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imloyaltoscoups · 18 days

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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༻━━━━≾ .......

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strawberrycheeks-and-glasses · 8 months

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~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.

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bisamwilson · 11 months

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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."

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midnightdevotion · 2 years

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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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huntsvillegossip · 4 months

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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

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dees-writing-corner · 2 years

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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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casspurrjoybell-17 · 2 years

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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."

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eddiemunsonssoulmate · 3 years

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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.

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scarletwidowaf · 3 years

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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.

masterlist

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"

_______________________________

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.

#yelena belova x reader #yelena belova #wandanat #Scarlet Widow #natasha romanoff #florence pugh x fem!reader #florence pigh x female reader #florence pugh x reader

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keanureevesisbae · 2 years

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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.’

#coach cavill #henry cavill #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill x ofc #henry cavill x oc #asian ofc #henry cavill x asian ofc #henry cavill fandom #henry cavill x amelia jung #coach!henry cavill #amelia jung

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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.”

#elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson fanfiction #elijah mikaelson x you #the originals fanfiction #vampire diaries fanfiction #celebration summer

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astral-hoes · 3 years

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racing with him on twitch ; g.r. blurb

hey guys! This is my first time writing fanfiction in a really long time, so sorry if it isn’t super good. If you have any constructive criticism that would be great! :)

You watched as your boyfriend George laughed with his friends on Twitch. He had been streaming every Wednesday night for the past couple months with Lando, Alex, and Charles. Just like every Wednesday, they were playing F1 2019, but none of them were taking it very seriously.

You often watched from him from the doorway, careful to not get in view of the camera. That last thing you wanted to do was come off as clingy to everyone who was watching. But you did love to watch George have fun and do what he loves without any of the pressure.

After the boys finished one of their races George noticed you standing in the doorway, “Love do you need something?”

“No I was just watching,” you answered, “but I can leave if you want.” You didn’t want him to think you were being strange.

“You can join us. The other simulator is all ready set up.” He tells you. At this point the Twitch chat is going wild, with everyone saying how they want to see you drive.

“I won’t be any good,” You chuckle as you sit down in the chair. George gets up and goes over to where you are sitting. After a couple minutes of showing you what to do, George sat back down and a new race was started.

The Quartet were joking with each other as well as you during the first couple laps. You were swerving all over the place trying to get used to the controls, and of course you were in dead last. “I told you I wouldn’t be any good at this,” You said to the group while the whole chat was cheering you on.

Once the race ended, you had been lapped by all four guys. You were all making jokes about how bad you had driven while Charles got the next race set up. You were determined to do better after a few comments from the chat said that girls couldn’t drive.

Once the race started and you finally got used to the controls you were flying. You started from the back and after 3 laps, you were in third.

“George, your girlfriends is better than you!” Charles jokes and a cheeky grin creeps on your face.

“Better watch out George, you might loose your seat.” Alex adds laughing.

“Yeah right.” George responds to his friends looking over at you.

“Formula 1 here I come! There’s a new Lewis Hamilton in town!” You tease you tease and the voice chat erupts with laughter.

“I think you should stream with us every week.” Lando says and everyone agrees.

#formula one #f1 #f1 imagine #f1 blurb #george russell #george russell imagine #george russell fluff #george russell fanfic

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peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology · 3 years

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ahh im obsessed with the summer prompts. Can I request Lifeguard Tom with prompt 36 please? preferably fluffy ending but its all up to you thanks!

This became very long sorry bestie. I hope you still enjoy it tho! Love you so much, thank you for the request love!

Reminder to everyone else that the Summer of Love is still going on and I'll be accepting requests for it until September 22nd! You can find the prompt list here!

Let’s Give It a Shot

36 - It’s the last day of summer, and your last day together

Pairing: Lifeguard! Tom x Reader

Summary: Tom shows you exactly why you love him so much

Warnings: angst, crying, fighting

Masterlist

Summer of Love

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Tom peaked at the bed as he pulled his shirt over his head, a smile came over his face at the sight.

“Good morning angel,” he cooed, “Like what you see?”

“I liked it better when you had your shirt off,” she teased, her voice still raspy and tired, “Remind me why we agreed to work today?”

“It’s only till noon,” he reminded as he bent to kiss her. He laughed as she attempted to pull him into bed, “I’ve got to get going, swim class starts at 7.”

She rolled onto her back and groaned, “Who the fuck takes their kids to swim class at 7?”

“Their toddlers angel, most of them have been up since 5,” he pecked her lips one final time before standing up, “I’ll see you at 8?”

She hummed, nodding once before she closed her eyes again, “Love you.”

“Love you too,” he watched her settle back into bed before leaving, closing the bedroom door as quietly as he could behind him.

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“Bye bye,” Tom waved to the kids as they padded through the lobby.

“We’ll see you all Thursday,” Harrison added.

“Well I really appreciate it,” Tom smiled in response, falling into the spinning chair that she usually sat in, “Seriously, I owe you.”

The kids filed out, being ushered away by their parents while the boys hung around the front desk.

“I can’t believe I agreed to take you shift,” Harrison yawned, stretching his arms above his head, “You’re such a dick.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m the best,” he glanced towards the door, just in time to spot (y/n), “Oh shit, fun’s over Tom, time to get back to work.”

“Ha ha,” she rolled her eyes, “What are you two doing at my desk huh?”

“You’re desk?” Tom smirked, “This is my desk today angel.”

“Oh and I suppose you want me to save the drowning children?”

“No,” he stood and grabbed her by the waist, “Haz is going to watch the pool today and I’m going to help you up front.”

She raised a brow and turned to Harrison, “Really?”

He nodded, “Course sweetheart, happy to give you a little extra time together.”

“Aw, thank you Haz,” she cooed, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“You’re welcome,” he gave her a squeeze before dropping her, “Alright, I’ve got to go clean up, you two just make sure everything is done. I don’t want to get in trouble because you two were making out instead of working.”

“We will, don’t worry,” she laughed, “Thank you guys, I couldn’t have dreamed up a better last day.”

“You’re welcome,” Tom hummed, pressing his lips to hers as she tried to reach for the computer behind him, “We could do this everyday if you stayed, I could switch to the front.”

“Tom you know I can’t,” she sighed, “I don’t think we should be having this discussion at work either, it’s just gonna make us both emotional.”

“You’re leaving tomorrow morning so I’m gonna be emotional no matter what,” he sighed, “You never want to talk about this.”

“Because I don’t like thinking about leaving. I don’t like the idea of being far away anymore than you do.”

“Then don’t leave,” he grabbed her hands, preventing her from getting to her job, “Just stay here. You can move in with us, Haz adores you, he won’t mind.”

“Tom I can’t. I have to go back to school, and right now I have to open, so can we please save this for later?”

He sighed and nodded, “Yeah, yeah, we can talk about it later.”

“Thank you,” she kissed his cheek before pushing across the floor.

He laughed as the chair spun away from her, “I don’t know how you expect me to help from all the way over here.”

“I expect you to go make sure the bathrooms are stocked,” she flashed him a cheeky smile while she popped open the register, “And I’m gonna count the cash.”

He sighed and dragged his feet towards the closet, “Fine, fine, I wouldn’t do it for anyone else though.”

The day continued as normal, despite Tom’s best attempts to distract (y/n) from work. Tom had surprised her by doing most of the work throughout the day, insisting she simply sit and handle the register. It was a nice change, normally when Tom hung out in the front it was just to steal drinks and tease. Tom busted through all of her tasks, seeming impossibly determined to get them home as soon as possible. He’d managed to do it too, Harry arrived at exactly noon and he’d rushed (y/n) right out the door.

“Hurry,” Tom shook her shoulders while she gathered her things.

“I am, I am, sheesh,” she shoved her phone into her purse and stood, “What’s the big rush?”

“I’ve just got a lot planned for today,” he beamed at her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, “Now come on, our first stop is this way.”

“Our first stop?” she knit her brow as he led her towards the pool, “Wait why are we going to the pool?”

“Because it’s our first stop,” he repeated, stopping just outside the doors, “See that?” he pointed to one of the lifeguard’s chairs.

She nodded, trying to imagine where he might be taking the conversation, “I do see the chair Tom.”

“It’s the most important chair in the world,” he kissed the top of her head with a smile, “Because I was sitting in that chair the first time I saw you.”

She flushed, biting her cheek to try and fight off her smile, “Stop.”

“I remember it exactly. You walked out of there and I just couldn’t take my eyes off you, you wouldn’t believe how disappointed I was when they said you were gonna be up front.”

“I thought you were pretty cute too.”

He laughed, “Thank God you did.”

“Did you bring me out here just for that?” she raised a brow, “You’re not trying to throw me into the pool?”

He shook his head, “No, just wanted to be a little sappy. Now I’m gonna take you on that date and be even sappier.”

“Lucky me,” she chuckled, “So, where are you taking me now?”

“Minx,” he smirked, “Alright darling, just get ready for the best date of your life.”

“Back home, I can’t parade around the town dressed like this,” he motioned to his swim trunks with a smile, “As much as you might like that.”

“I’d rather save that for tonight,” she teased back, “When I’ve got you all to myself.”

Tom took her home, refusing to reveal even the tiniest detail about their date as they both got ready. He claimed it would be long, that’d they’d be out until that night, but refused to give her any more details. He even went as far as to try and blindfold her when they got in the car, but he quickly dropped it when she refused. She expected he’d be taking her somewhere new or out of town because of this, she was completely in shock when he just drove her to a sandwich shop just up the street from the pool.

“Seriously? We eat here like everyday,” she rolled her eyes, “This cannot be it Tom.”

“It’s not,” he laughed, “Obviously I’ve got something more than this planned. I just thought we could stop here.”

“Why?”

“Because, if you remember,” he began to explain, a smile overtaking his features, “You stayed late to help me clean the pool and I took you to lunch as thanks. It was like our first half date.”

“Half date?” she laughed, “That is not a thing Tom.”

“Yes it is, it was the first time we hung out outside of work together, and it’s when I asked you out, it’s a half date.”

“Those are very specific circumstances that define a half date,” she pursed her lips, fighting her urge to smile.

“Whatever, the point is, this place is special because it reminds me of you,” he leaned over the middle console to press a kiss to her cheek, “And I just wanted to tell you that before we got to the real date.”

“Aw,” she cooed at him, “Don’t tell me it’s going to get even sappier than this.”

“Oh angel, just you wait, it’s only getting worse and worse from here.”

She watched out the windows as Tom drove her across town to another restaurant, though this time she knew exactly why he’d brought her there.

“Tom,” she bit her lip as she spoke, “This is incredibly cute.”

“Ah not here angel,” he grabbed her hands as she tried to open the door, “Just being sappy again. Remember what happened here?”

“Our first date, how could I ever forget that?” she smiled as she reminisced on the happy memories, “We got all dressed up and you brought me flowers. Then we talked until they closed, and we still couldn’t get enough of each other so you drove me up to that cliff side and talked all night.”

“No, no, it was nothing like that,” he rolled his eyes, “I picked you up and you looked so fucking gouregous I could barely speak. Then I took you to this restaurant and I tried so desperately and to seem interesting enough to keep your attention. For some reason you put up with me, and we talked and talked and talked. I thought you’d want to go home at the end of the night but you still weren’t sick of me so we drove up to that little lookout point and I fell madly and deeply in love with you while we talked the night away.”

“You did not fall in love with you on our first date,” she rolled her eyes, “You’re just trying to make me emotional.”

“I fell in love with you the first time I laid my eyes on you, it just took me a little while to realize it.”

She sighed, letting her head fall onto his shoulder, “I fell in love with you the first time we kissed. I’ve never felt like that with anyone else.”

“Mine was cuter,” Tom hummed as he pulled out of the parking lot.

“Oh whatever,” she rolled her eyes, “Alright, are we going to the real date now?”

“You’ll see, you’ll see,” he shushed her, driving just a few parking lots over to the local bowling alley, “Remember here?”

“Another one?” she sighed, “Alright, you took me here to introduce me to your brothers. I found out that I majorly suck at bowling that night.”

“Yeah you do,” he laughed, “But my brothers adore you, they treat you like a sister and it totally melts my heart.”

“Yeah, I think they’re cool too,” she chuckled, “So, is there an actual date or are you just taking me on a victory lap of the city?”

“There is a date, at the end of the victory lap,” he admitted, “There’s just a couple more things I want you to see first.”

“You’ll see, just give it a second,” he hummed.

Tom drove her all over the city, stopping anywhere with even the tiniest amount of significance. He took her to the club where they’d spent Harrison’s birthday, the fairgrounds where they spent way too much money on rigged games, even the local park, where her and Harry had gotten way too competitive with a game of frisbee golf. He took her to more sentimental spots too, like where they’d had their first kiss, the hill where they’d fallen asleep watching a meteor shower, the place where they’d first said I love you, where they’d had their first time. It was like a montage of their greatest hits, that had her falling in love with Tom, and the city, all over again. She was almost in tears when Tom finally declared that the tour was over, and it was really time for their date.

“Okay, where are we really going then?” she pressed, her eyes glued to the window for any clues, “I mean we’ve pretty much been everywhere already…”

“Looks like we’re heading to your place, or work,” she knit her brow.

“Does it?”

“Does it?” she mocked, “We have to get out of this car soon or I’m gonna pee myself.”

“Well,” he flicked his blinker on and turned into the pool parking lot, “Good thing we’re here.”

“Tom I swear to god I-”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” he laughed, “But you can run inside real quick and use the restroom before we go.”

“They’re closed.”

“I have my keys,” he flicked off the car, grinning as he waved for her to follow, “Hurry up angel.”

She followed him inside, suspicious that he had some kind of ulterior motive, “We are not fooling around in there Tom.”

“Get your mind out of the gutter,” he hummed as he opened the front door, “Go on, take care of your business.”

“Thanks,” she scampered off to the bathroom, only to find Tom was missing when she returned, “Tom?” she peaked around the lobby but found nothing. She got no response when she knocked on the men's locker room door, and the employee lobby was empty. “Tom?” she called again, peeking at her phone for any hints, “Come on,” she sighed and headed for the pool.

“Surprise!”

Out jumped everyone she’d spent the summer with, Tom, Harrison, his brothers, everyone they’d worked with at the pool, all the friends she’s made across town. The pool was all lit up, lined with tables full of food and drinks. (y/n) was in shock, her jaw hung open as she took it all in.

“So,” Tom’s arms wrapped around her waist and he pressed a kiss to her cheek, “What do you think?”

“This is amazing,” she squeezed his hands, “Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome,” he kissed her cheek again before stepping away, “We all wanted to make your last night really special.”

“It’s perfect,” she confirmed, “Seriously, I couldn’t imagine anything better than this.”

“Glad to hear it love,” Harrison wrapped his arm around her shoulders for a quick hug, “Come on though, you’ve got lots of people to say goodbye too.”

She was led around to say hi to everyone, progressively becoming more and more emotional as the night went on. Tom stuck right to her side, doing his best to comfort her as the night went on. It was nice, she appreciated the gesture and everyone being there, but the realization that this was her goodbye just kept creeping back up. Tom could tell she was drained by the end of the night, obviously ready to just curl up in bed.

“Angel, are you ready to go home?” he hummed.

“No, no, I’m okay,” she insisted, “We should stay and help clean up.”

“You can’t clean up your own party,” Harry rolled his eyes, “We’ll stay back and clean it up. If you’re ready to go you and Tom can head out.”

“Are you guys sure?” she wrung her hands nervously, “We can stay and help.”

Sam nodded, “Yeah, it’s not very much anyway, we’ve got this.”

“Thanks guys,” Tom squeezed her side, “Let’s get you home then yeah?”

She nodded, “Thanks guys.”

She moved to give each of them a hug, mumbling a quick goodbye, hoping to escape to the car as quickly as possible. Harry seemed to have other ideas in mind though.

“I love you,” he squeezed her tight.

“Aw, I love you too,” she chuckled.

“I’m gonna miss you so much sis,” he patted her back as she pulled away.

She forced a smile as she stepped away, waving to them while her and Tom slipped away.

“Are you alright?” Tom squeezed her waist.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” she insisted as she climbed into the passenger seat, “I just wanna go home.”

“Alright, we’ll go.”

“He called me sis.”

“What?”

“Harry called me sis.”

Tom chuckled, “Well yeah, I told you earlier, they think of you like a sister.”

“But it’s different when he says it,” she sniffled, her facade finally crumbling, “I don’t wanna go Tom.”

He moved to her side as quick as he could and pulled her into him, “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to angel. If you want to stay you can, Haz and I would be more than happy to have you.”

“But I can’t! I can’t just ditch everything for a summer fling! I have to go back to school and my family and I have to go home! But I don’t want to go back there! I want this to be home, I don’t want to leave!”

Tom took a deep breath and kissed the top of her head before scooting back to his seat, “I know we went a lot of places today angel, but I’ve got one more thing to show you alright?”

“No I don’t wanna go fucking see anything else Tom! I just want to go home…”

“We will, I just want to show you one thing angel, it’ll make you feel better,” he promised, slipping a hand over hers, “It’ll be quick.”

“Okay…”

She was quiet the rest of the short drive, he’d taken her to a small cafe, they’d only been there once before.

“Come on angel,” he waved for her to follow him.

“Why would you bring me here?” she scoffed.

“Just come on,” he insisted, smiling as she slammed the door behind her, “Come sit with me,” he patted his lap.

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms before falling into his lap, “Why are we here?”

“Do you remember what happened here?” he hummed.

She nodded, “Yeah, we had our first fight here, and it seems like you’re trying to have our second too.”

“No, I’m making a point,” he corrected with a smile, “We had our first fight here, and then we never came back here again. But that is not why I brought you here, I brought you here because that fight made me think about us, and the fact that you had to leave at the end of summer. I kept trying to think of ways around it or ways for us to minimize our time apart, but you know what thought never crossed my mind?”

“What?” she sank into her chair.

“That when summer came to an end we would break up, because we aren’t a summer fling. We never were, not even for a second, and the sacrifices we make are not for a summer fling, they’re for a real relationship that both of us treasure. If you really, really don’t want to go then you can stay, and I mean we’ve got a Uni nearby and you’ve always got somewhere to stay here. But if I’m the only reason you don’t want to go then you need to go, and we’ll suffer through the long distance until my lease with Haz is up and then I’ll move to you.”

She shook her head, “It’s not just you, I love this town, and the friends I’ve made here, it’s everything about this place. I just feel like I belong here, and I’ve never felt like that back home.”

“Obviously I’m biased here,” he chuckled, “But you could always just give it a semester out here, transfer back if you hate it, or vice versa. Just remember this long distance thing is going to be temporary no matter what, and even then we’re only a couple hours apart.”

She was silent as she tried to sort out her thoughts, “Yeah, school’s a little cheaper out here too, that’d be nice. A-And I haven't paid for anything yet this year so I’m not really obligated to go…”

“You don’t have to justify anything to me angel, obviously I want you to stay” he kissed her shoulder with a frown, “If you wanna give it a shot then I think you should, but if you don’t, we’re still gonna make this work, because I love you.”

“I love you too,” she sniffled while he wiped her eyes, “Thanks Tommy.”

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the-maidofgevaudan · 2 years

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OBX: THE COLLEGE YEARS

Phantom

Authors Note: The first story in my College OBX idea. JJ Maybank x OC. GIF not mine (creds to owner). Sloane arrives at OBX, meets the pogues, attends her first boneyard kegger, and we get a peek into JJ’s night life.

Warnings: Cussing? Sexual Innuendos?

Words: 3.6 K

"No, no, no, no, no. No!" Sloane pleaded with her car as she began to see smoke coming out of the hood. She had been driving for hours and had just passed the "Paradise on Earth" sign letting her know she had made it to the Outer Banks. She pulled over and popped the hood releasing even more smoke into the air. She groaned and pulled out her phone to google for local auto shops. The closest one was called Kildare Tires & Auto Repair Shop. She pressed the phone icon next to the name and her phone began calling the shop.

"Kildare Tires & Auto, this is Hank." A voice on the other end spoke.

"Hi, I was driving to town and my car started smoking really bad." Sloane started. "I am not really sure where I'm at, but I passed a sign a little while back that said "Paradise on Earth."

"No problem darlin'. We'll send someone out to get you." Hank said.

"Okay, who will you be sending? I just don't want to get kidnapped." Sloane explained and then felt ridiculous for asking.

"JJ Maybank will be the one to come get you. Shouldn't take him longer than 15 to get to ya." Hank said and abruptly hung up.

“Maybank!" JJ heard Hank yell into the garage.

"Present." JJ said sliding out from under the hood of a truck.

"Catch." Hank said as he threw a set of keys at JJ. They landed square on his stomach before he realized it, causing him to let out a grunt.

"What are these for?" He questioned.

"We got a call about a girl stuck on the side of the road. You're the low guy on the totem pole, so you're picking her up and bringing her car in." Hank explained as he walked back into the office with his back to JJ leaving no room for argument.

Truth be told, JJ didn't mind being sent out to get the cars. He enjoyed a break from being in the garage where he received endless orders from the other guys. He also didn't mind when the people he picked up were pretty girls. He quickly made his way across the island and found where the girl Hank was talking about had broken down. He could see smoke rolling out from the hood.

JJ got the truck positioned in front of her car with ease and stepped out to talk to her. "You weren't trying to hot box it, were you?" He asked the girl with a smirk.

She looked confused at first and then responded, "Oh no, I don't smoke." Not once did she crack a smile at his joke either. "What's your name?"

"JJ."

"Well thank you, JJ. They said you would be coming to get me. I just wanted to make sure you were the right person and not a serial killer or something." She said and then motioned to the car for him to get started.

"No problem. Well, it'll only take me a second to get it all hooked up and I can give you a ride to the shop. If you have anyone you can call to pick you up, you might wanna do that." He said starting to get the car hooked up to the tow truck.

"Are you able to give me a ride? I'm actually new here. I just got into UNC and I have a roommate, but I don't actually have her number, just her email." The girl rambled out.

"I've been known to give pretty girls a ride or two." JJ said with a cheeky grin. The sexual innuendo must have sailed right over this girls head though because yet again, no smile. "Where are you moving to?" JJ said, moving the conversation forward.

The girl showed him the address on her phone and asked, "Do you know where that is?"

And oh boy did he. He chuckled a little reading it, so she was going to be Kiara's new roommate. "Yeah, as a matter of fact I do know where that is."

They quickly rode back to the shop and got things settled there and then JJ was driving her to Kiara's. During the ride the girl didn't try to make any conversation. She spent most of the time looking out the window or at her phone. JJ settled into the silence; he had accepted defeat for now. With the girl moving in with Kiara he would have plenty of chances to try and crack the hard-ass facade she had going. The fact that she didn't crack a smile or blush at any of his jokes only made him want to try harder; he hadn't had a good challenge in a long time.

He took this opportunity to get a good look at her. She was pretty- there was no denying it. She had the hair of a porn star and the face of a goddess.

As JJ pulled into the driveway to the small house Kiara started down the porch. JJ hopped out and yelled, "delivery," in a shrill high pitched voice.

Kiara looked confused and then noticed the girl step out. "You must be Sloane," Kiara said.

The girl nodded and said, "It's nice to meet you. Kiara right?"

Kie nodded, "Yeah. You can head in if you want. I'm gonna have a quick chat with JJ." The girl, Sloane, grabbed a few of her bags and started at the house and then turned to JJ and said "Thanks for the ride."

"Anytime." JJ said as she continued into the house, his eyes following her figure until it was covered by the front door.

Kiara gave the boy a smack to the back of his head and he yelped. "What the hell was that for?"

"You know what that was for. How the hell did you end up with my roommate already?" She fussed at him, clearly frustrated. "Her car broke down. They sent me to get her."

"Please tell me you didn't flirt with her."

JJ's cheeky grin was the only answer Kiara needed. She went to swat his head again, but he dodged it this time. "Don't worry about it. She wasn't fazed by my charms."

Kiara gives him a questioning look like he's lying. "You're lying."

JJ shakes his head, "I wish I was Kie. I used the same lines twice last week and got laid both times. I don't know what this girls problem is."

Kie lets out a laugh. "Well, leave her alone. I need a roommate."

"No promises."

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Sloane wanders through the small house until she finds the mostly empty bedroom that she assumes is hers’. It’s nothing to write home about, but it will suffice. One of the perks of choosing to live with Kiara was that the room came furnished. There is an old bedroom suite in the room consisting of a bed frame, mattress, and a dresser. Sloane takes note of the room and makes a mental note of a few things she will need to buy: a desk, a chair, and maybe a small vanity. She begins unpacking the few bags she managed to carry inside.

As she unpacks she can’t help, but to think about JJ. She has never met someone so forward. Sloane can’t imagine that any of the lines he uses ever work on any girls. He was attractive though and he definitely has the mischievous smirk down to a science. If he does get laid often, Sloane decides it's due to his good looks. She instantly wonders if he and Kiara have ever slept together.

As she’s trying to reason through that scenario, Kiara knocks on the door bringing Sloane out of her thoughts.

“I see you found your room.” She says from the doorway. “I know it’s not much and if you want to get rid of the furniture you totally can.”

“No, thank you though. I didn’t bring any and I don’t really have the funds to furnish the room.”

“No problem. I had JJ bring in your other bags and boxes. They’re by the front door. I would stay and help, but I have to run out to work a little while or my boss will kill me. There’s a party tonight though on the beach. My friends and I are going and you should come.”

“I don’t know. I have a lot of unpacking to do and…” Sloane begins, but is quickly cut off by Kiara. “I have other friends besides JJ and they’re really nice. One of them is a girl named Sarah- she’s also going to UNC. You should come to meet her- it would give you someone to know when you’re on campus.” Kie reasons.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll come.” Sloane gives in.

“Great. I will see you there! I’ll have one of my friends come by and pick you up.” Kiara says quickly as she dashes off. Sloane groans and goes back to unpacking.

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“Welcome to the Outer Banks.” John B says as he drives to the beach.

“Thanks.” Sloane says. “Nice ride by the way.”

“Thanks, I’ve had it since high school. We call it the twinkie.” He says referring to the van they are riding in. It reeks of weed which John B promptly blamed on JJ and Kiara, but Sloane thought it was adorable and unique. “So we are headed to this spot on the beach called ‘The Boneyard.’ We’ve been drinking there since high school. There’s pros and cons to being a Pogue; downside of Pogue life is we’re ignored and neglected. Upside is we are ignored and neglected, which means we do whatever we want, whenever we want.” John B says with a smile.

“What’s a Pogue?” Sloane asks, not entirely understanding what he’s meaning.

“Ah. Pogues, pogies, they’re the throwaway fish. Lowest member of the food chain.” He says and looks at Sloane to see if his explanation has helped. Noticing her still furrowed eyebrow he continues, “So The Outer Banks, it's the sort of place where you either have two jobs or two houses. Two tribes, one island. The pogues, us, or the working class live on this side- The Cut. The other side of the island is called Figure Eight- that's where the kooks live. Rich assholes with two houses.”

As he finishes and looks over at Sloane she begins to chuckle. When John B doesn’t smile or laugh himself, she stops. “Oh you're serious. I thought you were messing with me.”

“Why wouldn’t I be serious.”

“I just didn’t imagine I'd moved somewhere with a very real turf or class war or whatever it is that's going on here.” She explains incredulously. “So you, JJ, and Kiara are all… pogues?”

“Yeah, sorta. Kie grew up on Figure Eight. Her parents are kooks and have a ton of money, so when we started hanging out Kie was a kook financially. Personality wise though she was a pogue. Her parents own a restaurant called The Wreck, she still works there- surprisingly.”

“Why is that a surprise?”

“Kiara’s parents didn’t appreciate her hanging out with pogues,”

“Aka you and JJ.” Sloane interjects.

“Exactly.” John B says with a smile which Sloane returns. “Anyways, she had a lot of fights with her parents throughout high school, so the moment she turned 18 she moved into the house down the road from the Chateau.”

“The Chateau?” Sloane questions.

“It’s the house me and JJ live in. My dad called it that and it kind of stuck.” John B says with a sentimental look. “Kie’s parents were pretty devastated when she moved out, but begged her to stay at The Wreck for work. I think the only reason she agreed to keep working there is because she knew she couldn’t leave and find a job that would pay as much as her parents were paying her.”

John B brings the twinkie to a stop and parks in front of a beach. Sloane looks out the window to see the beach covered with people. They all seem to have red solo cups in hand. John B gets out and starts walking down the beach with Sloane following. “So Kiara and JJ?” Sloane questions.

John B lets out a chuckle, “They’re just friends. Have always been just friends. They are kindred spirits, but it will never pass friendship. We kind of have a rule about that anyways. No pogue on pogue macking.”

“That’s kind of a dumb rule. Plus why would you guys make a rule like that when Kiara is so pretty?”

“Oh yeah, well Kie made the rule. She came up with it pretty soon after we all started hanging out. I think she wanted to ensure we would all stay friends. Although, it didn’t stop JJ from trying for a while- he eventually gave up though.”

“Yeah that doesn’t surprise me about JJ,” says Sloane. John B raises his eyebrows and gives the girl a look. “He flirted with me mercilessly earlier when we met. Does that usually work for him?”

John B lets out the biggest laugh, “Yeah somehow it does. Trust me, I don't get it either.”

John B offers to go grab the two of them drinks and look around for the other pogues. Sloane gives him a nod and decides to wait here for him to come back. She decides she does trust John B. She likes how open he is and she feels like she’s known him her whole life when talking to him. He’s one of the most beautiful creatures she’s ever met and it's not just about his face, but the life force she can see in him. His smile is pure and genuine.

He comes back to her with JJ and Kiara in tow. The three of them are clearly bickering about something, but stop the moment they are within earshot of Sloane. “Here ya go.” John B says, offering her a cup of beer. “Oh thanks.” She says taking it from him.

“Thanks for coming, Sloane.” Kie says smiling and cheering her cup with Sloane’s. She returns the smile and takes a sip from the cup John B handed her.

“So she does not smoke, but she does drink beer. Noted.” JJ remarks.

Sloane rolls her eyes and turns her attention to John B, “So are all the people here pogues?”

“No, some are pogues, some are kooks…”

“Like the asshole over there in the UNC shirt with the frosted tips.” JJ interjects.

“Ugh, who invited Topper.” Kie groans.

“Probably Sarah.” JJ says as he gives John B a look.

“I’ll ask her when she gets here. Anyways, back to your question, Sloane. If they aren’t a pogue or a kook then they are what we call a touron.” John B finishes. Sloane notices some tension in his voice at the mention of Topper.

“Sarah, the one that goes to UNC?” Sloane asks.

“Yes, and John B’s kook girlfriend.” JJ answers for John B. “She used to date Topper.”

“Keywords ‘used to’.” John B says and walks off motioning that he's going to refill his drink. Kie sees someone she knows and darts off leaving Sloane alone with JJ.

“So Sloane, what's your story? You a man-hater in general, or do you just hate me?” JJ asks, giving her a smirk.

“I think it's just you.” She grumbles.

He laughs once and Sloane decides he’s the worst kind of confident. Not only is he shamelessly aware of his appeal, he is so used to women throwing themselves at him that he is regarding her cool demeanor with him as refreshing and she rolls her eyes at the thought.

“You got a twitch? Your eyes keep wiggling around.” He laughs again when Sloane glares at him. “Maybe that’s just a me thing too. Those are some amazing eyes though,” He says leaning in towards her face. “What color are those, anyways? Blue?”

She had been staring back into his blue eyes as he was leaning forward and when she notices how close they are she looks away quickly.

“I can’t figure you out. You’re the first girl that’s ever been disgusted with me before sex. You don’t get flustered when you talk to me, and you don’t try to get my attention.”

“It’s not a game. I just don’t like you.”

“You don’t know me.”

Her frown involuntarily smooths and she sighs. “You’re right. I don’t know you, but I know guys like you. I don’t like being a foregone conclusion for the sole reason of having a vagina.” She stares out across the beach looking around and notices a fire has been started. She snaps back to JJ when she hears a choking noise from his direction.

His eyes wide and quivering with howling laughter. “Oh my God! You’re killing me! That’s it. We have to be friends. I won’t take no for an answer.”

“Fine, we can be friends, but I'm not sleeping with you.”

“Yeah, yeah I get it Sloane. Just friends.” JJ says with a genuine smile.

For the first time she’s known JJ, she softens and returns his smile. “Phantom!” Some guy yells as he passes the two of them.

“Did that guy just call you phantom?” Sloane asks JJ.

“Yeah its a dumb nickname and its not important.” He shrugs and points to where John B stands with a girl with blonde hair. “That’s Sarah. Come on and I’ll introduce you.”

As they walk towards the couple Sloane notices how comfortable they are with each other. They are both talking to other people as they’re standing together and every now and then one of them touches the other. Sarah grabbing John B’s arm or hand and John B putting his hand on the small of her back periodically. The familiarity of it makes Sloane smile.

“Sarah!” JJ shouts enthusiastically and brings the girl into a hug.

“Hi JJ.” She says with a silvery voice.

“This is Sloane. She is Kiara’s new roommate and is attending UNC.” He gestures to Sloane who is standing there smiling. “This is Sarah.” He then gestures to Sarah looking at Sloane.

“Nice to meet you.” Sloane says, sticking her hand out for a handshake.

“Nice to meet you.” Sarah returns and sticks her hand out. “I see you’ve met JJ.” She teases with a knowing look.

“Alright. I introduced you to Sarah, so my good deeds are done for the night. I am headed off to mingle. Goodnight ladies.” He says and darts off towards a group of girls.

“So what’s your major?” Sarah asks.

“Nursing. You?”

“Business. My dad kind of insisted. He wants me to take over the family business someday.” Sarah explains. “I didn’t mean to run JJ off, by the way.” She notices Sloane looking at him across the beach.

“Oh no it’s fine. I was looking for Kiara.” Sloane lies. “Speaking of JJ, Some guy walked by and called him Phantom. What’s that about?”

“He’s still doing that?” Sarah snaps looking at John B. He puts his hands up in a form of surrender and looks at Sarah innocently. “I guess he is. Look Sarah, we need the money. Paying to live at The Chateau isn’t cheap.”

They both turn back to Sloane who has a confused expression still on her face. “JJ has been fighting in a secret fight ring for a few months to make some extra cash.” John B explains. Her line of sight drifts back to where the blonde boy is standing on the beach. “The guy who sets up the fights came up with the name the first night JJ fought and it stuck. He hates the nickname though- reminds him of his dad.”

Sloane wants to press for more information, but can tell the subject of the conversation has turned too personal so she lets it go. She sees JJ standing talking to a man with dark hair now off to the side of the group of girls. She sees no less than 5 girls repositioning their shirts to show off their boobs more or hiking their skirts up to show off their ass and she scoffs.

Kiara approaches the three of them standing there with a worried look on her face. “Why the hell is he talking to Barry again?”

“He’s apparently still fighting. Fuss at John B- He knew.” Sarah says cooly.

Kie glares at him. “John B! You said you would tell him to stop!”

“Hey! I said I would ask him to stop; I never said he would.” All four are now watching JJ as he shakes hands with Barry. “They shook hands; he’s got a fight. You know he’s gonna want us to go watch.” John B says to the girls.

“He’ll be lucky if I don’t beat his ass myself.” Kie seethes.

JJ strolls over to the group with a wide smile. “Tomorrow at midnight. UNC biology building basement I have a fight.”

“JJ what the hell did we talk about!” Kie yells.

“Mama’s mad.” He fake pouts. “Come on Kie. You know I’m good. I don’t know why you worry so much about me fighting. We need the cash. Do you want us to lose The Chateau?” He pleads with Kie taking her hands in his.

“No,” She breathes out. His wide smile appears as easily as it went away moments ago to produce the fake pout he put on to coerce Kiara. “You all have to come tomorrow night to the fight. It’s going to be a big one. That means you too Sloane.”

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His Good Sweater: Chapter 12

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Winding down from the frenzy of the last chapter... Thanks to @acollectionofficsandshit for being my bestie and beta reading! This would have never happened without her ❤

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“Mon amour, wake up.”

Pierre’s sleep-heavy voice rouses you from the best sleep you’d had in a long time. You’d fallen asleep to the sounds of his even breathing under the soothing touch of his thumb tracing patterns on your side.

You crack your eyes open to see him silhouetted by the white light of the waning moon, his bare chest left uncovered by the blanket slung low over his hips. The sight alone has your mind instantly jumping into overdrive, fighting the need to sleep with the need to continue ogling the bare skin a foot from your face.

“I let you sleep as long as I could,” he says softly, reaching behind him for his phone. “We have to be on the M1 in about half an hour.”

“Mmmph,” you groan, snuggling back under the blanket and closer to him, chasing the warmth radiating from him. “The sun isn’t even out.”

His chuckle shakes the bed. “I figured you would say that which is why I made you breakfast and picked out your clothes. All you have to do is brush your teeth and get dressed.”

You hum appreciatively and press a kiss to his bare sternum. “Is this how you’re going out today? Because I won’t complain but you might cause a few heart attacks.” A kiss to your temple is a small reward for your comment, as well as a concession.

"Don't worry, this is reserved only for you." He stretches an arm above his head, grinning when your eyes immediately are drawn to the way the muscles ripple and pull under his skin. You stare shamelessly as he flexes a little for your benefit, the action going straight to your head.

"As it should be." You bite your lip and let your fingertips dance over his chest, memorizing the way it rises and falls so predictably with each deep breath. Against your better judgement you trail kisses up over his pectoral and spot them along his shoulder, dragging another light chuckle from him.

"My love," he warns, voice tinted with mischief, "we don't have time."

"Oh I think we do." You continue your path over his collarbone and to the hollow of his throat. Taking advantage of his biggest weakness, you flick your tongue over his prominent adam’s apple. The move has his hand engulfing your upper arm, giving you a warning squeeze.

"As wonderful as this is" -he sucks in a sharp breath when your teeth graze his neck- "if I'm late Horner will kill me."

"What's new?" You say, but draw back. The mere mention of his name made you see red and shattered the moment. "Do you really want to go back to Red Bull after how they treated you?"

"No," he admits, slipping an arm around you and tugging you up and into a sitting position, taking advantage of the momentary lapse of lust. "But if I want a shot with a top team when my contract is up, I don’t have much choice."

"Where do you see yourself going?"

Pierre studies you as you slip into the clothes he had selected for you. Nothing fancy, just an AlphaTauri branded navy and white hoodie and some light wash jeans. You don't miss the way his lips twitch upward when you notice it's his hoodie, his last name embroidered in block font on the cuff a dead giveaway even if the hoodie hadn't been ridiculously oversized on you.

Cheeky bastard.

"I think I would look good in sunshine yellow," he remarks. You make a show of looking him up and down under the pretense of imagining him in a Renault branded hoodie or their signature black race suit. Truthfully it was just another excuse to drink him in like the fine wine he was and recall how he had tasted on your tongue last night.

He would look good in any color on the grid but you don't grant him the satisfaction of pointing that out. Instead, you lean forward to toy with the waistband of the jeans he had hastily buttoned seconds earlier. "You and Daniel get along just fine." You snag him by the belt loops and yank him forward back onto the bed. "I think you should go to McLaren.”

“I’d still look good in orange.”

You wind your fingers under his waistband. “I think you’d look best wearing nothing at all, actually.”

“The time,” Pierre protests lightly when you pop open the button and undo the zipper. He groans when you yank the denim down around his thighs, finally submitting to your touch and lacing his fingers in your hair. Your lips explore the planes of his abdomen, any and all thoughts of speed abandoned on your end. "If you don't hurry up we're gonna be late."

"Maybe you'll just have to drive fast. I hear you’re good at that."

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"So how is it that they got your car all the way to London?"

"It's got its own private jet."

You roll your eyes and smack the hand resting on your thigh. His response is a light squeeze and a chuckle before he continues, "They've got a few spares they keep around for when drivers come to town. I can't be seen in a Mini or it would cause a scandal."

"Oh yes it would be quite tragic." His hand charts a dangerous path along your thigh. He knows exactly what he's doing as he slots a thumb between your legs and presses it tight to the apex of your thighs.

You snap your knees shut, effectively trapping his hand "Now you're just being cruel."

"Only dishing out what you did this morning," he points out and wiggles his hand free to rest on your knee instead. The message was clear: he had shaken you well enough for his liking and was perfectly content to leave you frustrated until he could get you home.

“So catch me up on what I’ve missed,” you say, determined to distract yourself from Pierre’s slight teasing. “What’s new in the life of the rising star in Formula 1?”

“Rising star,” Pierre mumbles and rolls his eyes. “Not yet, my love. Getting there, but not yet.”

“Please, you’re too modest. Last night when you fell asleep- you were out like a light as soon as your head hit the pillow, don't give me that look!” Pierre picks his jaw up off the floor and shakes his head as you continue, “I read plenty of articles that called you the next big thing, right up there with Max.”

The comparison didn't seem to sit right with him. He shifts in his seat, rolling words over on his tongue. “I’m sure you’re caught up then. I haven’t done anything really besides train and race.”

“I did notice you’ve beefed up a bit.”

“Yet another reason to thank Pyry.”

“At this point I should send him a fruit basket for his trouble.”

“Maybe you should.” Pierre grins, hand leaving your thigh for a split second to upshift. “What about you? How’s year four treating you?”

“Ugh, don’t get me started,” you groan. “My senior project is already killing me and I’ve only just started it. We have to design a building from the ground up- I mean I like architecture but I’m trying to be an engineer, not an architect. I dunno why I have to be the one to design a building! At this point it’s just a brick box.”

“Sounds challenging,” Pierre notes, flooring it when he merges onto the highway. Though the speed makes your stomach flip, you don’t miss a beat.

“My team doesn’t do much either, I’ve been doing most of it. I could rant for hours about it.”

Pierre glances at the clock, then back to you. The blue of his eyes is blocked by his signature purple tinted sunglasses, shielding them from the rising sun that casts him in a warm orange glow. “Humor me. We’ve got time.”

The hour and a half drive was by no means dull with Pierre's teasing touches and endless string of questioning along the way. He asked after every aspect of your life that had transpired in the last four months, only stopping you once in a while to interject with an opinion or anecdote. He didn't stop at your life either, even asking after Ben's relationship. You'd been happy to report that he had indeed wooed his crush and had officially asked him to be his boyfriend.

"Those secret French lessons paid off," Pierre jokes as he pulls up to the imposing glass fronted building that served as Red Bull Racing's headquarters. The sweeping curve of the entrance was flanked on either side by two-story red and yellow bulls; proof that the team's dramatics extended far past the track. Anyone approaching for the first time would have been intimidated by the sheer size of them that suggested they were ready to stomp on their competition at a moment’s notice.

“Guess it’s time.” You sigh and undo your seatbelt and fiddle with the buckle, doing your best to stall. There was no reason to be this nervous. You were no one to these people; the focus would be entirely on Pierre. You would be an afterthought, not that you minded because it made it easier to fade into the background.

Pierre picks up on your hesitation in a heartbeat. “I’ll keep them off your back,” he promises and you nod, the single sentence taking the edge off. “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.” You reach for the door handle but Pierre tsks and you pause.

"You know better." You bite your lip to keep back the grin fighting its way to the surface as he comes around to open your door. He offers you his hand and you gladly take it and are pleasantly surprised when he threads his fingers through yours and heads for the entrance.

The atrium serving as the lobby is breathtakingly gorgeous. You had to hand it to the interior designer; they knew what they were doing. Sleek white marble floors are accented by red and yellow leather chairs scattered in small groups throughout the grand space. A tiered circular modern interpretation of a chandelier hangs above to offer guidance to the accountants, engineers and artists that weave through the lobby on their way to their respective wings or offices.

A waist high, glass front cabinet of drivers helmets serves as the reception desk. The unmistakable scent of a fresh cup of coffee hits you as you approach and the secretary hands a steaming paper cup to someone before they scurry off, presumably to a private office if they were important enough to warrant special attention. The first rays of morning sunlight glint off the silver Red Bull logo inlaid in the black marble behind the woman at the counter, making you squint.

"Bonjour Monsieur Gasly," she says in perfect French. "Ça va?"

"Bien," he says simply and switches to English for your benefit. "Has Christian come through yet?"

"He has," the woman says, glancing sidelong at you. Whatever conclusions she draws about you are insignificant enough that she writes you off immediately, angling her body towards Pierre and resting her chin in her hand. The posturing puts her ample chest on display, nearly spilling out of her billowing blouse, but Pierre's eyes don't wander. "He's not expecting you yet. Voulez-vous un cafe?"

"I'm good." The woman may have been determined to alienate you but Pierre was having none of it. Pierre turns to you, a grin playing on his face. This was your first test as an official couple and he intended to see how you handled it. "How about you, my love? Coffee?"

The woman's eyes slip to where your hand remains clasped in his. She cocks her head so slightly you think you might be imagining it until Pierre's grip tightens, a silent encouragement. Your confidence soars. If this was how Daniel's girlfriend felt when the two of them were out, you finally understood why they didn't hide. It was a rush knowing that everyone wanted Pierre but he only wanted you. No matter how blatantly women threw themselves at him, there was no doubt in your mind that he would never give a single one of them the light of day.

It was about damn time you afforded him the same unwavering commitment as he had shown you.

"No thank you," you reply sweetly with a mocking smile directed to the woman. You lean in and drop your voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "You might want to fix your shirt though, it’s… slipped. I know I'd hate for that to happen to me and no one tell me, especially at work. I don't think I'd ever recover from it."

Her face immediately turns scarlet as she stands straight and folds her arms over her chest. "If I were you-"

"Let Horner know I'm here," Pierre interrupts and it's somehow the hottest thing he's ever said. His purely commanding tone leaves no room for argument.

"Of course," she replies with a sharp smile in your direction that makes your spine stiffen. "Good luck. Christian is in rare form this morning."

"Just ignore it," Pierre murmurs and sweeps his thumb over the back of your hand as he leads you across the cold marble and down a carpeted hall. "You handled that well.”

“I may have gotten a few pointers from Daniel’s lover.” Your soft smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes. The short interaction had sapped most of your confidence, leaving you on uneven footing. “I would rather not have to deal with that again soon though.”

“I can handle the women easy enough when I know I’ve got you to come home to.”

The tightness in your chest eases further when the hall opens into another startlingly white space, this time packed with rows and rows of navy cubicles. But that's not where your attention is drawn- instead, your gaze is immediately snagged by the case of trophies towering high along the back wall. Cups of every shape and size shine within, each one representing a different podium for the team achieved in various years and tracks.

"There must be over a hundred," you breathe, mesmerized by the glinting silver and intricate craftsmanship. The case was easily thirty feet tall and you had to crane your neck to catch a glimpse of the ones in the top row. Each one told a story of blood, sweat and tears, each one earned by a driver who had made countless sacrifices to be where they were and finish on a podium.

"A hundred and eighty five to be exact," he counters, laughing at your amusement. "Your inner architect is screaming isn't it?"

"Only a little."

Pierre laughs outright at your white lie and tugs you along. "You can stare on the way out. I'll even show you which ones were Max's."

"Did you memorize what all his trophies look like?"

"Hey, meetings with engineers get boring. It's one of the more interesting ways to occupy your time when they are going on and on about fluid mechanics and thermodynamics- you know, stuff you understand but not me."

"Oh whatever, you enjoy those meetings and you know it."

"Only a little," he quotes.

People recognize him as you pass and some nod or give a simple greeting as they go about their morning but no one stops him to chat. The air feels a bit hostile, like no one knows what to do with him now that he's walking through the building after a nearly two year absence.

"Do you miss it?" You ask after he smiles at someone for the millionth time.

"I miss the team," he admits, "but not the management culture. My team was great- they supported me any way they could but it didn't help that Horner didn't exactly encourage them to believe in me. It's hard to crank out results when there's no one on your side."

"I'm on your side," you point out, nudging him with your hip. "You've got me forever, no takesies backsies."

"I'm grateful for it," he murmurs and gives your hand a squeeze. He hadn't let go once; not when he had to open a door or the two of you had to walk single file to let people pass.

The building was a labyrinth and if it wasn't for Pierre you'd have been lost the moment you set foot inside. He navigates the twisting halls with ease, having no need for the countless signs posted along the way.

He leads you up a set of steel stairs after what seems like ages. When he knocks on a heavy oak door, his grip on your hand turns possessive like he suspects the office’s occupant would try to rip you away from him.

“Morning.”

God, even the one word makes rage simmer in your veins. The voice precedes the man and Christian Horner swings open the door, a plastic smile splitting his face. He doesn't bother acknowledging you with a greeting, instead addressing his driver directly.

“I wasn’t expecting you to bring a guest.”

“A pretty face was needed around here,” Pierre snaps back without missing a beat. You bristle, free hand curling into a fist. If there was one person you didn’t mind teaching a lesson to, it was Horner. He had little respect for anyone he viewed as disposable- up to and including “underperforming” drivers.

Christian raises an eyebrow. “Sure. She can wait out here- you and I have terms to discuss.”

Fine, Horner wanted to play dirty? So could you. When it came to staring him down, you became fearless. He was the one person you refused to let intimidate you.

Drawing on your newly minted confidence you smile up at Pierre and silence the protest forming on his tongue with a grin. “Gimme a kiss, race winner.”

Pierre doesn’t hesitate to press his lips to yours. Cupping a hand to the back of his neck you draw him in and nip at his lower lip. The hand on your hip tightens at Christian's scoff but Pierre makes no move to break away. You linger a moment longer than necessary to drive your point home: you didn’t care what Horner had to say about you, you were here to stay and he would have to get used to it.

Pierre gives you a small, blissed out smile before dropping your hand and following Horner inside. The door clicks but doesn't shut all the way, Pierre leaving it cracked for your benefit.

Uninterested in eavesdropping on small talk, you lean on the metal railing to observe the research and development garage coming to life on the floor below. Hybrid engines in various stages of disassembly dot the space, small teams of mechanics and engineers tweaking components to reduce weight or increase horsepower. Pistons and valves are scrutinized and exchanged before being placed under stress to test their strength.

An FIA official in a red jacket wove through the garage to observe and jot notes down on a clipboard. He looks over the shoulder of an engineer pouring over formulas on a whiteboard, startling him when the official asks a question. Someone calls your name from below and you search for the origin, finally spotting the woman and waving back at her.

Management may have their qualms with Pierre but it was clear there were still some within the team that had his back. They were likely the same ones that knew he would have to leave the Red Bull umbrella to find any semblance of success. They may not have possessed the guts to stick their necks out for him when Horner had cut him but they were at least happy to see him back around headquarters.

"You sure you'll rise to the challenge?" Horner's question drags you back to the mezzanine.

"I'll take seventh. I'm only a few points away and we have plenty of races left."

He had five races to catch up to be exact. Pierre currently was comfortably ahead of the pack in ninth, Sainz was only three points ahead in eighth, and Norris ten points beyond in seventh. It would only take a DNF or two from his rivals and a few podiums to pass them up.

"Right," Horner starts. "There's a reason you've done so well this season and it's not luck. You've been racing exceptionally well and I don't want that to change."

"If there's something on your mind just get on with it." Pierre's voice is calm and collected in a way yours wouldn't be if you had been in his shoes. You've been dying to rip into Horner since the day he wrote Pierre off.

"There's been a fire in you the past few months since she has been gone-"

"Leave her out of this."

The tone sends a chill down your spine. It maintains the same level headedness that Pierre had perfected over the years and you had come to expect when he was backed against a wall, but it was laced with an unspoken threat. The intent was clear: he would walk out and abandon his chance for a seat at Red Bull if it meant protecting you.

You creep to the door to peer through the crack. Horner crosses his arms, a sly smile on his face. "You would sacrifice your chance at a championship winning seat for her? Everything you've worked so hard for, gone in a flash, because of her?"

"Without question," Pierre answers immediately. The conviction and commitment behind it nearly makes you stumble. "I'm sure there's plenty of other teams that would love to have me after the season I've had. She’s not going anywhere, so either you stop disrespecting her or I walk out."

You clench your fists, ready to burst in and demand Pierre stop being a fucking idiot. His long term plan saw him at another top team that would take care of him and nurture his skill- a long stint at Red Bull Racing was never in the cards. It wasn't an environment for everyone. Some people like Max thrived in it, letting the toxicity roll off their backs but for Pierre it was a cruel form of punishment. However, a seat at Red Bull for the 2022 season could mean the difference between an offer from Alpine and an offer from Haas when his contract was up for renewal.

The idea of seeing his number stickered to the floor in a Red Bull garage excites and intimidates you. Last time he hadn't been given the chance to prove himself. Would they still hold that against him? Knowing Christian, he probably would. On the other hand, it meant that they admitted their mistake in cutting him mid-season, whether they said it outright or not.

Pierre's redemption day was on the horizon and you couldn't wait to see the look on Horner's face when he finally won. And the longer Christian stays silent, the more potent the urge to throttle him grows.

Christian gives a slow clap. "Now there's the unwavering commitment that was missing during round one."

Your heart hammers in the dead silence as papers are shuffled. "Here's the contract. Terms are as discussed, you secure seventh in the world championship in 2021 and the second seat at Red Bull Racing is yours for the entire calendar in 2022. No demotions, substitutions, or shuffling of drivers unless medically necessary or mutually agreed upon by all affected parties."

"And the same spec car as the number one seat," Pierre insists, spine straight. "Same strategy."

Christian waves a hand. "Yes, that's in there too. Feel free to take a moment and read it over."

He does, allowing Christian time to pour a knuckle of whiskey and set the glass before Pierre. He pours himself an identical glass and waits until Pierre signs and initials all the boxes before raising it in acknowledgement.

"Congratulations. Welcome back to Red Bull- conditionally."

Pierre leaves the glass untouched and remains silent, staring his potential future team principal down. He gives the man no margin to question his abilities further, conveying all he needs to with a look that would have had you shaking at the knees. Even if you can't see his face, wrath radiates from him in waves and you wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of it when it explodes.

"Right then." Christian lowers the glass, his fake smile vanishing. "I look forward to seeing what you can do."

"Don't worry. I'll deliver."

You step back and allow him to set the mood as he exits the office and slams the door behind him. Pierre sighs and scrubs a hand over his face. "You heard all of that right?"

You nod. "You wouldn't have really walked out, right?"

"I almost did."

He says it like it's the most obvious thing in the world. Like you should know that he would choose you over all of this, that all of his dreams and everything he had sacrificed to achieve them thus far meant less to him than you did. How many times did he have to prove his unwavering commitment before you realized it was true?

Pierre laces his fingers through yours, the heat welcomed by your ice cold skin. It was as much a comfort to you as it was to him. "I just have to grab some things from Max's office and then we can head out."

His jaw is still set after his stand off with Christian and you want nothing more than to ease his mind. Publicly comforting him with a touch to his chest or a kiss to his neck was out of the question so you settle on temporary distraction.

"Hey, you know what I want to see?"

"What's that?"

"That room full of all the old chassis. You know, the one that they hold all the fancy virtual events in? I wanna see those."

"I think I should be able to get you back there." He veers down a hall and you yelp, pulled along by his momentum. His attitude brightens a little at your laugh. The grin he throws your way is your own personal sun, warming your soul.

"Hey- hold on." You pull him to a stop and lead him into an alcove. The inch of space between your chests is charged with electricity, begging to jump from one to the other.

"Can I help you?" He asks and grins down at you.

"No," you say nonchalantly. "Just wanted to be selfish for a second."

You rise up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. He melts into you, one hand coming up to cup your jaw while the other finds the small of your back. You side your tongue over his lower lip and he presses you against the door leading to who knew where and opens his mouth to you. You sigh into the kiss, arms winding around his neck and losing yourself in him.

Now that you had gotten over your anxiety, everything was so much easier. You know there's press roaming about the building and any number of them could pass by at any moment but you genuinely couldn't care less. Let them talk; you were over caring what anyone thought or said.

All that mattered was the man beneath your fingertips. You would endure a lifetime of insults if he was the one to soothe the wounds afterwards. As long as you both were happy, no one could come between you ever again.

Pierre pulls away when someone passes by and coughs quietly. "You're trouble," he murmurs, leaving an arm propped next to your head and effectively caging you in.

"And you're dangerous," you tease, tugging on his hair and exposing his throat enough to nip at it once. "Together we're the perfect pair."

He groans and leans away. "Keep that up and I might have to stay in London an extra week."

You slip out of his grasp and give him an unrestrained grin. "Don't threaten me with a good time." You spin on your heel and set off down the hall, swaying your hips a little more than necessary.

"You know where you're going?" He calls after you.

"Someone will point me in the right direction, I'm sure."

"Someone like me." He catches up to you and once again takes your hand in his. He was enjoying showing you off almost as much as you enjoyed hanging on him.

"Maybe we should head right to Max's office and hurry home, huh?"

"Maybe-"

"Pierre, there you are."

You both turn to a woman hustling up the hall after you. She’s slight and her brown curls bounce as she jogs to where the two of you pause at a bend. You glance up to Pierre to see if he's just as confused as you are.

"Hey Mary," he says cheerily. "How are you? Sorry I didn't check in with you when I got here."

"Oh it's fine- why aren't you in the Alpha samples I sent?” The woman props a fist on her hip and tips her head to the side. “I think I got your size right now that I’ve laid eyes on you. I was hoping for a shoot today since you've finally come by."

It takes you a moment to register that she's addressing you. You shoot Pierre a look and he offers you a tentative, closed off smile. "Um, what Alpha gear?"

The woman's chocolate brown eyes go wide. "The ones I've been sending to Pierre. Hoodies, dresses, jackets. All the stuff from the new line. They have been sending the samples to you, right?"

"Um, yeah I've gotten them," Pierre says, rubbing his neck. "I haven't given them to her though."

"Oh, I see!” Pink tinges Mary’s cheeks. “I must have missed a memo. I just thought that you'd want to do a shoot with her today, since we already had a quick one planned for you. After all, you talk about her all the time."

"He does?"

Mary nods. "Oh yes, we've all heard plenty about you. You're lucky to have someone so enamored with you. I just dropped off some more samples in Max's office as a little thank you for letting us steal him so often-"

"Okay, thank you Mary," Pierre says abruptly. "I'll get back to you on that."

Pierre steers you away and down the hall. "What was she talking about? Why would they want me to come by for a photo shoot?"

Pierre runs a hand through his hair and pauses outside Max's office. The Dutchman must have been away because Pierre pulls out his key and fits it in the lock. "I just- come on."

He waves you inside and you obey, letting him close the door and grant you some semblance of privacy before continuing.

"I never formally told anyone that we broke up. Most people came to their own conclusions once they didn't see you around for a while. Some people didn't get the message. Obviously Mary was one of them. I would still talk about you, I couldn't help myself. There was one shoot where Yuki and I were together and he mentioned off hand that you'd be a good brand ambassador. I tried to explain that it wouldn't work but Mary wouldn't hear it and she just kept sending me more and more samples.”

You draw a breath and interrupt his rambling. “But where-”

"I had it all in a box in my office but I struggled to concentrate with a reminder of you hanging over my head. I sent it over here to Max and that's where it's sat ever since. I used the excuse that Max was in town more often than I was and no one read too far into it."

"Why didn't you tell me?" You whisper. "I would've taken them. I'm sure you got an earful from Mary."

"Would you have?” Pierre pauses, your silence in the face of his frustration speaking volumes. “I waited four months to hear from you. Tell me that sending you thousands of dollars in unreleased merch wouldn't have made you even more hesitant to come back to me."

Not knowing what else to say, you let your gaze fall to the carpet. Sending you expensive things would have felt something like a bribe, like he was trying to influence you with fancy clothes.

Pierre shakes his head. “It doesn’t matter, it’s in the past now. We can take it home today and you can wear it when I take you for dinner and Alpha will get the press they’re after. Everyone will be happy.”

He wasn’t happy. That much was plain to see. He hadn’t been able to stomach seeing something intended for you, even that minute of a reminder had been too much for him to bear. God, you had thoroughly wrecked him. You were lucky that there were still enough pieces of him left to heal.

“I didn’t realize you were hurting so bad,” you say, voice barely above a whisper as you cross the cramped space to him, stepping over piles of strewn paperwork carefully so as to not disturb whatever random order they were placed in. You don’t dare reach out to touch him as his shoulders slump, any and all forward momentum he’d gathered suddenly sapped.

“It’s one of the worst things I’ve ever gone through.”

Unable to let him suffer alone with his thoughts, you wrap your arms around his middle and let your cheek rest between his shoulders. “I didn’t mean to alienate you. I was waiting for you, too.”

“You needed space and I gave it to you.” His hand rests on your arm with a gentleness you’ve come to expect when he lays himself bare like this. “There were so many times I almost gave in to the impulse and just messaged you but I made myself wait. I didn’t want to rush it and make things worse. You always need time to think things through- I knew you would come around eventually. It didn’t make it any easier though.”

You rub soothing circles on his side as you blink back the tears that spring to your eyes. “I’m sorry I put you through that. I’m sorry I took so long and I’m sorry I made you wait. It had to have been torture-”

He turns in your embrace and cups your chin, forcing you to look up at him. The pad of his thumb sweeps across your cheek, the metal of the ring on his middle finger biting into your flushed skin. “It’s alright. You had a lot to sort through and I had to respect that.”

“We lost so much time-”

“Hey,” he says softly, ducking his head to meet your eyes. “We’re together now. If there’s one thing I’m sure of it’s that you can’t let missed opportunities control you or else you’ll never be happy.”

You nod, swiping your sleeve under your eyes. “What did they send?” you ask, nodding towards the box overflowing with tan and navy threads.

“Pull up a chair,” Pierre suggests, “there’s a lot.”

You roll over Max’s desk chair and tug on Pierre’s arm. Once he gets the picture and sits, you settle in his lap. He winds an arm around your middle, the close contact already soothing your frazzled nerves.

“That better?” he murmurs.

“Much better.”

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