're such a bad passenger princess anyway."

The past hour was filled with lot of conflicting emotions, but the only one that stayed was the love the two shared just by looking at each other.

"I'm sorry I forced you into this," Lando apologized softly. "It was not fair. I see that now."

Her lips turned into a weak smile. "Thank you. And sorry for calling Oscar. I'm sure he won't let you forget this."

He see right though her. "No, you're not sorry about that - I can see the devil in your eyes."

She bit her tongue. "Yup."

It was hard for Lando not to kiss her in that moment. It was impossible for her to resist.

[imloyaltoscoups]

guinea pig | kim mingyu

You've recently turned one of the empty rooms in your apartment into a makeshift photography studio. It's become your haven, a place where creativity flows freely, but there's just one thing missing—a model.

With a sigh, you glance around the room, pondering your options. Suddenly, it hits you, your friends! They'd be perfect for the job. You grab your phone and open your group chat, typing out a message: "Helloo~ I need a guinea pig for a photo shoot. Any takers?"

You wait eagerly for their responses, but one by one, they all decline. Some are out of town, others too busy with work or other commitments. Feeling a tad disheartened, you're about to give up when a private message pops up from Mingyu.

"What do you mean by guinea pig???" he asks, his curiosity piqued.

You grin, relieved to have found at least one potential prey model. Quickly, you reply, "I mean someone to pose for some experimental shots I want to try out. Are you up for it?"

There was a pause before Mingyu's response came through, teasingly saying, "Ah, I see. You might want to change the term you're using though. Sounds a bit... scary."

"Sooo it's that a yes?" you type back.

"Yup, just give me a minute to prepare," Mingyu replies promptly.

Amused by Mingyu's willingness to participate, you shoot him another message, "Oki~ Btw bring a few different outfits if you can."

After a moment, his reply pops up, "Hmm, shouldn't you be the one worrying about outfits? I'm just the canvas, remember?"

Chuckling at his cheeky response, you type back, "True true. Haha. I'll make sure to have some clothes ready. Just get your ass here. ASAP!"

As you continue to organize your makeshift studio, another thought crosses your mind. Typing out a message to Mingyu, you suggest, "Gyu, since you're the model, can you bring some food? We might get hungry during the shoot!"

Mingyu's reply comes in swiftly, his cheekiness evident in his words, "Wow, now you want me to be the model and the caterer? What's next, am I also doing your hair and makeup?"

You chuckle at his response, appreciating his sense of humor. "Consider it a payment for your modeling services," you reply, adding a smiley face.

There's a brief pause before Mingyu responds, "The audacity. 🙄"

You can't help but laugh at his cheeky response, typing back, "Hey, a multi-talented model like you can surely handle it all, right?"

"Fine" he concedes, "I'll drive thru mcdo, anything you want?"

With a grin, you reassure him, "Anything will do, as long as it keeps us fueled for the shoot. Thanks, Handsome!"

As you place your phone down, you can't shake off the excitement bubbling inside you. Rushing over to your printer, you start browsing Pinterest for inspiration, printing out a mix of cute and seductive poses. You gather them into a folder, ready to guide your impromptu photoshoot.

Heading to your closet, you rummage through the clothes, searching for outfits that can accommodate Mingyu's towering height. After a bit of digging, you manage to find a few options that might work.

With a satisfied nod, you arrange the shirts, jackets, and skirts neatly on the rack, mentally crossing your fingers that Mingyu will show up in jeans to complete the look. It's a bit of a challenge styling someone taller than you, but you're determined to make it work.

Glancing around your makeshift studio, you double-check the lighting and adjust the backdrop slightly, ensuring everything is set for the photoshoot. you settle into a chair nearby as you wait for your muse to arrived.

Hearing the doorbell, you spring up from your chair, practically sprinting to the monitor to check who's there. Sure enough, it's him, standing at your front door with a grin on his face. "Open the door!" he calls out, his voice muffled through the speaker.

Swinging it open, you're greeted by Mingyu's amused expression. Before you can even exchange greetings, your hand instinctively reaches for the bag of food he's carrying.

But he is quick to react, pulling the bag out of your reach with a playful tsk. "Ah ah ah," he teases, holding the bag just out of your grasp. "Not so fast, photographer. You'll get your food after we're done shooting."

You can't help but pout, disappointment clear on your face. "Come on, just one fry!"

With a mock sigh, he relents, literally plucking a single fry from the bag and holding it out to you. "Fine, just one. Don't say I never did anything for you." you eagerly accept it, savoring the salty goodness.

But when you ask for more, he shakes his head, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Sorry, buddy. You're on your own for the rest. Gotta save some for the hungry model."

You let out a playful curse, feigning disappointment as he steps past you into the house, the tantalizing scent of fries lingering in the air. Well, at least you got a taste.

"Nice setup," Mingyu comments as he steps into the studio, his eyes scanning the room before landing on the clothing rack. He quirks an eyebrow as he examines the skirts hanging there. "A skirt? Really?"

You shrug with a sheepish grin, replying, "Hey, it's the best option considering my pants won't even fit you. But don't worry, it's part of the art."

Thanking him for wearing denim jeans, you dive into picking out some clothes for him. "Okay, let's see… How about this turtleneck?.. with this skirt." you suggest, holding it up for his approval.

As you hand him the clothes, you expect him to excuse himself to change, but to your surprise, he starts undressing right there in front of you. You pause for a moment, taken aback, but then you remember that you're both comfortable with each other, and it's all in the name of art.

Once he's dressed, you step back to admire the look, studying him intently. Despite the unconventional pairing, Mingyu somehow manages to pull it off effortlessly. You can't help but feel a pang of admiration, marveling at how effortlessly he can make any outfit look good. "Nice," you finally comment, unable to hide your admiration. "You could wear a garbage bag and still look hot."

He laughs at your comment, flashing you a grin. "Thanks, I think," he replies, striking a wink. "But let's stick with the turtleneck and skirt for now."

"Alright, Gyu, I need you right over here," you gesture towards a spot in front of the backdrop, indicating where you want him to stand.

"Stand tall, shoulders back, and give me a confident stance."

Mingyu follows your directions with ease, adopting a relaxed yet commanding posture that fills the frame with his presence. You adjust the lighting, capturing the play of shadows on his features as he effortlessly owns the space.

"Great, now let's try something a bit more dynamic," you continue, gesturing for him to shift his weight and strike a more playful pose. "How about a slight lean forward, like you're about to take a step? And maybe tilt your head to the side, just a bit."

With a subtle nod, he adjusts his position, adding a hint of movement to the shot while maintaining his composed demeanor. The camera clicks away, freezing the moment in time with striking precision.

As you review the shots on your camera screen, you can't help but be impressed by Mingyu's natural talent in front of the lens. "You're a natural, Gyu," you remark with a grin, feeling the excitement building with each successful shot.

"Let's switch things up a bit," you suggest, motioning for him to crouch down slightly. "Can you lower yourself down and rest one arm on your thigh?"

Mingyu nods, gracefully sinking into a crouch while maintaining his poise. He extends one arm, resting it casually on his thigh, the lines of his body creating a captivating silhouette against the backdrop. His expression takes on a thoughtful intensity as he gazes off into the distance, his features highlighted by the soft glow of the studio lights.

As you review the images on the camera screen, a playful idea strikes you. "Gyu, do you think you could put your finger on your lips and stretch them out a bit? Like you're shushing someone?"

Mingyu quirks an eyebrow at the request but doesn't hesitate to comply. Placing a finger to his lips, he stretches them out into a playful pout, his eyes sparkling with mischief. It's a simple gesture, but it adds a touch of whimsy to the shot, making it all the more captivating.

"Nice," you grin, snapping away as Mingyu holds the pose, his playful expression captured for eternity. "Stand up Gyu, let's switch up the look." you say, turning towards the clothing rack to pick out a new outfit.

As you start browsing through the options, you hear Mingyu's footsteps approaching. Before you can react, he's beside you, a mischievous grin playing on his lips as he plucks the folder from the table.

You turn to him, eyebrows raised in mild surprise. "Oh, found the inspiration folder, did you?"

Mingyu nods, flipping through the pages with a knowing smirk. "I see you've been doing some interesting research," he remarks teasingly, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

You feel a flush creep into your cheeks, but you try to play it cool. "Just trying to get some ideas for poses, you know," you say nonchalantly, though your heart rate might have picked up a bit.

He smirk, as his gaze lingering on the images in the folder. "Hmm, some of these poses are... quite provocative," he comments, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

You clear your throat, feeling a bit flustered under his scrutiny. "Uh, yeah, I was just exploring different styles." you reply awkwardly, hoping to steer the conversation back on track.

But Mingyu doesn't seem deterred, his grin widening as he leans closer to you. "So, which one of these 'interesting' poses are we trying next?" he asks, his tone teasing yet daring.

You clear your throat, trying to regain your focus as you hand Mingyu the leather jacket. "Yep, just the jacket and pants for this one," you reply, trying to keep your voice steady despite the heat rising in your cheeks.

Mingyu raises an eyebrow playfully, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Just the jacket and pants? Sounds like my kind of outfit," he teases, his eyes dancing with amusement.

You chuckle nervously, trying to keep your composure as he strips off his previous clothes and slips into his pants. Your breath catches in your throat as he casually drapes the jacket over his shoulder, the fabric falling in elegant folds.

Gulping down the sudden surge of nerves, you muster up the courage to give him instructions for the next pose. "Next, let's try something a bit more... dramatic," you say, your voice coming out a little shaky.

Mingyu quirks an eyebrow, his gaze flicking towards you with a hint of curiosity. "Dramatic, huh? I like the sound of that," he remarks, his smirk widening as he waits for your next move.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your trembling hands as you instruct him to pose. "I want you to stand with your back against the backdrop, one hand resting on your hip and the other holding the jacket open slightly," you explain, your voice barely above a whisper.

Mingyu nods in understanding, a playful glint in his eyes as he strikes the pose with practiced ease. As you prepare your camera, he can't resist teasing you one last time. "Why not give me some more specific instructions? After all, you've already seen the folder," he teases, his voice laced with playful mischief.

You swallow nervously, acutely aware of the charged atmosphere between you. "I think you already know what I want," you reply, trying to sound nonchalant despite the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. As you continue to snap away with the camera.

He chuckles softly, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Sureee" he concedes.

Rolling your eyes at Mingyu's teasing, you instructed him to wear the jacket. "Just put on the jacket now, please," you say firmly, trying to ignore the playful smirk on his face.

He laugh quietly, but he complies, slipping into the jacket with a casual grace. As he starts to zip it up, he pauses and shoots you a mischievous grin. "You sure you don't want to show off my abs?" he teases, his tone laced with amusement.

You shoot him a glare in response, your patience wearing thin. "Just follow the instructions, Kim Mingyu," you say, your voice tinged with exasperation.

Mingyu's smirk fades slightly at your tone, and he nods, zipping up the jacket until it reaches his chest. He then looks at you expectantly, waiting for further instructions.

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you gesture towards his pants. "Now, unbutton your pants," you instruct, trying to keep your voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in your stomach.

Mingyu raises an eyebrow, but he doesn't protest. Instead, he reaches down and unbuttons his pants, revealing the waistband of his boxers underneath. He looks back at you, a playful glint in his eyes as he waits for your next command.

"Now, let's try something a bit more candid," you suggest, adjusting your camera settings. "Take out your phone and look at it, as if you're checking a message or something. And keep one hand resting on your jean."

Mingyu nods, slipping his hand into his pocket to retrieve his phone. As he does so, he shoots you a playful grin. "Sure thing, boss," he replies, his tone laced with humor. With his phone in hand, Mingyu adopts the pose you described, his gaze fixed on the screen as his other hand rests casually on his jean.

"Perfect," you reply, framing the shot and adjusting the focus. "Just hold that pose for a moment."

As you snap the photo, Mingyu's eyes meet yours briefly, a playful twinkle dancing in them. "Got it," you say, lowering the camera and giving him a nod of approval. "That was great."

Mingyu grins, slipping his phone back into his pocket. "Thanks. Anything else you want to try?" he asks, his tone casual but curious.

"Can you lower the zipper of your jacket just a bit?" you ask, trying to maintain your professional demeanor.

Mingyu's grin widens as he teasingly responds, "Oh, now you want to see my abs, huh?"

You shoot him a glare, but he only laughs in response. "I was just kidding," he adds quickly, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "But seriously, I can't adjust it."

Letting out a resigned sigh, you reluctantly make your way towards him. As you reach for the zipper, Mingyu takes the opportunity to grab your camera, holding it up to give you a better view.

But as you struggle with the stubborn zipper, you can't help but feel Mingyu's gaze burning into you. His eyes are fixed on your face, his expression unreadable yet strangely intense.

Feeling a flush creeping up your cheeks, you try to ignore the distraction and concentrate on the zipper. With a final tug, the zipper finally gives way, sliding down smoothly to reveal the hint of Mingyu's toned chest beneath.

With the zipper finally adjusted, you reclaim your camera from Mingyu's grasp, grateful to resume the shoot. You quickly refocus your attention, determined to capture the perfect shot.

"Alright, Gyu, let's try something a little more intense," you say, your voice slightly husky as you gesture for him to follow your lead.

He nods, his expression serious as he waits for your instructions. "Place your thumb on your lower lip," you continue, your voice barely above a whisper as you watch him carefully.

Mingyu follows your directions without hesitation, his thumb brushing lightly against his lower lip as he fixes his gaze on the camera. There's a raw intensity in his eyes, a simmering passion that sends a shiver down your spine.

As you snap away with your camera, you can't help but feel the sexual tension crackling between you. Each pose becomes more daring, more provocative.

"That's a wrap," you declare with a satisfied smile, reviewing the pictures you've taken with Mingyu. The images are stunning, each one capturing a different facet of his charm and charisma.

Mingyu nods in agreement, a satisfied grin on his face as he removes the jacket, leaving him with just the unbuttoned pants. "Great job, Y/N," he says, giving you a playful wink. "Now, how about we switch roles? You be the model, and I'll be the photographer."

You consider his suggestion for a moment before nodding. "Why not?" you reply with a grin, handing him the camera. "Let's see what you can do behind the lens."

Mingyu accepts the camera with a grin, already brimming with ideas for poses and compositions. "Alright, but first, I think you need to change," he says, gesturing towards your denim shorts. "How about switching into some jeans?"

You nod in agreement, feeling a rush of excitement at the prospect of being on the other side of the camera. "Sounds good," you reply, making your way to your bedroom to change. As you slip into a pair of jeans, you can't help but feel a sense of anticipation building inside you.

You return to the room, a sense of suspense coursing through you as Mingyu holds out a denim jacket. His next request catches you off guard. "Um, remove my shirt and bra and just wear the jacket?" you repeat, your voice slightly shaky with surprise.

Mingyu nods, a determined look in his eyes as he hands you a picture from the folder. "Yeah, I saw this pose and thought it would look great on you," he explains, his tone confident.

You take a deep breath, feeling a surge of nerves and excitement as you strip off your shirt and bra, leaving you with just the jacket. Clutching the picture in your hand, you mimic the pose, trying to channel the same confidence and allure as the model in the photo.

As you hold the pose, he snaps away with the camera, capturing the moment from every angle. "Perfect," he murmurs, a hint of admiration in his voice as he reviews the shots.

Suddenly, Mingyu's voice breaks the silence, pulling you out of your reverie. "Now, how about we try something a little more daring?" he suggests, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued by his suggestion. "Oh? That would be?" you ask, your curiosity piqued.

Mingyu hands you another picture from the folder, his gaze intense as he meets your eyes. "I want you to remove the jacket and just cover your chest," he says, his voice low and husky with desire.

You swallow nervously, feeling a rush of heat flood through you at his words. With trembling hands, you remove the jacket, leaving your chest exposed as you cover yourself with your arms.

Mingyu watches you intently, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he captures the moment with his camera. "Beautiful," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper as he continues to snap away.

But he's not done yet. "Turn around," he instructs, his voice firm but gentle. "Place your hands behind your back, in your pockets."

You obey his command, feeling a thrill run through you as you follow his instructions. The cool breeze brushes against your exposed breasts, sending a shiver down your spine as your nipples harden in response.

Mingyu continues to photograph you, you can't help but feel a sense of exhilaration coursing through you. This photoshoot has taken an unexpected turn, but you find yourself embracing the moment, eager to see where it leads.

As you stand there, feeling a mix of exhilaration and uncertainty, you hear Mingyu's voice behind you. "You look really stunning," he murmurs, his words sending a thrill down your spine.

You turn to face him, a faint blush tinting your cheeks as he moves closer, reaching out to adjust your hair with gentle fingers. His touch sends a shiver of anticipation racing through you.

Mingyu then leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "Why don't we go all out?" he whispers, his voice low and husky. "Why don't you take off all your remaining clothes? We can recreate the birth of Venus. You already look perfect, so let's give it a go."

You meet his gaze, your heart pounding in your chest as you consider his proposal. His eyes are dark with desire, burning with a hunger that mirrors your own.

In that moment, you feel a surge of courage coursing through you. With a nod, you take a deep breath and begin to remove your remaining clothes, baring yourself to him completely.

You stand there, vulnerable and exposed, you can't help but feel a sense of liberation washing over you. Mingyu's eyes drink in every inch of your naked form, his admiration evident in the way he looks at you.

As the last click of the camera signals the end of the shoot, Mingyu's words bring you back to reality. "It's done," he declares, his voice filled with satisfaction as he sets the camera down on the table.

With a sense of relief, you start to gather your clothes, eager to cover yourself and return to some semblance of normalcy.

But before you can fully clothe yourself, Mingyu's voice stops you in your tracks. "Wait," he says, his tone commanding yet gentle.

Confused, you turn to look at him, your hands still clutching your clothes to your chest. His eyes are filled with lust as he walks towards you, a hunger burning within him that sends a thrill through your veins.

You swallow nervously as he cups your face in his hands, his touch sending electric sparks dancing across your skin. Closing your eyes, you lean into his touch, anticipation building in the air as you wait for his next move.

And then it happens. Mingyu leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a gentle caress. It's a slow, languid kiss, filled with passion and thirst as you melt into each other's embrace.

Feeling emboldened by the intensity of the moment, you drop your clothes, wrapping your arms around Mingyu to deepen the kiss. His response is immediate, his hands roaming eagerly over your body as he pulls you closer, his desire evident in every touch.

With a soft gasp, you feel Mingyu's hand on his pants, lowering them along with his boxers to let his cock free. Your breath catches in your throat as you feel him aligning it along your entrance, the anticipation sending a shiver of excitement coursing through you.

As Mingyu slides his length inside you, you let out a soft moan, the sensation of him filling you completely overwhelming your senses. His hands wrap around your butt, lifting you effortlessly off the ground, and you instinctively wrap your legs around him, clinging to him tightly as he begins to move.

With each thrust, he sets a rhythm that sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You find yourself moving in sync with him, using your arms to pull yourself up and down on him, your legs squeezing his waist to grip him tighter.

His lips find yours in a passionate kiss, adding an extra layer of intensity to the already electric atmosphere. You lose yourself in the moment, the world fading away as you focus solely on the feeling of Mingyu inside you, the rhythm of your bodies moving in perfect harmony.

As you reach your climax together, the pleasure crashes over you in a tidal wave, your bodies trembling with the force of your release. Pressing your foreheads together, you lock eyes with Mingyu, sharing a moment of pure connection as you cum together inside you.

Still clinging to him, he squeeze your ass, the sensation sending a shiver of pleasure down your spine. Mingyu's words break the silence, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and satisfaction. "If this is what you meant for being a guinea pig," he says, his tone teasing yet sincere, "then count me in for every experiment."

Laughing at his playful remark, you reluctantly unwrap your legs from around him as he gently sets you back down on the ground. Despite the lingering warmth of your connection, you know there are practical matters to attend to.

"Shower sounds amazing right now," you say with a grin, feeling a sudden pang of hunger as you remember the food Mingyu brought. "And food too, definitely food."

Mingyu nods in agreement, a smile playing on his lips as he reaches for your hand. "Lead the way," he says, his voice soft and reassuring as he follows you towards the bathroom.

As you step into the shower together, the warm water cascading over your bodies, you can't help but feel a sense of intimacy and closeness with Mingyu. The simple act of washing each other's skin becomes a tender gesture of care and affection, deepening the bond between you.

After the shower, you wrap yourselves in towels and make your way to the kitchen, where you find the food Mingyu brought earlier waiting for you. Sitting down at the table together, you share a meal.

You then started to set up your laptop to export the pictures from the photoshoot, eager to see the results of your collaboration. As you browse through the images, you can't help but feel a sense of pride at the work you've created together.

With a satisfied smile, you lean back in your chair, feeling grateful for the day you've shared with Mingyu. As you look at him, a sense of warmth fills your heart, knowing that you've found someone who's willing to go on this journey with you, one photoshoot at a time.

....... ≿━━━━༺MINGYU༻━━━━≾ .......

[endless-ineffabilities]

jealous ewan headcanon idea: how about matt and reader sitting down to have lunch together and ewan is fuming in the corner and then he tried to butt in by dragging his chair into the table and started trying to insert himself in the conversation? just a thought. 🥰

Love this! Got my mind racing, so read more below. A little something for my chem ov readers - I hope this finds you and I hope that Ewan drives you mad 😉💙

After the table read in part seven...

The cast and crew help themselves to catering after successfully accomplishing the table read. The adjacent meeting hall is decked out with various offerings, and everyone is scattered across several tables.

You've just gotten a plate of your food, Matt in tow, and the two of you settle down at one of the small circular corner tables that happened to have only two seats.

"Anything planned for the weekend?" you ask him.

"Why, love?" he asks, smirking. "Do you have something in mind?"

You have to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling due to his blatant charm. You know you've been doing it too much.

"Well, I wanted to invite some of you over for drinks on Saturday night, and Emma and Liv will be busy going out of town, Phia has a date with her boyfriend, Bethany's got an audition, and I still have to ask the others really -

" - I'm in, why not?" he says.

"Oh!" you don't hold back your smile then. "That's great! I think Fabs might come, too, but only for a while since he promised Bella -

"What about Ewan?"

"What about me?" Ewan retorts suddenly, making his presence known. Unbeknownst to you and Matt, he had dragged another chair across the carpet, in order to join your table.

He twirls the chair in place in one hand, and plops down on it. He is positioned somewhat in the middle of yourself and Matt, but he is angled closer to you, laying a hand on the back of your seat. He sips his can of Coke for a second, then he repeats, "What's going on?"

"Oh, mate, just - " Matt starts to explain.

"It's nothing," you find yourself cutting him off, growing pissed off by the way Ewan just inserted himself in the conversation. His tone doesn't leave much to be desired, either. You add, "We were just talking about the script. You did well, and we're just happy for Aemond and where his story is going."

Matt is confused as to why you don't just invite Ewan as well, but he notices the tense air between the two of you and the way your shoulders stiffened at his proximity. He decides to let it go.

"Though of course, your scenes are just excellent this season, aren't they?" Matt points to you. "Especially the ones with Daemon."

Ewan has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from cursing, due to Matt's apparent audacity to flirt with his girl.

"Mhmm," you smile, "I do get some good ones. I must say I really liked - "

Ewan interjects, "Alyna did have two scenes with Aemond towards the end. And even in those, she's got a more charged dynamic than what she has with Daemon."

"Alyna and Aemond?" Matt scoffs. "Come on, mate. She wouldn't fraternise with the enemy!"

Ewan shakes his head, "I wouldn't say no, I mean, what she and Aemond have is something... chemical, you know? Riveting. The tension is electrifying, so to speak. Whereas with Daemon, it's more tame and... familial."

"Uhhh - " you open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. You mull his words over, and you know he's right.

But Matt counters with, "Is that so? Well, you know what they say about Targaryens. They like to keep it in the family. So there's nothing wrong with Daemon and Alyna acting familial, if you know what I mean." He laughs dryly, before throwing you a cheeky wink.

You respond in kind, snorting at his humour while shaking your head fondly.

"Mmm." Ewan simply hums, before taking a long, slow sip of his drink.

He thinks of The Battle Above The Gods Eye, and how it will be such an insane and challenging scene.

Daemon against Aemond?

He can't wait.

[blackenedsnow]

Hello! Can I play request P2 and P3 headcanons on what a night in with their s/o would be like?

p2 and p3 dude having a night in with their s/o

WARNING: None

PAIRING: Postal (2) Dude x Reader, Postal (3) Dude x Reader

NOTE: Hey dear!! Yes you can. I hope you enjoy!

P2 DUDE

You’re in his dingy trailer, which he’s done absolutely nothing to improve.

The TV is probably the centerpiece of the evening, set to whatever's on, though Dude doesn’t actually care much about what’s playing—he’s just there to chill with you.

Relaxation isn’t something he gets often, so when he does get time alone with you, he appreciates it in his own deadpan way.

He’ll throw his arm around you casually, pulling you in close without a word.

You can feel him unwind, even if he’s still staring blankly at whatever nonsense is on the screen.

Food is definitely low-effort.

It’s likely you’ve got a pizza delivery coming, and he’s already popped open a few beers.

The conversation might be sparse, but he’ll make sarcastic comments about the TV, the pizza guy, or literally anything around you both.

You share a beer or two (or three)

Despite his crass exterior, Dude shows his softer side in little ways.

He’ll ask how your day went, how are you doing, stuff like that.

He listens more than you’d think, his snarky comments spaced out by moments where he’s actually paying attention.

If you’re close, he’ll rest his hand on your thigh or give your shoulder a squeeze to show he’s content just being there with you. The evening ends with both of you slouched on the couch, the TV flickering and Dude half-asleep with his arm still draped over you.

There’s no dramatic declarations or over-the-top romantic gestures. It’s just easy—simple, dirty, and weirdly comfortable.

He might mumble something like, "I love you, you know that?" before nodding off completely.

P3 DUDE

His place is FUCKED, with random junk scattered around and nothing really matching or organized.

He’s probably thrown together some questionable dinner, but hey—it’s the thought that counts.

He’d have invited you over to relax and escape whatever nonsense is going on outside.

He can’t sit still for too long.

If you’re watching TV, he’s constantly fidgeting, grabbing snacks, or flipping through random channels until he lands on something bizarre enough to hold his attention.

He’ll crack jokes the entire time, occasionally glancing at you with a grin to see if he’s getting a laugh.

If he senses you’re stressed, he’ll be silly to lighten the mood, even if it means doing something ridiculous like pretending to narrate a dumb action scene with his best movie-trailer voice.

Dude tries to cook.

He probably throws something in the oven or makes a horrendous microwave dinner for the both of you.

The food is questionable, but it’s the effort that counts, right?

“Tastes like crap, but at least I didn’t burn down the kitchen this time,” he’ll joke, nudging you with a grin.

He’s surprisingly affectionate in a chaotic way.

He’ll pull you into his lap, wrap his arms around you, and bury his face in your shoulder while dramatically whining about something stupid.

Even if you try to push him off, he clings harder, turning it into a playful wrestling match.

There’s never a dull moment with him around.

Dude tries to be romantic but in his own awkward way.

He’ll lean in for a kiss at the weirdest moments or randomly shower you with praise, but it always comes off as a joke.

“You’re the best thing that’s happened to me since I figured out how to rig that soda machine,” he’ll say, giving you a cheeky grin.

But underneath the humor, there’s real affection in his words.

As the night winds down, there’s no telling what’ll happen.

He might get restless and want to go out for a drive around town just for the hell of it, or he might finally settle down beside you, arm slung lazily around your shoulders.

Either way, the night ends with him pressing a kiss to your temple and saying, “Don’t know what I’d do without ya,” before falling into a rare moment of stillness.

[jeanie-g]

I need more!!!!

'a gold star for me' plz

you ask and i shall deliver!! this is an au where jack is a middle school english teacher who wants to go into sports journalism and nico is the hot, new gym teacher that gets his goat!

also featuring trevor as the science teacher all the 8th grade girls have a crush on and jamie as his teacher's aide (who trevor is desperately trying to woo). also sebastian aho cuz i needed a villain lmao

it's hot, it's funny, it's relatable, and even a bit inspirational at times (i hope). it also might be my longest fic (with, like, actual chapters! wowza!)

here's a couple snippets:

The last essay of the semester, on a handful of Ray Bradbury’s short science fiction stories, was due at the start of last class. Jack had managed a good rate of on-time turn-ins, of varying quality but nonetheless complete, which bodes well for his end-of-semester performance review. Daniel turned his in on Monday, which wasn’t a surprise, and Jack was able to mark it over his evening tea, reading it and giving it its deserved A+ before the kettle even whistled. As for the rest, Jack dedicated a solid two hours to the task last night, breaking out his lucky red pen and using it frequently. Now, Friday morning, he has a stack of graded papers on his desk ready to be handed out before the weekend. Well, except Charlotte’s.

Charlotte was suspiciously absent on Wednesday, which isn’t out of the norm, really—her multiple absences was something he brought up to her mother during their parent-teacher conference last month, though the woman just sighed and said that she got frequent stomach aches (Jack wasn’t about to comment that her ailments had the habit of landing on test days). It’s not that Charlotte isn’t smart—Jack would hate to say she has potential if she only just applied herself—she just doesn’t want to be there. Jack has had more than his fair share of students like that. If it weren’t for their parents’ expectations—and their checkbooks funding their frankly overpriced tuition—kids like Charlotte would flunk out voluntarily. They always seem to get cold feet right before report cards come out, though.

Charlotte continues in her excuse train, and Jack waves a hand for her to stop. He’s heard it all before, and Charlotte is as transparent as a glass door, but Jack knows they’ll both be miserable if he gives her grief for it now. The whole point of getting these all done the night before was to have an easy, stress-free weekend with no homework of his own. All but forcing Charlotte to scribble some half-thought out mess on some looseleaf during her study hall would only stress them both out—Charlotte for obvious reasons, and Jack, because he’d be the one who’d have to actually read it.

and!

“What are you drinking?” Nico asks, and Jack had almost forgotten about the empty glass in front of him. Jack opens his mouth to answer but hesitates.

Part of Jack wants to lengthen this moment between him and Nico, really stretch it out as long as he can make it. Another part wants to nod his head towards the door, grab Nico’s hand, and pull him through it. With the way Nico is looking at him right now, he doesn’t think it’ll be too difficult. He’s certainly spent less time working up the nerve to make the big ask with other men, but something is telling him to let this moment grow—slow down the drive and coast a little.

“Gimlet,” he says, and Nico flags down Ana as she passes to order two for the both of them. Ana nods and grabs the well-loved bottle of Ketel One. He’ll let Nico take the lead and see where he ends up. He seems more than capable.

With Nico sitting down now, Jack can study his arms resting on the bartop, thick and covered in fine, dark hair. His gaze travels up the line of them, and he notices the bulk of his biceps stretched along the fabric of his shirt. “So, you’re new in town, checking out the local scene?”

Nico nods, catching Jack studying him with a cheeky smile. “Yes. I don’t really know anyone in the area yet. This seemed like a good place to start.”

“Well, yeah, Salt Crab’s the best. Isn’t that right, Ana?”

Ana turns around, towel in one hand drying some wine glasses. “Sweet talk’s not gonna make those drinks free, Hughes.”

Jack’s laugh bubbles out of him, and he catches Nico staring at him, like he’s hanging onto his every sound. Nico’s eyes flick to the floor and back up.

“You have a nice laugh,” he says, and Jack has to divert the conversation before he starts blushing like a schoolboy.

thanks for the ask, @solip1386 <333

[strawberrycheeks-and-glasses]

~Sweet Talker~

Miya Atsumu x f!reader | rated E | 5k~

Summary: Moving back to your home town after a devastating break up one year ago, you meet, sweet talking, Miya Atsumu.

Inspired by the song Sweet Talker by Sarah Hemi

Driving along in your hometown, it’s a beautiful sunny day. Feeling the warmth of the new summer sun on your skin as you let the wind slip through your fingers, like a silk ribbon, holding your hand out the window.

Sitting at a stop light, playing the wind, a motorcycle appears in your side mirror, coming up behind you. The black and yellow streaks on the bike catch the light of the sun, grabbing your attention and staring at the reflection as the rider slows to a stop next to you. Glancing at the rider next to you out of the corner of your sunglasses, you try not to make it obvious that you might be checking him out. Fixing your gaze on the red light, you see him slip off his helmet and suddenly a bright yellow shag of hair appears at your window.

“Hiya,” he smiles sideways at you. His gloved hand reaching for your extend one, gently grasping it.

“What the-?” Trying to pull away, his grip on you pulls you into him, leaning down to kiss your knuckles.

“Miya,” he winks at you. “Miya Atsumu.”

Mesmerized by his amber eyes, you feel yourself relax into his hold on you.

“Does this usually work on girls?” You goad him, not wanting to give into his good looks right off the bat.

“You tell me,” he says with a cheeky smile.

A loud honk from behind you reminds you that you’re literally sitting in traffic getting hit on by, MSBY Black Jackals, setter, number 13, Miya Astumu.

Quickly glancing up at the, now green, light, you smirk at him.

“No,” you tease, stepping on the gas and driving away; your hand slipping from his as you go.

Staring at him in your rear view mirror, you laugh to yourself. What are the odds of running into him on your first day back in your hometown. Catching a glimpse of him in your side mirror, he’s putting his helmet back on, revving his bike, shooting out into the street to catch up to you.

Slowly coming up to your window again at the next red light, he lifts his helmet shield up to smile at you. His cheeks squish against the padding, making his smile softer and more adorable than his usual smolder.

“If that didn’t work,” he calls over to you. “Maybe I can take ya out, show ya around. Since yer new here ‘n all.”

“How do you know I’m not from around here?” You poke, wondering how he knew that.

“Yer license plates,” he chuckles.

Rolling your eyes behind your sunglasses, you click your tongue. “Well, I grew up around here so, don’t really need an escort.”

“Then maybe ya can show me around?” He tries to smirk, the helmet making him look more like a chipmunk than a fox.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” You nod to light above his lane, the green arrow now illuminated.

“Gotta go, princess,” he winks, flicking his shield back down and zooming around the corner.

Driving along, you decide to take the long way around, taking in the familiar sights of your childhood as you head towards your destination. Reminding yourself why you came back home in the first place.

It’s been over a year since your break up, and when your job offered a new position in your hometown, you jumped at the opportunity. You missed being home, and you wanted to get out of your old town, where everywhere you went reminded you of your ex. Besides, you missed your dad and ever since your mother passed, he’s thrown himself into his career, not taking care of himself like he should.

Pulling into the parking lot of a familiar building, you hop out of the car and walk in. You notice it looks renovated, completely new interior and nothing like you remember. Except the sounds that echo around you, the squeaking of shoes and slamming of a ball hitting the floor, those will never change.

Walking through the double doors that lead to the court in the gym your dad used to being you to as a kid, you see the players practicing. One of those players, you met just a few moments ago. Catching his eye, you smirk over at him as you walk over to your dad, MSBY Black Jackals head coach.

“Hey dad!” You smile at him, hugging him as he greets you.

“Guys! Bring it in!” He shouts over to the team. They all see you and flash wide smiles, jogging over quickly to meet you. “This is my daughter,” he says.

“Yer daughter?!” Atsumu asks, shaking his head at you with a crooked smile.

“Yes. Now, she’ll be stopping by every now and then since she just moved back,” your dad explains as you smile at the team, avoiding Atsumu’s gaze. “Don’t be weird and don’t get any ideas or I’ll bench ya,” he warns.

As all the guys greet you and welcome you to town, they kindly introduce themselves with warm smiles and then head back to the court to resume their practice.

“So,” Atsumu whispers to you off on the sidelines as he grabs his water, pretending to be innocently taking a break. “Ya knew who I was already.”

“Maybe,” you smirk, picking up empty water bottles to refill.

“Ya think yer slick, don’t ya?” He chuckles.

“Not as slick as you, Miya,” you tease, tossing him a towel and taking the bottles to refill, leaving him chuckling in your wake.

Please read the rest on ao3

[bisamwilson]

Hi! Sambucky + #6, pretty please?

thanks for the ask <3 #6: things you said under the stars and in the grass (from this list)

There's a firefly within reaching distance, so it shouldn't be any surprise to Bucky that Sam automatically reaches up towards it.

He doesn't catch it like Bucky expects him to, like Bucky'd seen him do with Cass and AJ on warm summer nights down in Delacroix, but just lets his hands hover a few inches away until it blinks off outward into the night. Sam's arms fall back down to his stomach.

"You know how a lot of people get seasick when they're lying out on a boat?" Sam asks, a tinge of melancholy in his voice that doesn't match the lazy haze of the night. He doesn't look over to see if Bucky nods, but he does anyway. "Sometimes I think I've got the opposite of that. Watching the stars from solid ground feels wrong in a way I can't really explain."

They'd been in upstate New York for entirely too long, training some of the new kids at the compound to teach them how to work as a team, along with Sam training Joaquín on some of the more advanced techniques with the wings. Bucky's even starting to feel a little homesick for Delacroix, for the allure of Sarah's living room couch, so he can't imagine how much Sam must miss it.

"I heard Cass won his little league game last night," Bucky says, knowing both that talking about his nephews tends to take Sam's mind off of things and that the reminder that Bucky texts Sarah on occasion now might be enough to playful irritate the melancholy away for a while.

Sam huffs a laugh out of his nose and turns his head to look at Bucky, his eyebrow raised. "Man, what did I tell you about talking to my sister?"

Bucky makes an exaggerated show of putting his hands behind his head and getting comfortable, keeping his gaze fixed on the sky above him. "No flirting involved, I swear," he says in a cheeky voice that implies the exact opposite. He's fully aware Sam knows any amount of flirting with Sarah is playful by now, a fun way for both of them to tease Sam considering how obvious it is to everyone around that Bucky's got it bad for Sam himself.

They haven't really crossed any lines on that front yet, even though Bucky's almost positive it's mutual, but they both know they're driving towards it at a pretty steady pace.

Sam reaches over and pushes him gently, and Bucky makes an even bigger show of lurching to the side. "Ignoring the fact that you were absolutely flirting with my sister, yeah, Cass did win his little league game last night. They're going to some kind of tournament in NOLA next week, and he spent like an hour on FaceTime with me last night telling me about all of the stuff he's planning to pack and all of the places he wants to go visit while they're already in town."

Sam smiles to himself with that soft, sweet smile that always makes Bucky's heart flutter in his chest before his grin drops just enough to notice if you're looking.

Bucky's always looking.

"He asked me if I could go watch him and I told him I'd try, but it feels like just about every day there's something new to teach the kids or some new urgent mission to fly out to. Sarah said she'd tape the whole thing for me, but it's still not the same, you know?"

Perhaps bringing up the baseball game wasn't Bucky's best move, he thinks.

Sam sighs and rolls back over on his back for just a moment before pushing himself upright and standing up, lightly brushing off his shorts. "We should probably head inside. Gettin' kinda late, and we have kids to teach tomorrow."

There's a grumpy retort about having to teach these new overpowered children on the tip of Bucky's tongue, but he holds it back and just shakes his head. "You go ahead. I'll catch up soon."

Sam's eyebrows knit together, but he doesn't press. "Night, Buck. Sleep tight."

"Night, Sammy," he replies softly, when Sam's a little too far away to hear.

He fishes his phone out of his pocket and notes the late hour, but he figures Sharon's probably still up, so he dials her number anyways.

"You know business hours don't extend till eleven PM, right, Bucky?" she asks in lieu of a hello.

He thinks about teasing her about her time running a nightclub in the midst of a stolen art selling operation that definitely stayed open past normal business hours, but he decides against it. "Hey, Sharon? Any way that Sam could get this weekend off? Cass has a baseball game."

She hums. "You willing to tag in if the world catches fire?"

Bucky looks off in the direction that Sam had walked off in. "For Sam? Always."

[huntsvillegossip]

Happy New Year Lovelies!

Well, happier for some than for others, it seems. Eagan Connolly is raising quite the fuss about the disappearance of someone named Will Monroe—details are light on who exactly Will is but apparently he's known to some as a local prostitute. If you see her hobbling around, maybe keep a wide berth, since they’ve been heard muttering to themselves in public. If it was something worth worrying about, the police or Mayor Nat herself would have informed us, of course.

We have multiple witnesses having seen what looked like a very upset Christopher Winters and a very concerned Jim Dunford in town the other day. They were arguing about what sounded like a cheeky New Years Eve kiss that they shared. Jim seemed to be trying to placate Christopher, who was not having it, shoving the man away and stalking off. No news yet as to whether Emma Dunford is aware of this. For all we know, this might be her way of having her cake and eating it too. Christopher and Emma are also expecting a child, which begs the question, is now really the time to try something new?

Speaking of their upcoming adoption, the baby’s birth mother has also been on her own romantic adventure. Josie Reigh and Gabriel Westfall are official, at least if the people overhearing her referring to him as her boyfriend are to be believed. The two seem to be quite happy with each other. Alas, not everyone seems to be as over the moon as they are. Nico Garcia stills seems hung up over Miss Reigh, which is no surprise, since he always was the more sensitive brother. He has repeatedly been seen intoxicated at the Sasquatch and was even heard propositioning one of their bartenders. One lucky contender who took him up on the offer is Jessica Sinclair. That girl's taste has always been questionable—but perhaps this is the one who will break her streak of heartbreak?

The younger Garcia brother isn't the only one moping and drinking his sorrows away at the bar. Theodore Collins has become the latest member of the lonely hearts club. Many have remarked he's been overly temperamental at work with some adding in that he and Kirby have officially called it quits. However, seems they're both quick to move on. Theodore was spotted hitting on Morgan Vovk, who took him home "as a friend"—you can take that as you will. Meanwhile, Kirby has been seen multiple times leaving the drive-in with Edward Langston. Now, sonsidering he should be focused on helping raise his goddaughter, you would think he'd reconsider his priorities. Kirby is fun but they're hardly the person you'd want around when you're trying to be responsible.

That's all for now, my lovelies. Remember: drink and flirt responsibly! You never know who's watching.

Love, Auntie G

“Is it just me, or do the old folks at the retirement home seem happier lately?  Is it just because of that new doctor working there or what?” - Anon (37M)

“So, I hear there’s an angry bounty hunter in town, and word on the street is he’s after a big score. Guess it makes sense that he seems to have joined Val Moreno’s harem. He seems like her type. Good luck and godspeed to Connor Hastings, I suppose.” - Hopeful Future Harem Member

“It appears like Duck Romero has been lassoed by Claire Forbes and is officially off the market. I saw the two of them on what appeared to be a date after New Years looking mighty cozy. Third time’s the charm, folks!” - Town Bird Watcher

“Declan Sullivan seems to be sowing his wild oats, as he was seen kissing Peyton Wilson soon after a love confession to him by Artemis Hayes was overheard at a construction site. Never seen a boy high tail it out of a conversation so fast. Hey, I'm willing to be her shoulder to cry on any day.” - Bob the Builder

"You'd be surprised how much shit gets talked about at the construction sites. You know that circus guy? Mercy Wainwright? Might've overheard him bitching about not getting to see his kid. That he might actually try to get custody of 'em. Not sure how the baby mama, Josie Reigh, gonna feel about that one." - The 4th Property Brother

“Yeah, so I was having a drink at the Sasquatch when Hope McGillivray threw a drink in Floyd Blackward’s face. Guess he made a pass at her but you can’t blame a guy for trying. Dude’s still stuck in second place it looks like.” - Day Drinker

“Although Halley MacGillivray and Saffron Aubert are now officially dating, Halley has been seen hanging out with Felix Berkowitz, Saffron's ex-fiancé. Like mother, like daughter, I suppose. Loyalty seems to be a concept that family struggles with.” - Anon (22F)

"Hey, so I don't know if it was the eggnog at the party or what. But Edgar Wayne had a full meltdown at his own party. Looks like it was cause of Beverly Torrance, she went skinny dipping in this freezing ass weather with Elijah Atkins. I thought the rangers were suppose to help out folks not nearly kill 'em." - Eggnog Lover

[casspurrjoybell-17]

HEART'S PRICE - CHAPTER 40

*Warning: Adult Content*  

With nothing more to be said on the subject of Thomas Flynn, for the moment, at least, Ambrose Thorne and Dane Hunter take turns filling Freya Hunter in on the situation with the thefts. 

She asks a few keen questions but for the most part she just listens. 

Noah Hunter knows that, besides being the best tracker in their Pack, she has something like a photographic memory and will remember everything she's told with no need to take notes.

When at last they've caught her up, the talk turns to other, lighter fare.

Grace tells them about her plans for the farm and Freya entertains them with stories of some of the more unusual jobs she'd been hired for, which sound like a recap of a wild season of some crazy tv show.

When she tells them how she cleared out a nest of feral ghouls that had taken up residence in an abandoned subway tunnel, Noah ties to catch her in a lie or at the very least an exaggeration.

"Yeah, I've done that, too," Noah laughs. 

"In a video game. 'Feral ghouls' aren't real."

She shoots him a look that says 'challenge accepted' and pulls out her phone. 

She has pictures. 

They certainly look real.

They also look kinda like normal people, except for the dead grey skin, black eyes and black, needle-like teeth.

"Ghouls feed on the dead," Freya explains matter-of-factly. 

"The real ones, that is. Most are pretty well-behaved, really and keep to themselves. It's when they get together in larger numbers that things get messy."

"Oh wow," Grace breathes, having taken Freya's cell-phone to look for herself. 

She scrolls to the next picture and the next and Freya happily details her thrilling encounters with a number of unusual beings. 

Noah guesses it explains why she'd barely bat an eye when he announced he was dating a dragon and he feels a twinge of uncalled-for jealousy as he realizes that her life is about a thousand times more interesting than his.

"What's this guy?" Grace asks, holding the phone towards Freya. 

Noah catches a glimpse of a handsome dark face and a cheeky grin. 

"He looks hot. Is he an incubus or something?"

"Oh... no," Freya says, taking her phone back and quickly returning it to her pocket. 

"That's just Darius."

Grace narrows her eyes with a slight smile. 

"'Just Darius,' huh?"

Freya sips her drink with studied nonchalance. 

"Yeah, we've been, uh, working together for a bit. I left the RV with him when I flew out here."

She turns the conversation to another topic and Grace lets it go but when Freya's not looking she casts Noah a wink and mouths just Darius, while trying to hide a grin. 

Noah files the name away for future use.

                                                        ~ ☾ ~

Eventually, their little party winds down.

 Ambrose, Freya and Dane turn back to discussing the case, while Grace and  Noah compare some of their favorite books. 

Chloe leans against Grace, content to listen, while Julian has slowly inched closer to Dane. 

He lies curled with his head in his lap, seemingly asleep, while Dane absently strokes his soft, dark chocolate-colored hair.

The pair of them might have hit a rough patch, Noah reflects but they're still on the same road.

It's late when Ambrose and Noah depart, Freya giving his brother a final rib-cracking squeeze and a playful pretend punch to the side of his face on their way out.

"Weasel," she says, shaking her head. 

"I'm happy for you, though, you know that right?"

She hugs Ambrose next and Noah sees her whispering something in his ear that makes his eyebrows lift. 

In the car, Noah asks him what she'd said.

"Let's just say that if I take your brother's threats to my person seriously, it is your sister whom I'd truly fear to cross."

Noah Hunter laughs. 

"Me too."

The rest of the drive home passes in silence. 

Noah stares out the window at the night-darkened world, watching trees and fields and then houses and the streets of the town slide by, like a dreamy film reel. 

He’s sleepy and relaxed and strangely content and he realizes that as uncomfortable as it was to share his story, he feels better now that he has.

Despite having seen him only that day and despite Dane's prediction that Noah will see him again, he feels like he’s finally free of Thomas Flynn.

So he’s a little surprised to see, as Ambrose pulls into the garage and shuts off the engine but makes no move to get out of the car, that he doesn't seem to share his lightened mood. 

In fact, Ambrose looks almost grim, staring straight ahead with his hands still on the wheel.

"Ambrose?" Noah asks after a moment. 

"What's wrong?"

He takes a breath and then, still without looking at Noah, speaks in a quiet, low voice.

"You're not to see him again, Noah," he says. 

"Do you understand me?"

Noah blinks a few times, taken aback. 

"Who? T-Thomas?"

"Who else would I be talking about?"

"I don't want to see him again," Noah replies, frowning. 

"You know that."

"Then see that you don't."

Noah’s frown deepens. 

Ambrose’s tone is almost harsh and he sounds as if he's laying down the law for a troublesome teen and wants to make it clear he means to be obeyed.

"Hey," Noah objects. 

"You don't need to tell me that. I'm well aware of the danger, in case you missed that part."

"Are you?" Ambrose asks, finally turning to look at Noah, his eyes flicking between each of his. 

"Did you not, this very day, meet him in secret, having told no one of your planned assignation ahead of time? Would you not have done the same again, if the wretch had promised you repentance and if your brother had not put his skills to use at last and discovered the true nature of the man?"

"What? No." Noah protests. 

"And I did tell someone. The only reason that someone wasn't you is because I didn't get the chance to. I tried to tell you all this last night, remember? What's with you, anyway? Thomas or not, who I see or don't see isn't something for you to decide."

Quick as a striking snake, Ambrose grabs Noah by the back of the neck, pulling the young man towards him across the space between their seats.

"Listen here, little wolf," he hisses between his teeth. 

"Do you have any fuckin' idea what you are to me?"

Alarmed by his sudden, unexpected aggression, Noah stares back at him, hardly daring to blink.

"I'm your... your M-Mate," Noah answers, with less certainty than he'd like.

Ambrose shakes his head. 

"You know you're more than that. You're my heart, my weakness, my wealth, my joy and my greatest fear. And if dragons are prone to any particular vice, little wolf, it is not wrath. It is jealousy."

Noah tries to pull away from him but Ambrose doesn't let him go. 

"Are you seriously saying you're jealous of Thomas? Because that's ridiculous."

Again, Ambrose shakes his head, pulling Noah closer. 

"I'm jealous of every minute you're away from me. Every word you speak to someone else. Every glance that isn't cast my way. I'm jealous of your trust and your friendship. I'm jealous of your love and of every second you spend thinking of something that isn't me."

His voice has turned low and dangerous and his teeth show at the corner of his lips.

"You know that's crazy, right?" Noah whispers, still not sure how alarmed he ought to be.

"You make me crazy," he replies.

For a moment, Ambrose’s eyes continue to blaze dark fire. 

Then he lets Noah go and sits back, blowing out his breath in a long sigh and resting his head against the back of his seat.

"Sorry," he says after a few tense seconds tick by and he sounds much more like his usual self. 

"I've been holding that back all night, since the moment I learned where you'd been today and with whom and the sort of danger you might've been in. Your sister's lovely, by the way," he adds, glancing over at Noah again.

Noah is still watching Ambrose warily, unable to quite judge how serious he'd been just now. 

Ambrose sees Noah’s look and gives him a wry, half smile. 

"Hey. Come here."

Ambrose reaches for Noah again, gently this time and leans over, stopping with his lips just barely touching the young man’s.

"I'd very much like to kiss you, right now," he says softly. 

"If you'll grant me that privilege."

Noah returns his smile. 

"Consider it granted."

It starts gentle and sweet, a soft press of lips, a tentative taste of something more but Ambrose is volatile tonight and the smallest spark sets off a roaring flame. 

Noah parts his lips, opening his mouth to Ambrose, who takes the invitation readily. 

What started innocent gets hot, wet and dirty fast.

Ambrose slides his tongue against Noah’s tongue, in and out with unmistakable intent, exploring him with a passion that makes it clear he wants more than a taste and Noah gasps when Ambrose gently bites his bottom lip and pulls away, a string of saliva still connecting them.

"Gods, I want to fuck you," he whispers, eyes lifting to lock on Noah’s as he wipes the pad of his thumb across his mouth. 

"I want you now."

"What, right here?" Noah laughs.

"Mmhm," he murmurs. 

"I want to bend you over, sink right into that tight little ass and fuck you 'til the only word you know is my name. I want you shivering and breathless. I want you all undone and begging me to let you come. I want..."

"Ambrose, shut up," Noah says and pulls him back into a kiss.

After a minute or so, during which Noah tries to collect his widely scattered thoughts, he lets Ambrose go.

"Tell you what," Noah whispers, resting his hands on his chest and not quite meeting his eyes. 

"Let's get to our room, clean up, calm down a bit and then... Well, then how 'bout you listen while I tell you what I want?"

Noah raises his eyes and sees his flash bright with a deep red flame. 

Ambrose smiles, dangerous and slow and Noah shivers.

Before, he had been sleepy, ready to take a quick shower, slip into bed and call it a night. 

Now, it seems the night is far from over.

                                                      ~ ☾ ~

"Noah... God, please... let me..."

"Not yet. Not til I say so."

"Fuck."

Ambrose's voice is strained and breathless and Noah smiles down at him, even as he wonders at himself.

 A few weeks ago, even the thought of doing something like this would have had him blushing. 

Noah pulls off him and slide back down, straddling his hips and riding him slow, enjoying the sight of his sweet torment maybe a little too much.

He'd told Ambrose he couldn't touch him, couldn't move until he let him and he’s been taking his time. 

Noah can tell Ambrose's reaching his limit though, dragon or not and has nearly had enough but the young man finds he rather likes this view of him. 

Ambrose’s hair is spread across the coverlet, his arms above his head where he grasps the top of the bed, a flush lights his cheeks while coals smolder in his eyes and the muscles of his firm abdomen shiver and twitch as he fights to restrain himself.

"Noah..." he gasps and bites his lip and Noah knows he's right at the edge.

Noah slides off him almost all the way and then stop and hold still.

"Alright," Noah whispers. 

“You can finish."

Ambrose grasps Noah hips and pulls him down while thrusting up at the same time. 

Noah tries to move with him but Ambrose holds him in place, fucking him hard and fast until with a final thrust he buries himself deep, then works his hand up and down Noah’s stiff shaft until he comes, his body spasming around him as Ambrose fills his lover with a sudden spill of heat.

Noah pulls off him and collapses over his chest, breathing hard and listening to the rapid thud of Ambrose’s heartbeat echoing his.

After a moment, Ambrose rubs his hands slowly up and down Noah’s back, laughing softly under his breath.

"That'll teach me to talk dirty," he says. 

"Seems there's a bit of Wild in you, after all, little wolf."

"Shut up, Ambrose," Noah says, for the second time that night, though this time he says it with a smile. 

Then he sighs. 

They're going to need a second shower as well.

                                                         ~ ☾ ~

By the time they finally get to sleep, it's well past midnight and they both drop off quickly, Ambrose spooning Noah’s back. 

Usually Noah might have found it a bit stifling, to be held so tightly but tonight he finds it comforting because he can tell Ambrose finds it so. 

Ambrose presses a kiss to the back of Noah’s head, gives him a final squeeze and falls into unconsciousness with a happy purr in his throat, utterly content.

Sometimes Ambrose alarms Noah with the things he does and says, making him shy away from his intensity as he might from the heat of a blazing fire or a powerful light but at the end of the day, as they've arrived at it now, Noah trusts that Ambrose loves him and that his heart is safe in his lover’s hands. 

With this thought circling his brain like a flock of restless doves, sleep gathers Noah in a soft sly embrace, so that he doesn't even know it has taken him until he wake again.

When he does, it's still dark and he’s not sure what's woken him until he turns over and realizes he’s alone. 

The place beside him is empty and when he shift his eyes to those of a Wolf he sees that so is the bedroom.

Noah waits a bit, thinking Ambrose might've just gone to the toilet or to get a drink of water but when five minutes go by and he's yet to return, Noah rises and pads softly across the room.

They'd let Dougal in after their... activity... 

‘I'd found the thought of being watched, even by a dog, absolutely unbearable.’

 And now he sleeps, undisturbed on his dog-bed in the corner. 

Checking the bathroom and finding it empty, Noah heads into the hallway, padding softly towards the stairs. 

Nothing stirs and the house is entirely still.

When they'd come in, they'd found their guests mercifully already retired to their rooms and had seen no sign of anyone as they'd passed, hand-in-hand like horny teens eluding our parents, up the stairs to the refuge of their room.

Now Noah descended, feeling like a sneak in the night, not even daring to whisper Ambrose's name in the dark.

At the bottom landing, he pauses. 

Everything is still, nothing out of place.

Except the front door, that is, which is wide open.

Feeling a bit like that character in the horror movie who does something stupid while the audience screams from the other side of the screen, Noah moves towards it, shifting his ears as he goes.

Stepping through, he takes in the scene on the other side. 

The lawn is bathed in moonlight, looking slightly less parched for the recent rain but still sparse and bald beneath the light of the moon and stars.

In the center of the yard, a figure stands, clad in a long tartan robe, his loose hair spilling down his back in a cascade of auburn curls. 

At his feet lies another, immobile and prone.

Noah approaches, reaching forth a tentative hand.

"Ambrose?"

He turns but in the flat blankness of his eyes Noah sees no recognition and his face is like a mask.

"Ambrose?" Noah repeats, shaking him.

He stares at Noah a moment and then looks down.

Noah does as well.

At their feet, Brutus Oakfield lies, eyes open and unseeing, a pool of blood leaking from a wound on the side of his head.

In his hand, Ambrose holds an iron fire-poke, its end bloodied and stuck with clumps of hair.

Noah backs away from him.

"Ambrose?" Noah asks for a third time.

Ambrose stares at him and tilts his head to the side.

"Ambrose?" he repeats, in a strange, unfamiliar voice and laughs. 

"No, little wolf. It is Ainach to whom you speak and Ainach to whom you have bound yourself. Ambrose is merely the pawn to my king, while I am the player."

Noah retreats another pace and trips over Brutus' feet, falling to his back on the lawn. 

Ambrose, or whoever he is, stares down at Noah a moment and then seems to shake himself, a shiver coursing the whole length of him.

When he looks down at Noah again, he does so with a look of confusion and surprise.

"Noah? What in the name of all the Gods..."

Ambrose takes a step towards Noah and stops as his feet bump against Brutus' side. 

He looks down, then at what he holds in his hand, then back at Noah.

Ah... fuck." he says. 

"Not again."

[midnightdevotion]

Catch Me

Part 3 of The one (Final part)

@redpandabel

Pairing: Iceman x reader

Warnings: Swearing if that's even a warning?

a/n: I went out of town so sorry this is delayed :') but anyways it's here now and I hope you guys all love it!

Waking up is simultaneously your favorite and least favorite thing. You love it on mornings like to today because the sun comes sweeping in waking you gently to the sounds of birds singing. However, you hate it because after a good 22 seconds you realize the events of last night are in fact a reality.

Sighing you try to brush the stinging in your heart away. Angry at yourself from being this hurt about a guy you met one time. So unlike the you that lived on the east coast less than 72 hours ago.

Deciding you weren't going to let this ruin another day for you, you push yourself up and out of bed. You were going to go for a quick jog, even though you loathed jogging. At this point anything was better than sitting in the house dwelling on the gorgeous eyed aviator who didn't show.

You didn't expect slider to be awake when you stepped downstairs. Feeling the tension between your brows tighten with curiosity you decide your impending doom of a jog could wait.

Slider is sitting next to a gorgeous display of flowers. The beauty of yellow roses almost out of place in what could be described as nothing short of a hungover mans bubble.

"Someone get you flowers Slide?" You ask cheekily, and he's quick to shoot you a glare, but groaning that he shouldn't have moved so fast immediately after doing so.

"I definitely deserve some god damn flowers" You can't help the laugh that escapes you as your best friend clutches the cup of coffee in his hands like his life depends on it.

"anyways no, they were on the doorstep when I got home so I brought them in. I don't think I own a vase" he was looking at the flowers perplexed. Shaking your head with a laugh, and grabbing a cup to put them in.

"a cup will work just fine then, wonder who left them" It didn't cross your mind that a sorry blond haired pilot would be the reason for the flowers. You see Slider raise a brow from the corner of your eye but you leave it.

"I'm going to go for a jog and hopefully not die" You state giving him a cheeky grin. He knows you hate jogging, but you don't give him the chance to question you.

It's hell. Now you remember why you don't do this. There's sweat dripping down your face, and you're sure your face is a blotchy mess of red. The humid air of the ocean does not make it easier to breathe either. You could lay down right here and die. The fact you only made it half a mile away from the house before dying might be embarrassing but hell you'll be dead so who cares.

If you weren't so angry about last night still you would've already turned around and made for a shameful walk back into the house where slider would make fun of you. Here you were though, plugging along in hopes that this stupid exercise would release some endorphins and make you happier.

You give up after another half mile. Clearly this wasn't working and if anything it was only making you angrier. All you kept thinking about was his stupid god damn smile, and the way his stupid eyes sparkled, or the way his laugh made you want to laugh. Stupid fucking aviators.

Why did he even make the bet with you, having you agree to a date, and then just not show up. He could've just flirted and at the end of the night let you down easy. There was no harsher reality then being stood up.

It was embarrassing. You were so smitten with the man and here you are drowning in the embarrassment and suffering the heartache after just one day. It scared you, how much pain you were feeling from this.

You had been no stranger to how shitty men could be, so why does it hurt so badly this time around. Why did your heart still sting, and why did you want to curl up with ice cream and a romance movie driving you further into sadness until you swore off men entirely.

Okay, even you could admit that maybe that's a bit dramatic. However, you felt that you had the right to be dramatic when the wound is still so fresh.

You didn't expect to see someone sitting on your doorstep when you finally made your way back, walking most of the mile home. As you got closer the sight made you wanna turn and run another five miles away from here. You were never good with confronting emotions. Sarcastic and witty and able to stand up to yourself when necessary sure, but confronting hurt emotions with the blond aviator who just looked up to see your sweaty exhausted self was not something you were prepared for.

"You know slider is on the inside right" you decided the best route was to pretend it never happened, hoping to spare yourself at least some semblance of dignity.

"I'm not here for slider" you could almost hear the apologetic tone in his voice.

"Don't let him hear that, it'd breath his heart" you felt like you couldn't breathe all over again, Tom having more of an effect on you than the goddamn run.

You move to walk past him, wanting to just get away from him. First he stood you up and now he gets to see you looking like a sweaty rat. Whatever you did to piss off karma you didn't know but you'd get on your knee's and beg the universe for forgiveness at this point.

He catches your wrist before you can brush past him on the steps. Holding you firmly in front of him. He's so close you can smell his aftershave, a deep teakwood scent mixed with what you could place as the ocean, fresh and warming.

"can I please talk to you" you raise your eyebrow at his request.

"Sure" you didn't give him much to work with, but in all fairness you didn't have much you could give him, not when you're trying to protect yourself.

"I am so sorry for missing last night, god I wanted nothing more than to be here, I don't want to just give you excuses I got here as soon as I could but the lights were out. I'm assuming you got my flowers because they weren't on the door and next time I'm telling all my commanding officers to fuck off and coming to our date" he grabs your hand half way through his reasoning, and he's terrified because your face gives nothing away.

What you don't know is that he came over not five minutes after you left for your run, ready to apologize and beg on his knee's for forgiveness. Something that scared the hell out of him because his call sign wasn't iceman for nothing.

Usually he would be fine, another girl would come along. He wouldn't worry about her feelings or what she thought of him. God the thought of you hating him made him want to cry. If his team found out about that, the mocking would never stop and yet he found himself not caring. If shouting it to the world is what he needed to to do to gain your forgiveness then he would until his voice was raw.

You were however, still confused.

"Um what." and yeah okay not the most intelligent thing you've ever said, but you didn't sleep so good and now you've just ran/walked to miles so you are giving yourself a break.

Slider opens the door, his eavesdropping obvious to you two now.

"Oh my god you two are stupid. Iceman is basically in love with you but we were forced to stay late because our admiral stopped by, why he didn't call I don't know because he's stupid. You are stupid because you really think I would let him do that to my best friend, like for the love of god I know us men are stupid but please give me some credit at least. I'm leaving so I don't have to watch this anymore but figure your shit out children" he slapped iceman on the back and gave you a wink as he walked to his car and sped off.

"I- was he"

"He's so nosy" you both started talking at the same time, causing you to laugh. Tom looked so utterly confused it was like a lost puppy. He quickly shook himself out of it though.

"look I guess what I'm trying to say, is I'm so so sorry darling, and I'd love to make it up for you and get a second chance at our date"

"Hmmmm I normally don't do second chances... I think i'll make an exception for you though" okay maybe the pause was mean, and you shouldn't have enjoyed the way his face fell when you said second chances weren't normally your thing. When he processed the rest of your sentence though, he looked down at you absolutely beaming.

"Oh thank god" It was nothing short of absolute relief that filled his tone.

"Slider wants you to get him flowers by the way" and he couldn't help the laugh that escaped him. Shaking his head he watches as you move to open the door behind you. That's when he finally notices the attire you were wearing for your jog. His hand slips behind your waist as he pulls you closer to him. You won't admit it out loud but the way his hands touch your bare skin has tingles shooting through you.

"I'll get you and my stupid R.I.O. whatever you guys want, especially when you look like this" you raise your eyebrow at him, watching as his eyes scan your body. Feeling smug, wearing your sports bra and running shorts. He moves in to kiss you, but you aren't done having your fun yet so you move your head.

"I'm pretty sure I said I'd kiss you after seeing how our date went and well" you pause watching the restraint flicker behind his eyes, mixed with what your guessing is frustration.

"If I order us in lunch does that count" there's a desperation to his voice and you'd have more fun teasing him if you weren't just as desperate.

"Throw in dinner and you have a deal" and before you can even think about what's happening next he's crashing his lips to your and pushing you agains the door.

His grip on your waist tightens and there is no ignoring the butterflies that are exploding inside your stomach. He lifts you up effortlessly and opens the door to your temporary home. You silently thank god slider left earlier.

"If you're going to make me fall for you, you better catch me" You breathily whisper against his swollen lips.

"Oh Honey, there is nothing I want more" comes his quick reply before guiding your lips right back to his. With that you let yourself fall, effortlessly and quickly.

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[dees-writing-corner]

wedding bells - friday

pairing: best friend!mingi x fem!reader

word count: 1443

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If any of you want to be added to the taglist just send me a message <3 A/N It's here! I've rewritten it! Still in the process of rewriting the remaining chapters tho 😢 Also, I am literally soooo sick right now. I don't think I've felt like this since I was 10 😭

“Mingi. Your phone.” 

I rolled away from Mingi and buried my face into the pillow. 

I heard shuffling from beside me, followed by silence. 

“What? - Yeah, she’s here. - Why? - Yeah, yeah, I’ll tell her.” 

I felt Mingi put his arm around me, pulling me back into him. 

“Who was it?” 

“Minho. They were wondering where you were. Apparently, Laura needs you to be her maid of honour.” 

Whatever sleepiness I felt flew straight out of the window when I heard that. Propping my chin on Mingi’s chest, I looked at him in shock. 

“What?” 

“Her maid of honour had to fly back home because of a family emergency. She needs you down in half an hour.” 

Dropping my head back down, I let out a whine. 

“I wanna sleep. Still tired.” 

I could feel Mingi’s chest rumble as he chuckled before he nudged my head with his nose. 

“I know, love, but we’ve got to get up. Minho needs me for best man duties today as well.” 

Throwing my arm around his waist, I buried my face in the crook of his neck. 

“Don’t wanna move.” 

We were both lying there peacefully until we heard someone opening and closing our door, followed by the bed dipping beside me. 

“Why did your cousin just invite me to their wedding?” 

Turning around, we were met with Hongjoong lying on his side, propping his head up on his arm as he looked at us. 

Raising a brow at him, “Good morning to you too. Now, do you mind?” 

“Not really.” 

The words he said, paired with the cheeky grin on his face, sent me into a fit of laughter. 

“Joong, c’mon, what if one of us was naked or something?” 

“It’s not something I’ve never seen before, so I don’t really care. Now back to the point, why has Minho invited me to the wedding?” 

Mingi sat up, stretching a bit, “They’ve got an extra seat because Y/N’s now the maid of honour, so they probably thought, because you’re here, they’d just invite you.” 

Crawling over Mingi, I got out of bed to get ready. 

“You two carry on talking while I go and get ready to meet Laura.” 

Making my way to the bathroom, I could hear the two discussing about a track they were working on for a project. 

“Okay. We might have a slight problem.” 

That was the first thing I heard when I walked into the bridal suite. 

“You wouldn’t happen to have packed a navy-coloured dress before you came, would you? If not, we’re going to have to drive into town to buy you a dress.” 

I paused for a second, trying to remember if I had. 

“Umm, give me a second. Let me text Mingi.” 

Putting down my phone, I took a seat next to Laura on the sofa. 

“Mingi’s going to bring it over to show you.” 

I could see the tension go from Laura’s shoulders as she let out a relieved sigh. 

“Oh, thank god, it probably would’ve taken us ages to find a dress for you.” 

“Hmm, hun, why am I your maid of honour? You’ve known me a total of like, 6 days. And I’m not saying I don’t want to, but ya know.” 

“Well, we’ve spent so much time together, and you’ve done so much for us, so I thought you’d make a good maid of honour. Plus, it was either you or Elle who, even though is family, I don’t want her as my maid of honour. I’m sure neither do you or Mingi because Mingi’s going to have to walk down with her.” 

Grimacing, I shook my head, “Yeah, no.” 

“Yeah, no, what?” 

Looking up, we saw Mingi walk in with the dress hanging from his arm. 

“Oh, yeah, here’s the dress.” 

Laura held up the dress with a bright smile, “Oh, this is perfect! The shade is actually exactly the same as the other ones!” 

I smiled as I watched her place the dress next to the bride’s maid dresses. The shade was indeed the same. 

Feeling arms wrap around my waist, I tilted my neck to the side, feeling Mingi brush his nose against the side of it. 

“What are you doing?” 

I let out a small chuckle, putting my hand over his. 

“Nothing. Just happy I get to hold you like this.” 

He placed a small kiss under my ear, when we heard someone clear their throats. 

Looking up, I saw Laura looking at us with an eyebrow arched. 

“You two seem extra lovey today. What actually happened last night?” 

Feeling Mingi tightened his arms around me, I get his hand a gentle squeeze. 

“We talked some, actually, a lot of things out last night. And I’m glad we did.” 

Turning around, I gave him a peck before walking out of his hold. 

“Now go, you’ve got best man duties.” 

Turning back around, I sat back down onto the sofa, Laura plopping down soon after. 

“How’re you feeling about the wedding tomorrow?” 

“Nervous. Excited. Literally every emotion known is flowing through me right now. I can’t believe I’m actually getting married!” 

Laughing, I put an arm around her shoulder. 

“I can’t even imagine what you’re feeling right now. God, I don’t even think I can imagine getting married myself.” 

“Ya know? I wasn’t kidding about you and Mingi getting married. I really do believe he’ll ask you to marry him. He really does love you.” 

With a soft smile, I looked at her. 

“Yeah? Well, I love him too.” 

“Have you told him that?” 

“Yeah. Last night, after many, many tears.” 

Nudging her shoulder, “You wanna know something? I caught feelings for Mingi about 6 months after we met. He was seeing someone at the time and I would help him plan his dates. I did that up until he asked me out.” 

Laura gaped at me before letting out a laugh in disbelief. 

“You helped the guy you LIKED plan his dates?! What?” 

I chuckled at how absurd it sounded but nodded anyway. 

“Yeah. I was like, as long as he’s happy then it’s fine. And after he confessed to me, I was like ‘what’ followed by ‘then why the hell have I been planning your dates with other girls’. His response to this was ‘because I thought you liked someone else’.” 

We both laughed at this.  

“Oh my god. I can’t!” 

We carried on sharing some funny stories, laughing so hard at some that we had tears rolling down our faces. 

With both of us more relaxed, we finally started to go over the details for the wedding. 

It was about 10 in the evening when Laura and I finished going over everything for tomorrow. This included meeting the bride's maids, who I have now become friends with because they are literally some of the best girls I’ve ever met. 

Walking into the room, I let out a tired sigh, “I’m back.” 

Mingi got up from where he was perched on the armchair and guided me further into the room. 

“You been busy? I haven’t seen you all day.” 

Hugging Mingi around the waist, I buried my face into his shoulder. 

“We had to go through everything I had to do at the wedding tomorrow. There’s literally so much. God. I don’t think I want to get married anymore.” 

I could hear Mingi choke from above me. Pulling away, I looked at him, arching a brow. 

“What? You plan on marrying me?” 

Mingi looked away from me and I could see his neck and ear becoming increasingly redder as the seconds ticked by. 

Letting out a small laugh, I turned his head back towards me. 

“I’m just kidding, love. We’ll just see where the future takes us.” 

Getting up on my toes, I pressed a kiss against Mingi’s lips. 

“I’m going to clean up. The day has completely drained me.” 

Pulling Mingi in for one more kiss, I let go and made my way towards the bathroom. 

After taking a quick shower, I walked out and saw Mingi sat against the headboard, scrolling through his phone. 

Sliding under the duvet, I wrapped an arm around Mingi’s waist and laid my head on his chest. 

“Have you set an alarm for tomorrow? We have to be up by 5.” 

I watched as Mingi set the alarm before placing the phone on the nightstand to charge. 

Turning the lights off, I snuggled into Mingi’s side. 

“Goodnight Mingi.” 

Pressing a kiss into my hairline, “Goodnight, pretty.” 

Closing my eyes, my mind drifted to Laura’s comment about Mingi and I this morning. 

Maybe we will. 

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[eddiemunsonssoulmate]

Your public display of affection

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: He really wants to test your sense of adventure on this ferry ride.

Warnings: Smut, public sex

Available on: AO3

Part of: Passion lies in screams of ecstasytic dreams

“I’ve got an idea,” he whispered into your ear, sitting next to you, nuzzling your neck.

You were, in the back of Mr. Heyward’s truck that you...borrowed. Pope and Kie were up front, bickering about something, John B and Sarah were supposed to meet you at the beach later this evening, leaving all the preparations to you.

It was John B’s birthday and you really wanted to get him a nice present, so you decided to take the ferry to the next big town, grab something really cool that he wouldn’t expect and then drive right back.

You barely had made it onto the ferry, it was packed with cars but for once, you got lucky.

“What is it?” You turned your head to look at your boyfriend who was grinning from ear to ear. You knew that grin, something dirty was going through his mind at this very moment.

An eyebrow wiggle was the only answer you got before he grabbed the blanket next to you in one hand, patting on his lap with the other.

Playing along, you sat down on his lap and he wrapped the blanket over you two, making you feel loved and comfortable. There was quite the breeze out here on the water, so it wasn’t too strange to use a blanket.

People were mingling around you, getting out of their cars to check the water and waves, getting back in, some kids were running around but mostly teenagers and adults. It was summer after all, one of the busiest times in these areas.

You felt how his arms wrapped around you from behind, causing you to lean back into his chest, snuggling a little closer.

Suddenly his hands moved under your shirt, starting to grope your breasts for a moment. You gasped and the unexpected touch and leaned a bit to the side so you could look into his eyes.

“Trust me, darling,” he murmured and smiled at you when his hands went down to pull your shorts down, letting them rest at your knees.

A blush painted your face, not really sure what to think about all of this. You were in a public place, the blanket just needed to fly away by a gust of wind and everyone would see your exposed lower parts.

You had to bite your bottom lip to keep a moan from escaping when he shoved your panties aside to run a finger through your folds. Lust was building up inside your body, a surge of heat running through you.

“Oh god,” you whined quietly, everyone around you so close. He just chuckled next to your ear, the rumbling in your chest only turning you on more.

“Yes, my love?” The blonde boy brushed his lips against your cheek, causing you to shudder slightly.

Two fingers were pumping in and out of you, turning you on more and more. You had a hard time to keep still, just wanting to squirm in his grasp but he had wrapped his left arm tightly around you.

“What are you even doing?” You asked, still surprised by the whole thing. It wasn’t something you had done before. In private, sure but in public? This close to people? No way to hide in shame if someone caught you?

It was arousing and scary at the same time. The thought of being watched and caught in the act. It did something with you that you couldn’t explain. Excitement and shame mixed together.

“Trying something new. Where’s your sense of adventure?” His voice was low, barely more than a whisper, lust dripping from every word just like you were dripping on his fingers, coating them with your wetness.

He pulled his fingers out, wiping them on your inner thighs that were covered by the blanket before you could feel him shift under you, moving the two of you up a bit, his eyes darting left and right if anyone was watching at the moment.

When he felt safe you could feel that he pulled his cargo pants and boxer shorts to his knees, sitting back down. His skin was heated against yours and you swallowed hard when his dick pressed against you from behind, already hard and ready to claim you, right here, with everyone around.

He took a moment to simply rub himself against your skin. For everyone else it would look like a cute couple cuddling in the back of the truck. No one would expect anything that was going on under the blanket.

“Come have a seat,” he snickered into your ear and without even a question you obliged, shifting under the blanket to sit down on his dick.

Your body tensed when you felt the hot tip pressing against you, your eyes also on the lookout that no one would catch you or even just get the idea what might be going on.

“We don’t have all day, darling.” With those words he grabbed your hips and pushed them down on his length, causing you to gasp in surprise, almost moaning a little too loud.

You covered your mouth with both of your hands to keep it inside but that would already look quite weird if someone was watching you right now.

“My, my. You have to be quiet.” This was amusing him way too much so you clenched your thighs, causing it to grow tight around him which almost made him moan.

“You really need to stop talking,” you whispered a little more aggressively and he grabbed your hips again, the grip almost bruising.

JJ slowly started to move his hips and you leaned back into him, trying to look like you were just relaxing in his arms. Thanks to the breeze, the moving blanket didn’t look too suspicious but you were sure if someone would actually pay attention to you two, they would figure it out.

“Fucking shit, babe. You’re so wet and slippery, you’re really enjoying this.” He stated it as if it was a matter of fact. Your mind was still trying to deny it but the mix of risk and pleasure was something that got you going. You didn’t even know until now.

Your nipples were straining against your shirt, his hands resting on your stomach now, trying to stay as calm as possible while he was moving inside of you, tickling all the right spots.

“Answer me,” he purred into your ear. “Tell me how much you like to be fucked in public.”

You bit down on your bottom lip, swallowing hard at his words, another surge of heat running through your body. It was already bad enough and yet he turned you on even more.

A quick, rough snap of his hips let you know he wasn’t pleased with you not answering. “Come on. I want to hear how you love doing this. All those people around you, me buried deep inside your sweet little cunt.” He nuzzled your neck with his nose, licking your skin briefly. “Tell me that the idea of this excites you. I can already feel it but I want to hear it from your mouth.”

You swallowed down another moan that almost escaped you, closing your eyes to take in a deep breath. “I love it,” you said quietly but he just growled. “I love the idea of getting caught.”

“That’s my good girl.” He kissed your neck before picking up the pace a little, one hand moving to your bundle of nerves between your legs, rubbing them. 

Your eyes opened and you looked around again, the pleasure almost unbearable. Normally you were a moaner, quite loud and he wasn’t a quiet one either. You were surprised he was able to keep it together so well while you were literally fighting with yourself.

A knock on the glass behind you caused both of you to stop in your movements before you heard Pope’s voice.

“Hey lovebirds! We’re almost there, get ready!”

“Alright, thanks bud!” JJ called back to him before turning to you, a cheeky grin on his lips.

“Oh god, what now?” You asked him and he started rubbing your clit again.

“I want you to come at least,” he whispered and your body tensed, his dick starting to slide in and out of you again.

“We’re in public!” You hissed at him, louder than you expected and you groaned in annoyance of yourself. At the same time you also felt that you were getting closer to your orgasm.

“So? You love it.” He was right about that and he knew it. You hated it.

You leaned back against him, trying to calm your breathing but that didn’t even work anymore as he picked up the pace, rubbing your clit more forcefully and just the way you showed him. Just the way you liked it.

“Fuck, JJ,” you moaned as quiet as possible, feeling his dick twitch at your words. 

It only took a few more seconds until you fell apart around him, squeezing him right and he groaned in your ear, making you shiver.

Your body was shaking, your breath erratic and fast until you were slowly coming down from your high. He was still inside of you, still hard and it was making the whole thing of calming down really hard.

As if he sensed it, he laughed softly against your neck. “Don’t worry about me. We’ll have more time later to finish this. Maybe on the ride back already.”

Just the mere idea of it sent excitement straight to your core.

[scarletwidowaf]

Yelena Belova x reader “fake dating” to actual!!!!

Plssssss :) 🥲💛

Moral Of The Story

Yelena Belova x female reader, scarlewidow mentioned.

A/N: might be messy, might be cheesy, but I truly don't care because I live for this chaotic due.

warning: stupidity maybe

words: 2000ish- probably more. 

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You don't know how but somehow training with Yelena always ended up with you being pinned down on the training mat.

"Fuck" you cursed frustrated as she pinned you down for the 3d time in a row. Yelena laughed before she stood up and held out her hand for you to take.

"I let you win!" You said as she pulled you up.

"Sure you did" she joked.

"Seriously. I let you stomp on my dignity because I have a favor to ask!" you said back, a goofy grin playing on your lips as you passed her one of the water bottles.

"Now, that's gonna be interesting" she said as she sat on the floor, her back facing the wall. She gratefully took the bottle from your hand as she waited for you to talk.

"be my girlfriend" you said. The two of you were always comically stupid, so of course that you said that at the same moment she was taking a gulp from her bottle and of course she choked- and of course you laughed.

"I'm Sorry" the blonde glared at you.

"You're not" she responded in between coughing.

After a few moments, she finally stopped coughing and your laugh dyed out as well.

"You're right. I wasn't." You laughed again and she shoved you playfully.

"So, did you seriously just asked me to be your girlfriend?" She asked. Her lips forming her famous-troubled-maker cheeky grin.

"Well.. my fake girlfriend to be exact" you corrected yourself and she laughed again.

"You know you could've started with that, right?"

"And what's the fun in that?"

You smirked at her, knowing full well she found the random question amusing.

"So Why me, anyway..? - Wait, Let me guess.. kate and carol said no and you're scared of Wanda?"

"Okay first I'm not scared of Wanda, I'm scared of your sister.. there's a difference. And Second; my parents in town.. and I kinda told them I have a girlfriend.."

"Oh, now that's classic" Yelena, obviously, found the situation hilarious and you couldn't blame her since you found this dumb conversation amusing as well.

"Does it mean you'll do it?" You asked.

"Yeah why not" she responded you raised an eyebrow at her waiting for the catch. With Yelena, there's always a catch or at least a stupid comment.

"Yeah. I want to meet the poor souls who had to deal with your stupidity on a daily basis for the last 20 years..."

And here it is. You thought.

"I will punch you" you threaten her.

"Kinky" she smirked.

"Whatever stupid. I'll pick you up tomorrow at 8" you said as you got up from the spot next to her.

"Wear something nice"

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The thing about Yelena is that you can never know what to expect. No matter how much time you spent with her, and it was a lot, she somehow still managed to surprise you.

This time was no different. but in her defense, this time the blame is definitely on you. You saw Yelena wear different kinds of outfits, from gear to fancy dresses, yet for some reason, you just didn't expect the other girl to wear a suit, and damn she looked good.

The gray suit fit her perfectly and her long blonde hair was down. She looked painfully beautiful and you couldn't help but stare- and she couldn't help but notice.

She wasn't doing better, on your defense. The blonde checked you out shamelessly before she sent you a smirk "How lucky I am" she joked and you rolled your eyes.

"Very lucky.. and so am i" Yelena smiled at you and held her hand out for you to take.

The ride was short and 15 minutes later you were standing outside the restaurant.

You could feel Yelena's gaze on you as you bit your lip nervously. "It will be alright" she assured you as she interviewed your hands together. "Thank you" you looked at her gratefully "Don't sweat it" she replayed with a soft smile.

That was the thing about Yelena, people always misguided her for someone she wasn't and it always made you mad. God, Of course, she was strong and fierce and brave and absolutely terrifying at times- but She was so much more than that. She was sweet and loyal and caring, and kinda funny (don't tell her) and absolutely beautiful- inside and out. One of your favorite things about her was her shy and sincere smile, which seemed reserved only for you.

"You ready?" She squeezed your hand. you took a small shaky breath before smiling back at her. "As ready as ill ever be"

The restaurant wasn't busy and it didn't take you long to catch your parents in a corner in the far back of the room. Both smiling wide as you walked towards them. Your mother's smile was contagious and you couldn't help but smile back. God, you missed them.

"We've missed you so much" your father said as he hugged you, your mother doing the same.

"I've missed you too" you confessed before tugging Yelena forwards them.

"I'm assuming that's the girlfriend," Your father said and you nodded. God, You were nervous and Yelena could sense it as she reached for your father's hand.

"Yelena." She introduced herself As they shook hands. Her grip firm and her smile dazzling. "I'm Y/D/N and this is my wife Y/M/N" he introduced himself as well.

"Glad to finally meet you. I heard a lot of great things about you" She said with a confident smile.

Both of you could tell the older man was impressed by the blonde and you couldn't help but smile.

"Were happy to finally meet you as well- although we can't say the same since pumpkin over here hasn't said much about you"

Yelena smirked at you as you blushed deeply. You knew she wouldn't let you forget about the nickname. Like, never. "Yeah, it's actually pretty new. It wasn't really planned neither" she explained.

Your mother, God bless her, wasn't the one to shook hands. The moment Yelena was free from your father's grip she found herself in the woman's warm embrace.

"Okay... I think we should start ordering" you said when Yelena was free again. Her cheeks were a bit flushed. The Russian Assassin wasn't used to be hugged and you couldn't help but smile.

The conversation was light, the wine was good and most importantly, your parents loved Yelena. which was understandable considering the fact she was annoyingly charming.

The Yelena that sat next to you with her hand on your lap was the best version the blonde could pull and you felt stupid for being worried in the first place. Yelena led the conversation with politeness, charm, and grace that you never knew she had in her- and your mom seemed impressed. Impressing your dad was even easier- Yelena didn't even have to try, all she had to do was show her intelligence and add some light humor.

After an hour of light and mostly general conversation, amazing food, many embarrassing stories of you on both sides, and 2 glasses of wine, your mom decided to take the conversation into her hands.

"So Yelena. Tell us about yourself."

Oh boy. Now that might be a problem.

"Well... I joined the avengers a few months ago" she explained "Not long after I met your daughter actually," she said simply.

"That's nice, and before that?" The older woman asked.

"I was a freelance.." Yelena gulped. Her hand squeezes yours

"As?" Your mom asked. You knew she didn't try to push Yelena into this corner, she wasn't this kind of person, but she definitely put the blonde on the spot.

"Well... I was involved with the black market and different criminal organizations. Jobs like getting undercover to dig information or well.. getting rid of powerful men in the criminal world.."

Your parent's eyes went wide. Your dad stared at her with wide eyes and your mom cleared her throat.

"I don't do it anymore" she continued. The blonde seemed as nervous as you felt.

"How did you ended up in this line of work? If I may ask?"

"Mom I don't think-" you started and Yelena smiled at you.

"No, It's fine babe.." she said before moving her attention back to your parents "Sometimes life gets you to places where you have to do bad things to survive."

Your dad's expression was unreadable and your mom seemed worried as she glanced at you.

"Yelena and I met when her sister recruited and pulled her out of this life. Yelena is a good person, despite everything she's been through. That's what I love the most about her." You said.

Yelena smiled softly and your parents exchanged looks.

"I'm a different person now" Yelena promised

"We believe you... but I can't help but worry for my daughter, as you can surely understand. What if the people you've been involved with. Try to get to you through Y\N"

Your father asked calmly. Both were taking it better than you expected and you couldn't blame them for being worried.

"Dad. I know it might come as shocking.. but I'm a big girl and I'm well aware of the risk of being involved with Yelena. I need you to trust me when I say that risks, some worse than the mafia, were a part of my life long before we met."

Yelena bit her lip to hold a smile and you interviewed your hands again.

"You're a doctor" your mom argued "I'm a field doctor. Of the avengers." you corrected her. "which means I'm more of capable of taking care of myself."

Your dad nodded softly to your mom before he smiled at you. "You're are.. Don't you?" He laughed. "Mu little pumpkin.." he sIgh and your mother smiled as well

"I just want you to understand that all we want for you is to be safe and happy. And even a blind man can see Yelena gives you that." He sent Yelena a soft smile. Yelena smiled back at him.

"Take care of my daughter.. she's a keeper" your father said firmly.

"She is. And trust me, I will" she promised.

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"Well, that went well" you laughed when you got into the passenger seat. Yelena volunteered to drive which was a relief since you were exhausted.

After the two of you got into your seats the blonde sent you a small smile and took something out of her pocket.

"Is that? A bullet..?" You asked confused as you took the copper cylinder from her hand.

Yelena laughed softly.

"It is. It's the same bullet you stopped me from shooting at Natasha"  she confessed.

"I was in such a bad place back then and I blamed Natasha for it. If it weren't for you things would've been very different now" Yelena whispered

"Yeah, both of you were dead since you would've shot her, and Wanda would've probably hunted you down and kill you" you laughed and Yelena's shoulders relaxed.

"Probably" she said. "But with all seriousness... I was aiming a gun at my own sister and instead of pulling your own gun at me, you decided to shield her with your own body and dare me to shoot you as well. Who does that!?."

"You thought I was insane" you laughed.

"I thought you were stupid, putting your life at risk to save someone fucked up like us! someone like me.." She confessed and it downed on you.

No matter what happened or how many good things Yelena had done in her life, she couldn't let go of who she was trained to be. She still blamed herself for all the terrible things she did back at the red room and she constantly tried to get closure by doing the exact opposite- which was probably the reason she killed all these bad men in the first place. But then Natasha came back for her, and Yelena blamed her for leaving her behind to live with the things they did. She felt betrayed and broken, and Natasha's return only made it worse. Like she was just pitting her broken sister.

"All I know is that the Yelena I stood up to and the Natasha I saved that day were not the villains the red room tried to create." You whispered.

"You truly believed that? Even then?" Yelena was crying softly and you cupped her cheek.

"Especially then! I know you don't see it, but I'm here to remind you, you're a good person. Truly. You have a good heart- and I've seen it"

Yelena's cheeks were stained with tears, her eyes red and puffy and her famous crooked smile was plastered on her lips.

"And that's why you love me?"

She was a mess just like back then- when she was aiming a gun at her own sister as who she thought she was and who she truly is were fighting for dominance.

She was tragically beautiful and scared both then and now, yet somehow at the same time, she was more sure and confident than ever before. And I guess that what life is all about. Sometimes, things start to make sense only when everything else doesn't.

"Wasn't it obvious, stupid?" You said and stroked her cheek carefully as she melted into your touch.

Yelena smiled before kissing your hand softly, without breaking eye contact with you.

"You're the stupid one and you know it. Taking an assassin as your dinner date." She joked and you nodded and looked briefly at her lips.

"Well, stupid or not, I still manage to get a kiss at the end of it." Yelena laughed and got closer to you.

"Yeah you did" she whispered and kissed you.

And that was the thing about Yelena. She was good and kind and loyal. And a damn good kisser.

[keanureevesisbae]

Coach Cavill - Chapter 1

Summary: Amelia Jung is still trying to cope the situation after her divorce, but then she meets the new coach of her son.

Coach!Henry Cavill x Amelia Jung (Asian ofc)

Wordcount: 4.3k

Warnings: None

Masterlist // Coach Cavill Masterlist

‘Okay little ones,’ I say, after I clapped my hands and the noise twenty kindergartners—who really want to go home—can make, finally died down, ‘we have learned quite a few lessons today, but Ricky, do you know what I thought was the most important one we learned today?’

Ricky nods. ‘I do, miss Amelia.’

‘Care to share with the class?’

He nods again, a wide grin appearing on his face, revealing to all of us that he is missing both of his front teeth. ‘If some of our lunch rolls underneath a cupboard, we should let you know immediately.’

‘Exactly and Annabelle, why is it important that you should let me know immediately?’

Like she usually does, little Annabelle jumps up from her seat before she speaks up. A lovely trait that might not come in handy when she gets older, but is adorable anyways. ‘Because moldy bread crusts will smell and when you find it, it looks yucky.’

‘Indeed,’ I say, ‘it looks yucky and we don’t want yucky surprises anymore, now do we?’

‘No, miss Amelia.’

The bell rings and that means the class is dismissed for today. Thankfully I started to get them ready ten minutes ago, because despite how much I love these cheeky little ones with all my heart, they are really really slow. When we started school back in September, it took us forty minutes to get ready, so we are definitely making progress after six weeks.

I walk them outside, making sure every little one is reunited with the respective parent or babysitter of that day. I shiver from the cold. I think it’s time for me to wear my coat again when I walk these kids outside. It’s just that I refuse to believe that the summer is officially over and that the cold weather is starting again.

I wave to my best friend, who picked up both her own daughter and mine, who are in third grade together now. She works from home and that means she has been the certified babysitter for me ever since I started going back to college again and started my first job, when my first kid was born.

I quickly head back inside and while I make the necessary preparations for tomorrow, I hear my phone vibrate on my desk. I quickly check my screen and clench my jaw when I read who had the audacity to text me.

Dean: I want the kids this weekend.

I stare at my screen and I let out a deep sigh. Getting divorced was never something that I thought would happen to me, but yet here I am, trying to figure out this post divorce parenting thing. It hasn’t been easy, I can tell you that.

I unlock my phone, before I type back a message. I want to sent that I want a million dollars and Chris Evans in my bed, but I decide to just keep it businesslike.

Amelia: I’ll ask Isabella. You can text Benji on your own.

Dean: Just because you’re a kindergartner teacher, doesn’t mean you have to be so childish.

It’s funny really, I think to myself. I had been married to him for thirteen whole years, but it turns out that once you shove divorce papers in someone’s face, they reveal who they truly are.

When I met Dean, I was eighteen and I fell for him so hard. I mean, how could I not? He was charming, handsome and smart. While I had two more years to go in college to become a teacher in Elementary School, he graduated and became an English teacher in high school. He looked so handsome on his first day, with his lovely plaid trousers and the cute glasses on his nose. Every morning when he left, he would drive past my dorm and give me a kiss. Every single morning.

But then I found out I was pregnant with our oldest. Despite us not being married, we somehow managed in a small town like Luna Meadows to not stick out like sour thumbs too much (if we didn’t do that already). However my best friend got pregnant too and being the ultimate women that we were, we multitasked our way through college, while also raising our kids: I only raised one, while Eve got pregnant with twins.

I thought I was in love with a caring and loving man, one that had only eyes for me, however it turned out that Dean was straying with his intern.

It still infuriates me when I think about this and these texts are not helping.

Amelia: Your son is 14 and in possession of a phone. Text him yourself.

I don’t hear from him again, but my good mood has disappeared into thin air. That asshole still has way too much effect on me. We have been officially divorced for five months now, separated longer than that, but it does not make it any easier. I mean, we had been together for seventeen years. The words he says, to me or the children, it still means something to me.

I quickly get the final preparations for my class for tomorrow ready, before I bail out of the school, saying goodbye to everyone who is staying behind. ‘Okay, okay, okay,’ I say to myself, after I slam the car door shut behind me, grabbing my notebook. ‘What do I need to do? I need to buy some tampons and pads, since I’m out of those. Inform that Isabella’s—stupid—dad wants to see her this weekend,’ I scribble down on the piece of paper. ‘Take Benji to his judo practice. Cry myself to sleep. Seems doable.’

I start my car and drive off to the grocery store, as my mind starts to wander. I was doing so well growing up, making my parents so proud of me. Dad always told me that I was going to marry someone good, because I was a smart young lady.

When I was 15 I went abroad as an exchange student to South-Korea and I actually got scouted by an entertainment company when I was walking home from school. I was obsessed with K-Pop before I went to Seoul, but me being an idol? It was like a dream that came true. I was a trainee for a year, before I debuted in the girl group ‘Forever Hope’ with eight other terrific girls.

While we were quite successful, we weren’t meant to last and disbanded two years later. I moved back to the States and decided to just go to college and forget about it. Though I loved my time as an idol, thought performing was great, it was not for me in the end. I wanted to go home, to a place where people knew who I was and where I knew my neighbors. Luna Meadows was and still is my safe haven.

Dean didn’t know I was a former idol until I told him on our third date. He wasn’t from this town, he was from Seattle, but he wanted to move to a smaller town, where he actually get to know people. Maybe that’s why I thought he was so interesting. He wasn’t from here. Everyone from here I knew too well. I knew that Eve’s husband peed himself at the age of eleven because he was so nervous during the Shakespeare play. I knew that Greg from the grocery store had a crush on me when we were fourteen, but when he wanted to ask me out, he fell and broke off his front tooth. Because of that, he was too scared to ever ask someone out again (thankfully his wife wasn’t too afraid to ask him out).

But I didn’t know those type of details about Dean and that made him even more desirable. When we started dating, all the girls were so jealous of me. The girls who made fun of me for my looks back in high school, the girls who laughed their asses of when they found out my K-Pop career didn’t last long (though their kids are totally into K-Pop right now and are big fans of me, suck that up) and now these girls grown out to be the same women who are laughing behind my back, because Dean exchanged me for a younger model.

A thirteen year younger model, who he even taught for three years when she was still in high school. The girl whose diaper I changed. A girl whose age is closer to Benji’s than to Dean’s!

I park my car and get out of the car, walking into the store. ‘Hi Greg,’ I say when I walk in.

‘How are you, Amelia? Did my princess Annabelle drive you nuts?’

‘She never does and you know it,’ I chuckle, grabbing a shopping basket. ‘Oh, by the way, she did manage to tell me that she needed to go to the bathroom, but couldn’t quite make it to the bathroom stalls in time.’

Greg chuckle. ‘Enough said,’ he chuckles. ‘I’ll check her backpack.’

I walk through the aisles, looking for the pads and tampons. Since I had my period last week and I always forget to buy these during my normal grocery runs, I put it on my to do list for today, because these are the items that you never want to be without—learned that the hard way.

And because I love my kids dearly, I decide to buy some nice cereal for tomorrow morning. I like to see those lovely smiles on their faces, especially in the morning. When your day starts good, it makes it easier for you to keep that same spirit and after this messy divorce, I figured they could use it. I turn around, only to bump into someone and as the klutz I am, I drop my shopping basket.

‘Oh, excuse me,’ a deep male voice says and correct me if I’m wrong, but was that an English accent? There is a Brit in this store? Why is the local newspaper not here? This is the type of news that would be splattered on the front page.

‘No, it’s okay,’ I quickly say, crouching down, scrambling the pads and tampon boxes together. The man holds out a box of tampons when I stand up again, and while my cheeks turn into a red color, I finally look into his eyes.

Oh my… If this isn’t the most beautiful creature Luna Meadows has ever welcomed. I can’t help but gawk at his beautiful sculptured face, those bright blue eyes and the way this man is build.

And he is probably British.

‘I believe this is yours,’ he says and yes, I can confirm that mister Perfection is indeed British. Ever since my divorce I picked up a new habit: spotting wedding rings on men’s fingers and this one doesn’t have one. Now he is way out of my league, probably has a girlfriend or a fiancée and chances are that he is here for a pitstop, but a girl can dream.

‘That is definitely mine,’ I say, taking the box from his hand. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘No, I believe this was all my fault.’ The man smiles and my heart skips a beat. ‘I’m terribly sorry, miss.’

‘Don’t apologize, please,’ I say to him.

The man moistens his lips and I can’t stop staring at his Cupid’s bow. Is it because I haven’t had sex in over nine months that I’m this easily turned on by someone or is this man exceptionally pretty? ‘I should get going,’ he says.

‘Right, right,’ I quickly say, pushing away all the nasty thoughts that run through my mind. ‘Well, bye.’

Stupid moron, could you sound any dumber?

I quickly pay for the groceries, before I bolt out of the store, thankfully not running into the handsome man again.

✰ ✰ ✰

Eve Smith-Lewis has been my best friend since elementary school. Despite us being apart from my fifteenth till my eighteenth, we remained best friends and thankfully we could always count on one another. Her husband Johnny is an absolute angel and while he became close friends with Dean when I started dating him, Johnny thought that cheating on me with Mindy Simpleton was the lowest a man could do and he dumped his best friend.

I love Johnny.

These two have been there for me, walking me through the divorce, making sure that Benji still went to his practices and that Isabella went to her drama classes. I’m so grateful that I can always lean on them, just like they can lean on me.

‘I must be hallucinating,’ I say, when I walk into the living room, seeing not only my daughter Isabella and my son Benji, but also Eve’s kids Lola, Jake and Yara making homework. ‘Are those the Jung children doing their homework and not distracting the Smiths?’

‘An absolute miracle,’ Lola chuckles, who runs her fingers through her thick curls.

‘Well,’ I say, ‘don’t let me interrupt this beautiful moment.’ I give Isabella a peck on her temple, before walking over to Benji, pressing a kiss on top of his head. ‘Hi Eve,’ I say, snatching the carrot out of her hand, before jumping on the kitchen island.

‘Is that your fat tush on my kitchen counter?’ Eve chuckles, as she turns around.

‘What?’ I ask when I see her watching me closely. I take a bite out of the carrot. ‘You’re staring.’

‘Something happened to you. Spill. What are the latest rumors?’

I simply shrug. ‘Got a text from Dean again. He wants the kids this weekend.’ I hold out my phone to her and she reads the texts, steam nearly fuming out of her ears. ‘Did he text Benji yet?’

‘Not that I know off, but that kid is a copy of you with his blank expression, so you never know.’

I sigh deeply. ‘I worry about him sometimes. There is too much change in a short amount of time. First his dad left. Then his judo coach quit.’

‘Coach Jensen quit?’ Eve asks. ‘Why?’

‘Got a better opportunity, I guess. I really don’t know actually. He just disappeared, but they found replacement already. A certain Henry Cavill. I just hope he is a good coach and he is actually nice, because Benji could use some more male role models, besides Johnny of course.’

Eve nods. ‘Henry Cavill, that sounds sexy, come to think of it.

‘Speaking of sexy, I ran into the most gorgeous man in Greg’s store.’ I quickly tell her all about the most beautiful man I ever bumped into and add: ‘I bet he was just here for a pitstop, but I don’t think I have ever seen a man that beautiful.’

Eve can’t help but chuckle. ‘And that is coming from a former idol, who was surrounded by handsome men.’

‘Can you imagine how beautiful this guy was.’

‘Well, I have to run by Greg’s tomorrow, I can ask him about an exceptionally gorgeous man. I think he knows right away who I mean, especially if I say that it was around the time you were there.’

‘But we’re talking about Greg,’ I chuckle, ‘so firstly he’ll say: that exceptionally gorgeous man would be me you’re talking about, sugar.’

She snorts. ‘You’re totally right, he is so predictable. By the way, you three staying over for dinner.’

‘Yes, ma’am,’ I say, ‘and if you don’t mind…’

‘I’ll watch Isabella when you bring Benji to practice. Believe me, I don’t know why you always ask this. We have been doing this routine for years now.’

‘Good thing we’re neighbors and your husband is a strong man, willing to carry her from Yara’s bed to her own.’

‘That’s my handsome man,’ Eve says. ‘He carries me to bed as well.’

‘Yeah, don’t rub it in that your husband is romantic.’

Eve holds up her hands in defeat. ‘How was your day anyway? Did Greg’s girl pee her pants again?’

‘Of course she did. I don’t think a day has gone by that she hasn’t peed her pants, really. I also found a moldy piece of bread crust underneath our cupboard, I accidentally stepped on a spider today, causing four little ones to cry and I bumped my head against the door. Other than that, it was a lovely day.’

My best friend smiles. ‘You’re a good teacher,’ she says, ‘and a good mother. I’m proud of you, Amelia.’

✰ ✰ ✰

While Isabella is my mischievous rebel, Benji is completely different. He is an introvert, isn’t a sharer and when he has a goal in mind, he’ll reach that, with or without my help. While Isabella has always been a bit of a daddy’s girl (though the divorce has changed that), he has been a mommy’s boy from the start and after the divorce, that only intensified.

The car drive to his judo practice, usually goes by in silence. Sometimes he turns on the radio and softly murmurs the lyrics. ‘Benji,’ I say, to break the silence, ‘did your dad text you?’

‘He did,’ Benji says, still looking in front of him. ‘And I told him I didn’t want to see him this weekend, since I have a match. Then he invited himself to match.’

Typical. ‘Do you want him to watch?’

Benji simply shrugs. ‘As long as he isn’t taking that woman with him, I’m okay. She really wants to be my stepmom, but I don’t like that.’

I have seen Mindy around, but I never saw her interact with my kids. While Isabella says that Mindy is quite nice (but that’s mostly because Mindy takes her out for ice cream and Isabella is a sucker for ice cream and anything sweet for that matter), Benji doesn’t like spending time with her. As a matter of fact, he hates spending time with her.

‘If you don’t want him to watch, I understand and so should he.’

‘Doesn’t matter,’ he simply says.

I sigh deeply. ‘I know it’s hard, baby, but you’re doing great.’

‘It’s just that I never knew that dad could be such an asshole,’ Benji says.

I park the car on the lot and look to the side, before holding his hand in mine. Normally I wouldn’t condone my kids calling people assholes or other names, but Benji has a point. His dad is an asshole. ‘Well, some people don’t deal well with change and while your dad might’ve caused this entire mess, it can be hard on him.’

‘It isn’t hard on you.’

I snicker. ‘Oh honey, I’m crumbling on the inside. It’s a very healthy trait.’

Benji chuckles. ‘I love you, mom. Come on, I’m already a bit late.’

The two of us walk out of the car and ever since Dean left us, Benji has been a bit clingy to me. I mean, I’m not complaining. Having a teenage son, meant more than once being ditched to the side and believe me, I totally understand. The times I pretended that my parents weren’t my parents… I don’t think I can count those times on my two hands.

However, if there is one good thing coming out of this divorce, it’s realizing how much my kids love me. He has his arm hooked through mine and I can’t say that this makes me the happiest woman on earth, thinking back to all the moments where he would hold my hand when he was little.

While Benji vanishes in the locker room, I walk over to the bleacher, looking at the other mom’s that are here to watch their sons. Ever since I got divorced, I got gradually kicked out of every group here at the judo centre.

For some cities football or lacrosse or gymnastics is the most important sport, for us it’s judo. I have had quite the judo career myself, but after I dislocated my knee for the third time in one year when I was thirteen, because I’m double-jointed, my dad decided that I should quit.

I love to watch judo however, especially when it’s my own son who does it. I sit on the bleachers on the front row, as I hear the laughter roar up behind me a bit, a not so subtle sign that they want to rub in my face that I have failed in my marriage.

Someone else got divorced a few years ago and the shitload she got thrown over her, made her move, just like her ex husband moved somewhere else. I love Luna Meadows and I decided that I should stay here. I have a life here and being the only Asian girl in my high school, a trainee in a Korean entertainment company and an idol for two years, it sure has thickened my skin.

The reason why I think the women are more vile opposed to my divorce, is because my ex husband has a new girlfriend before the divorce was final and we all knew her. If that toddler gets pregnant before I have a new boyfriend, that will be the moment I’m moving places.

I love Luna Meadows with all my heart, but there are limits to what I can take.

‘Excuse me,’ I hear and I look up, only to be met by a perfectly sculptured face.

It’s the handsome Brit from the grocery store.

And he is wearing a judogi. Normally I’m not a fan of how that looks, but this just fits perfectly.

Oh my gosh, wait, does this mean that he is Benji’s new judo coach?

‘Hi,’ I say, a smile appearing on my face, knowing I have to text Eve in a few.

‘I thought it was you,’ he says, taking place right next to me.

This man is huge. I now understand why kids feel intimidated by grown ups. While I’m not the tallest, kids in my class always say how big I am when I sit next to them. This is how they must feel.

‘Are you the new coach?’ I ask him.

He nods, holding out his hand. ‘I am. My name is Henry Cavill.’

I place my hand in his. ‘Didn’t know this centre had enough money to import judo coaches from across the ocean.’

Henry starts to laugh. ‘I’m that good.’

‘I bet you are. I’m Amelia Jung, Benji’s mom.’

‘You’re Benji’s mom?’ he asks me. ‘I’ve heard a lot about that kid. Very talented.’

If this man wasn’t already perfect, he certainly is now. ‘Very good, sucking up to the parent. You’ll be a fantastic coach that will be well loved with the rest of this town.’

Henry chuckles. I look over my shoulder, to see the perfect moms shooting daggers at me. ‘I’m sorry if I’m intruding, but I overheard what happened between you and Benji’s dad.’

‘Of course you did,’ I say, followed by a deep sigh. ‘Word travels fast in a town like this.’

He simply nods. ‘What can I do for Benji?’

Huh? ‘Excuse me, what?’ I ask.

‘Well, divorce is never easy and I’d like to make the trainings as smoothly as possible for him. It’s important that this training centre is a place where he can forget about all those worries. You have a few tips for me on how to work with him? How to approach him?’

It is the first time this has happened. My Benji can be a bit of a struggle to work with. Going his own way, not reacting well to screaming coaches. However I have to tell coaches about this after the situation blew up.

Now a coach asks me before an eventual blow up how to work with Benji?

‘Just be kind,’ I say. ‘You also don’t need to scream, because he does not react well to that. He does do well with compliments, only if you mean them of course.’

‘Figured,’ Henry says.

‘And he can be pretty stubborn from time to time, but since they flew you over all the way from the UK, you might as well be a great coach with great insight. so that shouldn’t be a problem for you.’

‘I sure hope I live up to these expectations.’

‘I bet you will.’

‘Mom,’ I hear and I see Benji standing in front of me, ‘could you help me?’ He holds out a roll of sport tape and I have to tape his wrist and three of his fingers because this sweet boy has the same dislocating tendency I have. I pat on the seat next to me and say: ‘This is your new coach, Henry Cavill.’

Benji looks at Henry, before holding out his hand. ‘Nice to meet you, sir.’

‘Nice to meet you, Benji. This Saturday you’ve got a match. You excited?’

‘Always,’ Benji says, as I tape in his fingers.

‘Off you go, honey,’ I say.

‘Thanks mom.’ He gives me a kiss on my cheek, before he grabs his water bottle and walks over to the friends he made here.

‘Good luck,’ I say to the new coach, ‘I heard they can be a handful.’

‘Nothing I can’t handle,’ Henry says with a smile. ‘It was nice seeing you again, Amelia.’

After I recovered from my ongoing heart attack, looked over my shoulder again to stare down the other women, I finally grab my phone and text Eve.

Amelia: You never guess who the new coach of Benji is?

Eve: Would it be a stretch if I suggested Richard Madden?

Amelia: It would. I’ll give you a hint: I bumped into him today.

Eve: NO WAY, IT’S THE PERFECT MAN FROM THE GROCERY STORE?

Amelia: Yes!!!!!

Eve: That’s it, my kids are going back. You think it’s too late for them to start again?

✰ ✰ ✰

The training went well and I saw Benji breaking out in a bright smile a few times because of something coach Cavill said to him. While I might’ve been biased (I mean, that man is fucking handsome), I absolutely love this coach already and am very grateful that he will be coaching Benji from now on. From the looks of it, they actually seem to hit it off pretty well.

‘Your son is good,’ Henry says, when I stand up from the bleachers. ‘I look forward to seeing him on Saturday.’

I smile. ‘Thank you,’ I say. ‘For being a good coach for him, I mean. He really needs it.’

‘I understand.’ Henry hooks his thumbs behind the black judo belt. ‘Divorce is never easy,’ he says, ‘but you’re doing great.’

He smiles at me, before walking away, to meet up with the next group. I grab my purse, before walking away. ‘There you are,’ I say to Benji. ‘Ready to go?’

‘I am.’

Once we’re back in the car again, I ask: ‘What did you think of coach Cavill?’

Benji nods. ‘I like him.’

‘So, he is Benji Jung approved?’

‘He is,’ he chuckles, ‘but more importantly: is he momma Jung approved?’

I can’t help but laugh. ‘He certainly is, baby.’

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Make Me Forget (Part 1) - Elijah Mikaelson

Pairing: Elijah x reader

Warnings: angst

A/N: Celebration Summer #8. There is a part 2 to this so don't fret. Prompt is Person A gets injured Person B is not happy.

wc: 1759

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Elijah Mikaelson and his family had left Mystic Falls to move to New Orleans months ago. And they’d left you behind in the process. After he swore to you that you’d never have to be alone again, he’d left you with little more than a letter telling you it was for the best. Associating with his family was dangerous. He couldn’t put you in danger. It would be better if you forgot about him. All of them.

What a load of shit. Elijah had swept into your life and turned everything upside down. For the first time you were a priority to someone other than yourself. It didn’t take long for him to become the center of your universe. You moved into the house and became part of the family. Klaus and you would create art and bitch about the Scooby gang. Rebekah took you shopping. Kol would try to get you into trouble while you tried to keep him out of it. And you succeeded for the most part. You’d kept him from getting killed by Jeremy and Elena. Surely, that was enough to cement your place in the family.

But they’d still left you. And it had been Elijah’s doing according to the rest of them. You texted and called and they told you how much they hated leaving you behind but Elijah had put his foot down. Threatened to leave them all if they went against his wishes.

Rebekah did admit it was dangerous at the moment. A bit of trouble with a pregnant werewolf and some witches. She still insisted it would be better with you there. That they’d all protect you.

Klaus begged you to come to his rescue. Elijah and the werewolf would be the death of him, he swore.

Kol just missed his friend. He spent hours talking about all the things the two of you could do if you were there.

Elijah was silent. There hadn’t been one answered phone call or response to any of your texts.

Rebekah swore he missed you. That he was a miserable bastard without you.

Klaus and he had argued terribly when the hybrid threatened to fetch you from Mystic Falls and bring you home where you belonged. Elijah had yelled and destroyed half the room.

Kol said when there was a moment of peace, Elijah sat alone and stared at a picture of you. “I caught him crying, Y/N. It was horrible,” he told you, dramatically.

You didn’t necessarily believe any of them. After all, he found it so easy to leave you, why would he brood over your absence. But you missed your family. You were going to New Orleans. Even if Elijah was angry with you for going against his wishes, the rest of them would welcome you with open arms. You’d just have to stand your ground with the suited Original.

There were probably a thousand better ways to get to New Orleans, but you took a bus. It was cheap and you didn’t have to drive. And even better, it didn’t involve flying. You hated to fly. You stepped off the bus and adjusted your backpack on your shoulder. You’d decided to travel light. While you intended to stay forever, you weren’t sure everyone else would be on board with that. If you did stay, you knew Rebekah would be more than happy to take you shopping to replace your clothes. And Klaus would pay for them if Elijah didn’t. It used to bother you when they spent their money on you, but you’d long gotten over it.

After typing in the address on your phone, you started to follow the walking directions. You were actually quite close to your destination when you were yanked into an alley. Almost before you had a chance to process what had happened, teeth tore into your neck. Son of a bitch. You fumbled in your bag as the vampire drank deeply. Your fingers wrapped around your stake and you slammed it into the asshole attacking you. He hissed in pain and stumbled back giving you the chance to pull it out and stab him again with more precision.

He collapsed at your feet and you stepped over him as you pulled a rag from your bag. You pressed it against the wound and tried to look inconspicuous as you stumbled the rest of the way to your family. Your head spun as you reached the door and you knocked quickly.

The door flew open to reveal none other than Kol Mikaelson. He grinned at seeing you, but it faded immediately when he noticed the state you were in. He grabbed your bag in one hand and placed the other on your arm to lead you into the house. “What happened to you, Darling?”

You made a sound of annoyance. “Guess.”

“Don’t be cheeky.” He dropped your bag by the stairs and continued to steer you through the house. “Brothers, we have a visitor,” he said when the two of you reached a library. Nik and Elijah’s heads snapped in your direction.

Nik stood in front of you in a flash. “Bloody hell, love. Can’t stay out of trouble for five minutes, can you?” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “It’s good to see you at any rate. Come, Kol.” The hybrid strode from the room, dragging his protesting brother along with him.

A moment later, Elijah stood in front of you. Dark eyes stared at you as he lifted a hand to your neck. A muscle ticked in his jaw as he pulled the rag away to get a view of the damage. His hand clenched at his side and you flinched. He’d never hurt you, but it was rare to see him so angry. And you weren’t certain if he was angrier at the vampire that attacked you or you for being there.

His lips pursed as he stared at you a moment longer, then he bit into his wrist and offered it to you. You drank enough to heal then stepped back. He strode away to the far side of the room. Keeping his back to you, he hooked one hand around the back of his neck and rested the other on his hip. “What were you thinking coming here? Did I not make myself perfectly clear that you are not welcome here?”

“I missed you.” God, did that reasoning sound pathetic to you now. How had you ever thought that would be enough for him?

He was back in front of you in a flash. “You deliberately went against my wishes. You followed us here despite knowing I did not want you here and look what happened. Do I need to say anything else to prove my point that it is too dangerous for you to be near us?”

“This had nothing to do with you, Elijah. This was some random asshole vampire picking the wrong person to snack on. I killed him for it.” Frankly, you didn’t understand how he could go from being madly in love with you to not wanting you around overnight. “Everyone else wanted me to come. Didn’t you miss me at all?”

“How could I miss someone that cares nothing for their own wellbeing?” he stated quietly, making you flinch again. It would have been better for him to yell. At least then you’d know he was simply angry with you. His monotone delivery made you believe that he simply didn’t care. Tears instantly flooded your eyes. Why had you asked that question when you were so afraid of the answer? He stepped past you and stopped at the door. “You can stay the night. Tomorrow you leave New Orleans and you will not return,” he said in a low tone. Then he was gone.

You didn’t move as tears streamed down your face. Vaguely you were aware of Elijah and Nik yelling at each other elsewhere in the house, though you couldn’t make out the words. Then you were pulled into a firm chest as arms wrapped around you. “Elijah’s an idiot, darling,” Kol whispered to you.

When you just continued to cry without saying anything, he swept you up in his arms and carried you to one of the chairs. He sat and placed you on his lap. You leaned against his chest and he played with your hair in an attempt to calm you. “It will be all right, Y/N. You don’t have to leave if you don’t want to. You and I can get an apartment on the other side of town. We’ll put it in your name and you can tell Elijah to fuck off when he wants in.”

That pulled a laugh out of you though it sounded rather pathetic. “At least I know why it was so easy for him to leave now. I mean, what a bother I must have been. I always wondered what he saw in me and now I know. Nothing. God, you’d think it would be a relief to finally know, right? So why does it hurt so bad?”

“As angry as I am with my brother right now, Y/N, I don’t think—”

“No. It’s okay, Kol.” You sat up and wiped the tears from your cheeks. “You don’t have to lie to me anymore. Rebekah said him and the wolf seemed to be getting along. Maybe he’ll love her and it won’t be a lie.”

You stood and held up a hand to stop him when he moved to follow. “I’m not angry with you, Kol, but I need to figure out how to live without all of you. See, he told me he loved me and that he’d never leave me. That I’d never be alone again and he abandoned me at the first opportunity. And he took my family with him. And when I come back to all of you, he made it very clear that I am not wanted. I was prepared for him to be angry. I wasn’t prepared for him to not care.”

You paced the floor as you thought about your next step. Kol’s dark eyes followed you. He was at a loss at what to do, how to comfort you. He could beat the shit out of his brother but, while that might make him feel better, he doubted it would help you any. Suddenly, you snapped around to face him. “Compel me.”

His brows shot up. “What?”

“Compel me to forget. Just let me forget all of you.”