I didnât know j.f x r
plot: you like Jessie but she thinks your straight
warnings: themes of cheating (Jessie could never actually do the act) , alcohol
You had officially given up.
How could you have let your originally small and little crush get so big.
Your teammate was clogging up your brain for the last month, every thing she said or did just drove you absolutely crazy.
You never date, you usually didnât have time for girls so the team never saw you date or come home with a gal on your arm, you were always so scared they would run away because of your career but Jessie had the same career it was different.
You flirted with her aimlessly and you would catch her blushing and heard her fumble on her words, you just hoped that she could pick up the hint and ask you out or something.
But she never did.
So you never had the confidence to do it yourself, but you shouldâve.
Cause here she was now, introducing her new girlfriend to the team on a night out.
âThis is Annabelleâ she introduced the two of you and you fake smiled ânice to meet you Annabelle, you look very niceâ
She did in fact look very nice⊠you hated it.
When the couple walked away you beelined to the toilet, ignoring the way Jessie looked over to you in concern.
Niamh shook her head at her friendâs obliviousness âshe was talking about how before she really needed to peeâ she explained lied to Jessie who slowly nodded.
You paced around the toilet, swearing profanities to yourself to be happy for the girl, you never had her and she wasnât yours, you have no right to feel jealous.
But you did.
The green little monster was taking full control of you , and it did as soon as Jessie and blondie walked in.
God you couldnât even go five minutes without already finding a way to be petty with the girl you didnât even know.
She could be really nice.
You didnât want to get to know her, you didnât want to see if she was nice, you didnât want Jessie to be happy with her.
Because you would be so much better.
You just had to get your mind off of it, off of her.
You downed the rest of your drink and walked out straight to the bar to get a new one and an extra shot which you downed as soon as you got it.
Sam, your national teammate and one of the only girls to know about your crush on the Canadian clapped your back as she came to your side.
âYou good?â She asked and you raised your brows âI shouldnât be feeling like thisâ you groaned, the vodka burning your throat.
Sam shrugged âI mean this relationship is still new I mean you could still go up to her-â ânoâ you declared and Sam shrugged âwouldnât hurtâ
âExcept it would hurt, I have made it extremely obvious I like her and if she hasnât made a move yet then it means she doesnât want toâ you explained, anger running through your veins at realising how stupid you were to think that it could be different.
Your conversation was interrupted by Jessie and her girlfriend not long after when they went up to get a drink, you had just ordered a second shot, Sam deciding to join you.
Jessie looked at you both weirdly, you werenât one to drink on a night out, she knew because usually she didnât and you would both laugh in the corner about everyone elseâs actions.
She remembers those times so well because she would blush so hard whenever you rested your hand on her thigh like or pressed your leg up to hers.
She just assumed you were being friendly.
You were always just being friendly in Jessieâs eyes.
Because in Jessieâs mind she thought you were straight. You had never talked about a girl or a guy in the changing rooms or gossiped about a one night stand with a girl like many of your teammates did.
She had seen one photo of you at a festival years ago when you were still playing in Australia kissing a boys cheek and she decided that you must be straight and he must of been an ex boyfriend of yours.
His name was Dion and he was your dance partner during performances, his boyfriend was the one who took the picture.
When you started flirting with Jessie she was a mess, she kept on reminding herself that you were straight and that you were just being friendly.
you werenât.
Niamh had tried to convince her friend to just ask you out anyway out of the chance that you werenât fully straight but Jessie couldnât, she didnât know if she could handle being rejected by you.
Jessie had decided that the only way she could stop herself from falling in love with you was to be with someone else.
therefor, Annabelle.
She was most scared of your reaction, your smile didnât reach your eyes like they usually do when you said hello and usually you never hold your bladder for too long, you always go as soon as you need to so it was weird for you to run off like that.
You were acting weird.
Jessie knew that but she didnât know why?
âAre you alright?â Jessie asked you as Annabelle ordered for both of them âpeachyâ you answered dry and she furrowed her brows âyou donât usually drink, especially shotsâ she said, slightly annoyed at your tone at her âwell neither do you but sheâs got two drinks in her hands and Iâm assuming sheâs not drinking twoâ you deadpan and Jessie looked nervously behind her to Annabelle who stood their awkwardly waiting for your conversation to end before they both left.
Sam lowered her head on your shoulder, âI donât want to suggest sleeping with a random stranger buuutttâ she dragged out and pointed to behind your shoulder âthat girl over there has been looking over at you every 10 seconds, even though you look like a depressed puppyâ
You rolled your eyes but looked behind you to see the girl, she was your type for sure and she was looking at you with a look in her eye which definitely were not saying ârelationshipâ.
This was exactly what you needed.
A distraction.
âalrightâ you told your captain who fake cheered, ignoring the stare a certain Canadian was giving you two as you got up and took another shot.
Annabelle was explaining a story of how her work shift went to her and Erin but Jessie couldnât take her eyes off of you.
Her back was laid against the bars pillar, drink in her hand as she watched you behind her girlfriendâs shoulder, she knew she was being a terrible girlfriend but she couldnât help it.
It was you.
But she never expected to see what you did next, after taking your shot you waved softly at someone behind the bar and you smiled, flirting⊠you were flirting with someone.
Jessieâs heart dropped but she quickly shook her head. You have every right to flirt with people, She was no longer in the picture being taken and it wasnât like she was in the picture anyway, single.
She almost dropped her drink when the person you were flirting with walked up to you.
They were tall, tatted on the arms and female.
FEMALE.
everything made sense now.
Jessies breath hitched as you stepped closer to the girl, the alcohol you had consumed taking over your body.
Jessie propped her empty glass on the table next to her and excused herself, anger bubbling through her.
Niamh who watched the whole ordeal from her seat next to her girlfriend who was entertained by the drama in front of her quickly walked up to her best friend.
âJessieâ she stopped her friend who tried to walk around her âJessieâ she said again in a stern tone which caused the Canadian to finally take her eyes off of you and the girl who were still talking.
âJessie, Annabelle is right behind youâ Niamh said âY/N isnât thinking straight sheâs drunkâ Jessie pointed at you âAnd so are youâ Niamh told her
âNiamh can you take Annabelle home, tell her some shitty excuse about us having a football thing, youâre the only sober personâ Jessie rambled and Niamhâs eyes widened.
âJessie think about what youâre going to doâ Niamh said but the Canadians eyes were angry and they were set on you.
âJust get her home safely, Iâll get an Uberâ. she said, pulling up her phone and ordering an Uber immediately.
Niamh sighed before walking over to Annabelle with a fake smile as Niamhâs girlfriend sent Jessie a pointed look, a faint smile on her lips as she watched the Canadians eyes soften on you.
Jessie waited for both Niamh and Annabelle to leave before making her way to you.
You were talking to the girl in front of you, she had her fingers running up and down your arms, it wasnât giving you goosebumps which annoyed you but you werenât planning on remembering this girls name in the morning.
You assumed she wrapped her arm around your waist but your body jolted and goose bumps erupted your whole body but you still felt warm, it wasnât until you felt a breath against your ear you realised it wasnât girl in front of you.
âHi babe, I think itâs time we leave yes?â Jessie asked from next to you but her eyes were glaring holes into the girl in front of you
âJessie?â You asked, shocked and you looked around for Annabelle who was nowhere to be seen, she squeezed your waist tighter âthatâs my nameâ she smiled at you before turning back to the girl
âWeâre gonna go, bye now!â
Jessie looked at her phone seeing that the Uber had arrived before grabbing your bag that was still on your seat and dragging you outside with her.
Your feeling of shock had faded away as anger flew in at the girl next to you.
âJessie what the fuck are you doing?!â
âYour drunk youâre not thinking properlyâ
âYouâre drunk too!â
âNot drunk enough to know Iâm making a mistakeâ she said before opening the door for you.
Youâre not even sure why you got in, your teammate sliding in next to you.
Jessie held her breath, looking outside the window every time you looked glared at her, scared if she looked at you she would do something she would regret.
You didnât say anything either, confusion clogging your brain, why had Jessie done that, why hadnât she got be home with Annabelle, why was she so shocked to see you with that girl, why did she pretend to be your girlfriend!
When the Uber stopped you didnât take Jessieâs hand and instead got out the other side of the car.
You stomped up the stairs to your house, Jessie quickly following behind youâI was completely fine back there Jessie why would you-â
âSo youâre not straight?â
The question through you off guard, turning around to the girl who stopped in her tracks âwhat?!â You yelled and the girl winced
âJust all this time I thought you were straight-â
âYou what?!â
âI thought you were being very friendly!â
âAnd now I know youâre not and I just- everything makes sense now! And I acted on my feelings and itâs just all crashing on me now!â She yelled back at you, your eyes still widened.
âHow the fuck did you think I was straight when I was flirting with you twenty four seven!â
âI thought you were being friendly!â
You widened your eyes at the girl who had her hands by her side, bewildered you threw head back âfuck me!â You yelled out of frustration.
âHow can you be so smart but so dumbâ you said softly as Jessie walked up to reach you at the front of your door âI donât knowâ she shrugged and you looked at your feet âwell surprise I have a crush on youâ you joked but crossed your head âbut you have a girlfriend nowâ
Jessie rolled her eyes âI only got a girlfriend so I could take my mind off of youâ
âThis is fuckedâ you muttered under your breath as Jessie did the same.
Jessie moved closer to you and grabbed your hands out of comfort, when you looked up the two of you were face to face.
âWhat do we do now?â You asked softly but Jessie wasnât looking you in the eyes, she was looking at your lips âJessieâ you muttered and she looked down at you, giving you the perfect view of her own lips which now you stared at.
âY/Nâ she muttered back before you looked her in the eye
âwe canâtâ you told her, stepping back âAnnabelleâ she said, declaring what you were thinking.
Jessie stepped back aswell âI have something I need to doâ she said, dropping your hands before walking back down to the Uber.
You were not surprised when a couple days later Jessie arrived at your front door with flowers, a DVD player and take-away.
âYou are such a loserâ.
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guys you dont get it i loterally need her so bad
I never post woso stuff on here but my goodness she's so beautiful
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I never post woso stuff on here but my goodness she's so beautiful
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jessie cryinf cuz the ball got kicked in her face bless her
WHAT
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ALWAYS yes to nika cmonnnnnn
thats my WIFEEEE
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niamh charles looking kinda yummy in the uwcl sf
shes always looking yummy!!
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dazn not even showing the match on ytđ
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yall ive got SUXH. a good nika prompt but for it to be fully fully captured it might need to have a teensy bit of smut in it what we saying
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1. this is INCREDIBLE, i cannot wait for this series
2. you're slowly convincing me to start writing for nika toođ€
You Always Go To The Parties
W.C. - 5.7 k
okay so this is the project i've been working on for a little, hope y'all like it:) (also listen to American Wedding by Frank Ocean while y'all read this.)
To clarify, this is a lionesses x r series too, but this is literally just the chapter of introduction so that we can get to know the characters.
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âDo I really have to go? I canât even drink legally here.â You groan, there was nothing stopping you from collecting your things and getting the hell out of that apartment in Boston, well except the manners instilled in you from an early age. There was nothing youâd like more than to crawl up in bed and sleep for the next few weeks.
No way Emma would let you do that.Â
The sophomore defender had been one of the only people that had come back to college early, having been asked to show you around the campus and the facilities. She had quickly taken you under her wing, which meant that she wouldnât let you sulk in bed the rest of August.
Brown cardboard boxes filled to the brim with different things, ranging from clothes to knick knacks, were stacked to the ceiling in the otherwise empty apartment. You didnât mind, clearly, but it bothered Em.
You tuck your hands behind your head, staring up at the ceiling from your mattress that was placed directly on the floor. Your button up had the first few buttons undone, the top of your chest displayed for Em to see, you had even put your fancy trousers on for the stupid party you didnât even want to attend.
âYes, you really have to. How else do you expect to make friends, your cute British accent will only get you that far, you actually need to put in some effort okay?â Rolling your eyes at her words, you were quickly made to get up off the makeshift bed, getting pushed towards the door.
âBut-âÂ
âNo buts, you are going because I need someone to drive me home when Iâm black out drunk tonight, you donât want me to drink and drive right?â You canât help but contemplate over her words, feeling the girlâs hand come down on your shoulder harshly.Â
Clearly she didnât like that.
âI mean you could just, I don't knowâŠnot drink?â She looks at you like sheâs disgusted youâd even think about saying something like that, like she has to drink.
âWow, it really is obvious your parents are rich.â You lock the door up as you look at her through the corner of your eye, a slightly judgemental look in your eyes.
Your parents were rich, but they didnât spoil you so you werenât one of those snobby rich kids, you were just like anyone else. Only you had access to more money than most.
âShut up.â Emma puts her hands up in the air, like sheâs surrendering to you, but you see the way sheâs smiling slyly at you. Note to self; donât get defensive when Em brings up your rich parents.
âYou know, I could use a new Gucci bag if you want to contact daddy dear.â She looks up at you pleadingly as you make your way to her car, there was no way youâd use your car, it was far too expensive to be left outside a frat house. You really had to get a more beat up one.
Maybe youâd sell it, and donate the money you got for it to charity.Â
âAw, weâre taking my car?â Em whines, clearly she wanted to take your cool car.
âAw, Iâm not leaving my really expensive car outside of a frat house for hours.â You roll your eyes at her almost like sheâs stupid, throwing her the keys so that she could drive, you didnât even know where it was you were going.
âYou know, you are really sassy for being a rich kid.â Em pulls out of the garage, the apartment complex you were living in was just off campus, so near that you walked there every day for pre-pre-season training (absolutely destroying Em every single time without fail).
âYeah well, I grew up in the public education system in London, so thatâs where I get it from.â You look on as the girl in the driverâs seat taps her fingers against the steering wheel, waiting for the red light to turn green.
âReally, I wouldâve thought that they had you in private school from the second you popped out.â The green light stands out against the quickly darkening sky, starless and rather bleak, but thatâs what you get for living in a big city.
âNope, they wanted me to have a normal childhood, so here I am.â You motion to yourself, feeling the bumps and dips of the road beneath you, damn potholes.
âI mean fair enough right.â A certain quietness envelops the space between the two of you, it wasnât uncomfortable, just present without any real purpose.
Your eyes slip shut, with Em turning the radio on, playing soft instrumental music like you werenât in the middle of Boston where most people prefer hip hop and bubblegum pop. That was probably the biggest culture shock you'd been given so far, the music.
At home it was different, in a neutral way. It was neither better nor was it worse, but it was simply different.
You sink into your seat, the cool air blasting across your skin in that refreshing way, the summerâs heat canceled out by the air coming from the car. Slowly, sleep starts to take over your body in that calming sort of way that youâd wished for earlier.
It had only felt like moments since youâd fallen asleep as Em shakes your shoulders to get you to wake up, the pulsing music coming from the frat house a walking distance away already making your ears hurt. You look around at the surrounding nature, it wasnât familiar to you, not the trees youâd found yourself memorizing nor the architecture present in Boston.
Even the people looked different, shirts with the printing of a dog on the front instead of the three books representing Harvard. Stupid of you to assume that Em would be rational for once.
âWhere are we Em?â You ask, voice riddled with a sleepy kind of innocence that suggested that not everything had registered yet.
âWe are in Connecticut, home of the huskies and what might be the best parties youâll ever experience.â Your eyes shoot open wide, a more than flabbergasted look on your face at her naĂŻve words.
âYou kidnapped me and then drove me all the way to Connecticut for a party we could just as well have found in Boston?!â You ask her incredulously, like you couldnât really believe her. And you couldnât.
âYeah, technically I did but youâll also get to experience the party of your lifetime, so I think that itâs fine.â She tries to justify her actions by trying to reason with you, and whilst it doesnât work in the way she wishes, Emmaâs just happy youâre not totally freaking out.
âCome on grumpy, letâs go. Who knows, you might even have some fun.â Em pulls you along towards the house spewing flashing lights in a hundred different colors.
You let your eyes adjust to the blinking lights as you enter through the open front door, seeing the entire bottom floor of the mansion-like house covered with hundreds of students, packed together tightly like a sweaty sardine can.
The house reeks of bad body wash, moldy pits and strong cheap alcohol, and in a sense of the word Em really did tell the truth, youâd never seen anything like it before. It was almost like those frat boys couldnât afford to buy deodorant.
If your arm wasnât as firmly attached to your body as it was, you were sure that Emma wouldâve torn it off by now, the resistance of the sweaty bodies pushing against your own as she leads you to the kitchen proving to be a difficult task for her weak arms.
Reaching the entrance of the large kitchen, the first thing you notice is that itâs not as tightly packed as the living room, only a few stragglers here and there with the stereotypical red solo cups can be found in every single personâs hand. Future alcoholists.
 âOkay, base rules since youâve never been to a college party before, donât take a drink from anyone you donât know, donât accept anyoneâs request to go upstairs or somewhere private, youâll most likely get robbed, donât be too snarky, people donât appreciate that and⊠I think thatâs all. Have a nice night!â And with that sheâs off to the living room, plucking a cup from a random manâs hand and taking a sip before leading him to the dance floor.
Yeah, base rules or whatever.
Standing alone in the kitchen, you suddenly feel so awkward. The only real parties youâd been to were the oneâs your friends threw when your parents were away on their stupidly long business trips, just the chaotic friend group drinking together.
So this, college parties, was something that was totally out of your comfort zone and youâd never hated anyone as much as you hated Em right at that moment.
Spotting a boy out of the corner of your eye, you approach him with confident, yet still relatively hesitant steps, a question at the tip of your tongue. He looks up at you when youâre close enough to smell the odor of old spice deodorant and way too much sweat, his hat turned backwards on his head to hide the greasy hair still somehow poking its way through.
You almost feel bad for the poor thing, well that is until his mouth opens and youâre staring into the hell that is a frat boyâs gob.Â
ââSup dude, what can I do for you?â His eyes run all along your body, from your ankles up to your face where he notices the annoyed expression.
âI was wondering if you had anything non alcoholic.â You smile staley, eyebrows furrowing together when his eyes light up like a kid on christmas. His laugh feels slightly insulting, especially when his hand comes up to point at you, but thereâs really not a lot you could do.
âDude totally, say the thing though.â You look at him confused, like you didnât know what he meant. Spoiler alert; you did. âYâknow bo'ohw'o'wo'er.âÂ
He laughs again when you roll your eyes, and even if all you desire is to punch his stupid face in, you still say the phrase. Was it worth it for a coke? Eh, debatable.
He opens the fridge and throws you the can and laughs once more at your dirty look.
Sipping the drink slowly as you make your way around the house, the UConn students around you stare unashamedly at you, like they knew your face from somewhere, but you werenât familiar per se.Â
Your face scrunches up at the metallic taste of the American coke, much preferring the Mexican one they had in the canteen. You couldnât complain too much though, you were the one who actually let yourself get dragged to the party.
Itâs sudden, the way her eyes catch yours. Deep pools of endearing brown that capture your entire soul in a single second. The girl was mesmerizing as she stood leaning against the wall across from you, her long brown hair falling so effortlessly down her back.
Her gaze is just focussed on you for a second or two, her attention soon being stolen by the man standing in front of her, a sleazy smirk on his face as his eyes ran all along her body. It was clear that she was uncomfortable purely by the way her lips were turned downwards and the way her hands fiddled with the hem of her crop top.
There seems to be a lull in their one sided conversation as she looks to you almost pleadingly, getting the hint almost immediately, you walk over with confident steps, dropping the now empty can on the floor on the way.
The man is almost as tall as you, his burly shoulders disproportionate to the rest of his awkward body, his meaty hands gripping the red cup tightly like he was afraid someone would steal it from him. His hooded eyes do a once over when he spots you nearing them, almost turning a green pale at the sight of you.
You donât understand why, there was no way you knew him and being recognised as Harvardâs newest addition would be unlikely. Especially in Connecticut.
âEverything alright here?â The girl seems startled by your accent, but she quickly schools her features so as to not show her surprise. Her hands wrap around your waist, and when you look down at her she looks back up at you with pleading eyes, asking you to just go along with it for the time being.
Your arm wraps around her shoulders and she leans into your body almost subconsciously, like youâve known each other for much longer than you have.
âYeah, everythingâs going good.â He says, not backing down despite having been nervous at your mere presence only seconds before.
âReally? Because from where I stood it looked like you were flirting with my girlfriend.â You donât even get the satisfaction of watching his gummy smile fade from his thin lips as he takes in your words, because he walks away from you before you can see it.
It makes you chuckle, especially since he walks up to another girl almost immediately, getting turned down in the same second.
âYou okay?â You question the girl in your arms, her hand still resting on your waist as you take her in. You can feel her hair against your arm, her nails digging into your skin ever so slightly and the rest of her body pressed so tightly against your own.
âYeah, he just wouldnât leave me alone, thank you for the help.â She smiles at you sweetly, her brown eyes shining under the flashing lights. You smile back at her softly, noticing the way her grip loosens, you quickly let up on your grip of her shoulders.
Her unsure steps catch your attention as she takes your hand in her soft one, just like Em had done earlier in the evening.
âWhere are you taking me?â You laugh through the sentence as she tries to pull you through the crowd of people, stumbling over her feet clumsily every so often.
âDo you like burgers?â She questions hastily, nearly having pulled you all the way to the front door already, she was a lot stronger than Em thatâs for sure.
"Doesn't everyone?â You smile goofily when she looks back at you, her eyes narrowed playfully when you send her a wink. Itâs only when youâre already out the door that you realize that Em is still in there, with people you don't know. Strangers.
You stop walking, the girlâs hand still in yours as she too stops, looking back at you confused.
âIâm sorry but my friend, Em, is still in there and I donât want to leave her alone with strangers.â Her eyes light up again and you look at her weirdly, not understanding why she looked so happy that you had to leave.
âEm Whitmore?â She giggles at the shocked look on your face, clearly you didnât know much about Em, the girl thinks to herself. You look at her suspiciously, how did she know Em?
âYeahâŠhowâd you know?â You ask her, still suspicious of her pretty intoxicated form. Her laugh carries all throughout the empty night, no one out and about except you and the mystery girl whoâs soft hand is still in yours.
âI know her brother, she comes to a lot of parties here, because she knows sheâll be safe.â The brunette starts pulling you along again and you let yourself follow her, no longer worried about your Harvard counterpart. Her brother wouldnât let anything bad happen to her.
By the time you reach the 50âs themed diner, youâve already walked for ten minutes, side by side with the dark haired girl. Youâre lucky that it wasnât too far away, the half stumbling girl beside you probably wouldnât have been able to walk that far without falling over.
The bell at the top of the door chimes when she pushes it open, the bored looking cashier perking up when he sees your companion. It was empty in the diner and you couldnât imagine that keeping it open for this long wasnât only for the drunk college students looking for a quick snack.
She drags you over to a booth in the corner, decorated in red and white stripes, a glass with straws standing in the middle of the table with a napkin holder beside it.
âWelcome to Donnaâs Diner, what can I get for you?â The boy from the counter comes up to the booth after youâve both settled, handing the two of you plastic menus. The dark haired girl smiles up at him, that fantastic glint in her eye once more.
âCome on now Alex, no need to be all professional.â You look up at him from where youâre sitting, his blonde hair curling around his ears, green eyes staring into yours kindly, thin fingers clasping the small notebook in his hands.
âAlex, this is my new friend, she knows Callumâs little sister, mystery friend, this is Alex and heâs in one of my classes.â You smile at him softly, sticking your hand out for him to shake, and he does take it in a confident grip, sending you a smile of his own.
âIâm Y/n.â Now the mystery girl looks up at you, finally a name attached to your face.
âNika, I already know what you want, but how about you?â He looks to you when he speaks, obviously you wouldnât know what to order, it being your first time there and all.
âIâll just have whatever sheâs having with a chocolate milkshake.â Alex disappears behind the counter again, your eyes following his retreating form. Looking away from the kitchen door, your eyes quickly meet the ones of the girl you now know as Nika.
One of her hands was tucked under her chin, keeping her head up in order to look at you. Relaxing into the cushions behind you, the small smile slowly taking over your face suddenly becomes full blown.
âWhat is it?â She giggles under her breath at your inquisitive look, and despite not knowing much more than her name, you already felt like she knew your soul inside and out.
âNothingâŠitâs just that this is the last place I wouldâve thought that you would bring me to.â The furrow in her brow is frankly quite adorable, her head turning to the side just in time to catch Alex walking out the kitchen with your food.Â
You see the way her eyes light up again, the platter of pure greasy goodness at the center of her attention right at that moment. All you could think about at that second was how thankful you were that the season hadnât started yet, because everything there broke every single diet you could think of.
Looking to the brunette, the laugh bubbling up from the pit of your stomach is almost one of wonder, because the beautiful girl had already managed to get through half the burger that was in front of her. It seemed like her intoxicated brain only was focussed on one thing, satiating her hunger.
It isnât long until you follow her lead, picking up the burger and just trying to get the most you could of it in your mouth. You canât help the groan that escapes you when the exquisite flavours hit your taste buds all at once, having to lean back into the cushions of the booth to be able to take it all in, closing your eyes fully to enhance the experience even further.
Itâs only when she laughs that you finally open your eyes again, only to see her looking right at you like you were made of glass, like she could read you like a book and then play you like a fiddle.
âI understand, I had the exact same reaction when I tried it.â She continues to giggle at you when you start to eat like a poor man starved. It was a funny sight to be fair, the way your fancy act completely disappears when in contact with amazing food.
âHowâd you even find this place?â You question her when youâve swallowed and wiped your mouth off with a napkin, you still had manners after all. She smiles at you, gesturing at your surroundings, at the tables and the booths, the chairs and the ketchup bottles, at everything.
âI was drunk after a party once in freshman year and I just stumbled across it.â You nod in response, completely understanding the randomness of how sheâd found the place. When youâre drunk, all you want is some greasy food.
âSo itâs a well guarded secret between the students then? I assume thereâs usually more people here at this time of night.â You take a sip of the milkshake when the last word has fallen from your lips, heat spreading across your face at the intense look youâre getting from the brunette in front of you.
Itâs probably just because sheâs drunk, you think quietly to yourself, almost trying to convince your mind that the stupidly attractive smile on her face was just one of momentary value, that it was only because it was late and you were tired that it affected you in the way it did.
âYeah, something like that.â She responds, a comfortable silence enveloping you two as you continue to eat.
The only thing that could be heard was the murmur of the fan across the room, the patting of the fingers of the boy, Alex, at the counter and the sound of shallow breathing. Well that was until her accented voice breaks it with a question.
âSo, howâd you manage to befriend the girl with the scariest brother ever?â Nika asks you, her fingers playing with the napkin sheâd taken only moments before. Her teeth capture her bottom lip softly as she looks at you tentatively, sheâs positively driving you nuts with her pure unfiltered beauty.
âWell, for starters we both play football for Harvard, but she was the first one there to greet me, to help me pack up the necessities and all that. She never did mention a brother though.â You relish in the way she looks at you, all flustered and sweet despite you not having done anything in particular. It was adorable. Pause.
She nods absentmindedly, opening her mouth to speak before closing it and then opening it again, resembling a fish out of water more than anything.
âWere you going to say something love?â You ask the now blushing girl, and she hides her face in her hands at the embarrassment, clearly having zoned out for a little while there.
Reaching over, you pat her shoulder comfortingly before you ask her your next question.
âHow about you? How do you know Emâs brother?â Nika reaches over the table to steal a few of your fries, laughing at the betrayed look on your face.
Maybe it was the drinks or maybe you were just funnier than youâd originally thought, either way the angelic sound of her laughing had graced your ears many times that evening. Not that you minded, you didnât even mind a little bit.
âHe plays basketball, I play basketball, and sometimes we train together.â You canât help the feeling taking over you, the burning feeling that makes you question everything youâd ever known about yourself. Just the thought of your friendâs brother getting to enjoy her company makes the feeling inside you that much worse.
 It seems like she sees the way your expression changes just that little bit before it goes back to normal.
âSo, youâre likeâŠclose?â You ask the basketball player timidly, rolling your eyes only seconds later when the brunette decides to take a sip of your milkshake.
âNo, not especially close. I mean, we talk when we have to at the shared training sessions, but not outside of it. But realistically though, who in the world of college sports doesnât know Callum Whitmore?â Looking at her cluelessly, you sarcastically shrug as if to say you, because you truly hadnât known a single thing about the man before she had told you.
By the third time Nika reaches for your fries, you decide to just push them towards her and let her have them, you werenât even hungry after the monster burger youâd just consumed. It wasnât at all just because she was too pretty not to get whatever she wanted. Pause.
âYou want to switch?â She gestures to your drinks, sheâd gotten a strawberry milkshake that she didnât seem to fancy all that much right at that moment. Sighing goodnaturedly, you give her a nod and allow her to take whatever was left of your shake, smiling softly as you sip absentmindedly at the pink shake sheâd given you.Â
Soon enough, the only thing that could be heard over the natural noise of the diner was the slight slurping every so often.
âI just got to go wash up, then Iâll walk you home, okay?â The brunette nods as she looks at you leaving, pulling out her phone to seemingly start to text someone not long after.
You walk up to Alex, whoâs still standing at the counter and he smiles in your direction when you near, only seeing you out of the corner of his eye. Pulling out your wallet, you hold out your card to him.
âCould you do a to go order? God knows sheâll need that in the morning.â You nod your head in Nikaâs direction, Alex smiling widely at you.
âYou know, Iâve never seen her with you beforeâŠâ His voice trails off, as if to tell you to fill in the blanks.
âYeah, we only met tonight.â You smile at him staley, not understanding why the timeline of events was so important.
âYou must be special then if she brought you here, itâs not often she brings anyone other than her friends here after a night out. Nico, drop me two burgers on the grill, one choc milkshake and a strawberry one.â As you walked towards the bathroom of the establishment, putting your card back in your wallet, you started to think about his words, wasnât this place well known? What made it so special to Nika that the server had to point out how she never brought strangers there?
Wiping your hands off on your trousers, you go up to your table to collect Nika before swinging by the counter to pick up your to-go order, the brown paper bag looking out of place next to the two of you. It seems like sheâs sobered up at least a little as she looks at you questioningly, her eyes soon falling to the bag in your hands and then back up at your face.
The bell chimes again when the two of you exit the diner, the cooling air of the late night a contrast to the warm atmosphere of the diner.
âWhatâs that for?â The furrow in her brow is so endearing that you almost feel the skip in your heartbeat, her eyes narrowing at you ever so slightly. Her arm threads through yours, one of your hands in the pocket of your trousers, creating the perfect space for her arm to go through.
You sneak a glance at her, flyaways being highlighted by the streetlights you were passing. Her head meets your shoulder as you start to walk back to the party, her apartment couldnât be too far from it considering she hadnât mentioned anything when you offered to walk her home.
âItâs for you, I just know that hungover Nika is going to crave Donnaâs dinerâs milkshakes to calm her raging headache.â You tease her softly, but there was definite truth there either way.
If there was one thing you knew about being hungover, then it was that good food usually helped at least a little (well, after the spells of throwing up everything from the previous night.) You give her a cheeky smile as you near the party once more, the booming music being heard from miles away.Â
âThank you, you didnât have to do that.â She speaks sincerely, you just smile at her in response, did you have to do it? No, but sheâd kept you company all night so you did it anyway.
âHey, can I just stop by my friendâs car before I walk you home? I just have to get something.â You were so thankful that youâd stolen the keys from Em before you went into the party only hours before. Leading her to the beat up truck, unlocking it and opening the door, you place the bag on the ground before you look through the glove compartment.
Finding the cartridge of painkillers and the pen that you were searching for with a small âahaâ. The post-it notes Em always kept in her car finally came to use when you stole one, writing a quick message on it before sticking it to the plastic of the painkillers and dropping it down the brown paper bag.
You lock the car up, despite it being a piece of shit that no one would ever steal, Em always insisted on you locking it.Â
Walking up to her side once more, you open your mouth to speak.
âSo, lead the way home love.â You gesture for her to take the lead, it was her apartment after all. Taking your free hand in hers, the girl starts to lead you towards her apartment building, walking calmly side by side with your hands swinging between your bodies.
After passing countless trees, and even more cars, you suddenly find yourselves at the bottom of the slanted hill leading up to where she lives, and when you actually start to walk up the long walkway, itâs slowly almost like youâre both resisting the natural order of events.
But you had to leave her, both Em and Harvard were waiting for you and no matter how much you tried to resist, you knew thatâs ultimately where you had to go, it was your life even if the girl youâd just met seemed far more interesting than anything.
When you reach the top, just meters away from the door, you hand her the bag, smiling timidly when she reached out to hug you, her inviting perfume enveloping you in a blanket of warmth. When she pulls away, she thanks you one last time for your kindness.
âReally, itâs no problem.â You reassure her, smiling softly when she turns back towards you one last time before the distance between you becomes larger and larger, her fingers soon punching in the code to open the door.
âWait!â You call out for her right as sheâs about to enter the building, her head turning back to you questioningly. âDonât forget to put it in the fridge when you get in.â She smiles and nods before disappearing behind the door.
You start your walk back to the party a few minutes after the door has closed, something just keeping you rooted to the ground. It wasn't until you heard your name get called by that familiar voice that you turned around, seeing Nika through her open window, waving at you as you walked away.
It almost felt like you were in some cheesy romance movie as you waved back, turning to walk away after she closed her window.Â
Truth be told, the evening had felt like something straight out of a romcom and some part deep down loved it. It loved the cheesy moments of pure unbridled love, the ability to express yourself freely, to dance in the rain, be your true authentic self in front of someone else was something you didnât even know you longed for before you met Nika.
You shove your hands into the pockets of your trousers, every step you take moving you closer and closer to the frat house, closer to Em and closer to getting back to Boston.
Seeing Em sitting out on the steps of the house has you confused, why was she out there?
âEm? What are you doing out here?â You ask the clearly incredibly intoxicated Emma, your loud voice not even startling her, her slow movements showing just how drunk she is. The squeal she lets out when she sees you has you covering your ears, the intrusive sound killing your tired head.
She tries to stand up, but it just looks like Bambi on ice, stumbling and falling at every second. You come up and sling her arm around your shoulder, bringing her over to her car and sitting her down in the passenger seat.
âIâm not cleaning up if you throw up in here, just so you know.â She nods drunkenly, clearly not understanding a word you were saying.
âThe reason why I was sitting outside is a long story.â She leans her head against the window, and knowing Em, she was probably imagining herself in a music video right at that moment.
âYou can tell me tomorrow.â The car starts with a rumble and you pull out of the parking space on the side of the road, quickly pulling out and starting to drive on the main road.
Itâs quiet for a while and you almost believe that Emmaâs asleep, well almost since her feet move back and forth against the floor every so often.
âWhere were you huh? What were you doing?â Her words are incredibly slurred and you can barely make out what it is sheâs trying to say.
âNone of your business mate.â She snickers at you, reading way too much into your response than she should have.
âYou got some.â The way your face turns red doesnât help your case even in the slightest, especially when she herself points out your reddening cheeks.
âShut up and go to sleep, Em.â Your voice cracks in the middle of the sentence, still embarrassed by her insinuation.
âMhm, you totally got some pussy.â You sigh as she laughs again, she was clearly getting a lot more joy from the situation than you were.
âGo to sleep Em.â
âMhm.â
Maybe she had been right after all, maybe you had fun and maybe, just maybe the decision to go to the party was a good one. Not that youâd ever let her know that.
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Physioâs Daughter pt.5
Jessie Fleming x Reader
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Warnings: cursing
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The players ended up with way more downtime than the staff during the week before you all left for Paris they were really only responsible for keeping their bodies ready to play and showing up to get on the plane. You and the rest of the staff had meetings, more paperwork, you all had to pack your equipment away, it took more hours of your time than you had expected.
This meant you had to turn down Jessie on three different occasions when she asked you to coffee.
The first time Jessie shook off the rejection. Not thinking much about it, you were obviously busy with work and didnât have the time that day.
âIâm wrapping up here. Want to grab a coffee this afternoon?â She stuck her head into your office.
âI would Jessie but Iâm not out of here until 5 tonight. Plus should we be grabbing coffee?â You give her a questioning look. You had agreed to friends now, friends grabbed coffee but it felt like a gateway to something more with her.
âOh, okay, sorry I didnât realize you had to work so late.â
She shook you off, walking back over to her locker to grab her stuff and leave for the day, having to stop alone for coffee.
She didnât stop asking, one thing about that girl, she loved to stop by your office and she also loved to get coffee.
âCoffee? Do you have a lunch break at some point?â Jessieâs head once again swung around your office door early in the morning when players were released for a couple hours break before having to return in the evening for film.
You sigh throwing your hands up, gesturing to the pile of papers in front of you âIâm supposed to get a lunch but I think I have more travel paperwork to do during that time, I donât know Kelly from the administration called and-â
âDonât worry about it.â You notice the tight lipped half smile she gives you. You so badly wanted to say fuck it to the paperwork and go get coffee with Jessie, youâd get coffee with that woman every second of every day if you could. But you had work. You were at work and she was your coworker.
Insistent on getting you to say yes, Jessie offers another plan. âWhat about tomorrow morning since itâs a later start? Before we come in?â
âTomorrow I have to be here at normal times, itâs just you guys who get to come in late.â You give her a frown.
âLook if you donât want to come to coffee with me, thatâs okay, just say that though.â Her voice is quiet but she looks frustrated with you. Her eyebrows furrowed, upset lines on her forehead.
âNo! Jessie, I do! I do want to get coffee with you, just, this isnât a great week. Iâve still got a ton of work to get done before we leave. As the newbie on the staff I get all the simple but time consuming work no one else wants. Unfortunately the next few weeks will be just as crazy for both of us.â
âOkay.â She turns to leave âIâm sorry for bothering you.â Before you can really stop her to explain that sheâs not a bother and honestly the short chats you get with her are the highlight of your day, she exits the door. And you're left alone in your office, a massive pile of paperwork to still get done.
With only two days left before you had to fly to Paris you were trying to get most of your work done today. You didnât want to have to deal with work and the stress of packing tomorrow. You curse yourself for not packing sooner. You end up in the office until itâs dark outside checking your watch and seeing it was 7:30 at night. Your mom had left the office two hours ago, giving you a kiss on the head and telling you not to stay up too late.
You focus in, getting tunnel vision on the paperwork, racing through the stack of papers, until your phone goes off.
Jessie Fleming: what time do you have to be in tomorrow?
A text from Jessie has your phone vibrating in your lap. You pick it up and respond, wondering why she would need to know.
You: 5:30
You: Do you need treatment? Is your calf alright?
Jessie Fleming: So the facility will be open at 5:30? Calf is fine but Iâm trying to get in some extra recovery and stretching, feeling a bit tight after today's work.
You: Yeah it should be, for all I know I might still be here when you show up.
Jessie Fleming: Youâre still there?
You: I am
You: sent an image
You send Jessie a selfie of you, smiling in your desk chair, a significantly smaller stack of papers than she saw you with earlier in the day.
Jessie Fleming: sent an image
The image is her, in what you assumed was her Canadian apartment bed, a soft smile on her face, her head resting on a pillow with light gray cover on it. What also stands out to you is the way her sheet is pulled up, just under her collarbones. You can see her collarbones, she wasnât wearing a shirt.
You: Why are you in bed this early?
You: Do you sleep shirtless?
You regret hitting send on the second message when you actually see that sheâs typing.
Jessie Fleming: Thatâs professional to ask
Jessie Fleming: But yes
Jessie Fleming: Most of the time
Jessie Fleming: Obviously not when I have travel roommates or anything, but Iâm in my own place for the next few days so Iâm enjoying it before a lot of hotels with Janine.
Jessie Fleming: And Iâm in bed because Iâm watching a documentary and Iâve been told to get as much sleep as I can by the training staff at work.
Jessie Fleming: Especially this new young girl, she has been on my case about taking care of myself and whatever, but sheâs cute so I gave her a pass.
The mention of Janine has your mind thinking back to the other day, Janine grabbing Jessie and whispering to her before she gave you a look that felt like she suddenly knew everything. You wanted to ask Jessie about it but now probably wasnât the best time.
You: I sleep like that too, more comfortable
You: Iâm sure that girl is just looking out for you.
Jessie Fleming: I know, right? I tried to tell that to so many of my teammates, none of them listen.
Jessie Fleming: stop texting me, go back to work so you can go home.
You: youâre the one texting me
Jessie Fleming: shhhhh
You: đ
You put your phone away, putting it on silent so there was no temptation to text Jessie, having no idea if she had responded. You finish your paperwork, finally standing up your back and knees both cracking as you stretch. You check you phone as you walk to the car, seeing it was 8:22. Youâd have to go home, get dinner, shower, all to get up at 4:30 to be at work by 5:30.
A message from Jessie sits on your screen. You debate texting her back but you donât want to wake her if sheâs already gone to sleep.
Jessie Fleming: Have a good night, hope youâre not at work too late :)
When you sit back at your desk the next morning you feel deja vu, feeling like you never left. The only difference is there is no longer a pile of work in front of you, you thank yourself for staying to complete it all last night. You lean forward letting your head rest on your desk for a moment.
âHi!â Jessie comes around the corner of your office, sounding way too chipper for 5:30 in the morning, but then again she was able to be in bed at 7:30. You look up to her to see her carrying two coffees. She approaches you and sticks her hand out offering you one of the drinks. You were so grateful, you had opted for 5 minutes of extra sleep in the morning instead of getting a coffee and you were starting to regret that decision.
âShould you really be showing up to my office with coffee? You do remember what happened last time you did that, right?â You question her, squinting at her across your desk and sending a glance to the wall where she had pinned you.
âMaybe thatâs why Iâm doing it, maybe I liked what happened last time.â She pauses, tilting her head, thinking back to the memory. âExcept not when your Mom walked in, I didnât like that, that was terrifying.â A quick grimace follows by a smile comes across her face.
âJessie, we canât.â
âI know, I know.â She sounds defeated. âI just figured since going out for coffee doesnât really fit into your schedule right now, Iâd just bring it to you. I promise Iâm not trying to get anything out of you.â She sits down in the seat across from you.
âHow late were you here last night?â Jessieâs phone buzzes on the table, she ignores it.
âJust before 9.â
âOh wow, I was asleep by then.â You envy her early bedtime.
âYeah so I am incredibly grateful for this, thank you.â You shake your coffee cup as her phone lights up with another notification. This time your eyes trail to it. Youâre not trying to look at her messages but you just canât help but glance at the lit up screen.
Jessie noticed your eyes' quick movement toward her phone, âSorry thatâs just Janine, I told her I was coming in to do some early recovery and sheâs giving me a hard time about it.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âSheâs just teasing me.â She pauses, âabout you.â She uses her coffee cup in her hand to point at you.
âOh, did you tell her? She gave me a weird look the other day, after you came back and we hugged in the training room, you two walked out together and she sort of stared at me. So did you tell her? About the kiss I mean?â Finally getting an appropriate time to ask what was up with Janineâs look.
âIt may have slipped out, one of the times I was talking about you. But sheâs been teasing me about you since before that.â Jessie looks down to type back to Janine on her phone.
âJessie!â Her head snapped back up when she heard you scolding her name. Knowing someone else knows about your kiss, someone you didnât yet know well enough, makes you uneasy. âYou canât just be telling people that!â
âItâs Janine, sheâs my best friend, she knows me too well, she knew something happened and asked. I didn't think it would be a big deal, sheâs not going to tell anyone.â Jessie defends herself.
âI get that you think that Jessie, but if she slips up, next thing the whole team knows, then it gets out, youâll get in trouble for sleeping with the student trainer, whoâs 4 years younger than you.â You were spiraling, youâre not sure if you believe what youâre saying or if your mom had just scared you into it. You didnât want your own career to be at risk and you definitely didnât want Jessie getting in trouble.
âWe havenât slept together, plus youâre an adult, itâs not like Iâm 20 and youâre 16! Weâre both grown.â
âI know that, but good luck telling that to anyone else, they wonât listen!â
âI really didnât mean to tell her, it just sort of slipped out and Iâm sorry. I didnât think it would be an issue.â Jessie crosses her arms across her chest, she feels less warm than usual, less friendly, less inviting.
Only, it felt like it was a problem that she had told people. You werenât sure why Jessie would think it was okay to go around telling people about your kiss without at least checking in with you. A small bubble of frustration with the woman sitting across from you started to build.
âJessie, if people find out I could get fired! Sure, it might temporarily make your image bad but youâre too damn good, youâll stay Captain, youâll keep getting your call ups, keep being desired by different clubs, it wonât ruin your career like it could mine.â
âNothing is going to get out, nothings going to happen, itâs not that big of a deal!â Now Jessie is raising her voice at you slightly. Sheâs leaning across your desk.
âMaybe it doesnât seem like that big of a deal that to you, but it is to me.â You yell back, thankful that no one else was in at the office yet. You take a breath realizing this argument was not something you needed to be doing at 5:30 in the morning. âYou should probably go do your recovery. I have things to get doneâ You point to the doorway.
âOh.â Itâs obvious the sadness on Jessieâs face and in her voice. A sudden change from her argumentative demeanor. âYeah, Iâm going to do that.â She pushed back from your desk. âIâm sorry.â
You let her walk out without saying anything. She doesnât close your office door on her way out. Feeling stupid about the argument, you let your forehead come crashing back onto your desk with a loud thud, a lot harder than you intended.
âYou okay?â You hear Jessie ask, hearing the sound of your head against your desk from the other room.
âYeah, all good.â You groan back. You didnât want her to care and feel the need to check on you. You know you shouldnât care about he either but you canât help yourself.
Despite being quite annoyed with Jessie at the moment, youâre unable to look away every time she passes by your door, doing exercises or walking across the room to get equipment. Time goes on and then you hear her digging in the ice cooler, the sound of a plastic bag and some shuffling around.
âStupid wrap.â Hearing her talking to herself you stand up from your chair, it was your job after all to help with these things. You see her struggling to hold and secure a bag of ice she had made to her calf.
âLet me help you.â You offer empty hands to take the ice bag from her, grabbing the wrap and squatting in front of her to help her get it tight on her leg.
âThanks.â She gives you a smile, the way she was grinning looking down at you sent a shiver through your body.
âIs it still treating you okay?â You look up at her from where youâre kneeling in front of her.
âYeah itâs been good, just being overly cautious with it still, thatâs why Iâm doing all this.â She points down where your hands were wrapping the ice bag. You just nod, returning your focus to what you were doing instead of staring up at the girlâs pretty brown eyes.
You let the silence sit between the two of you for only a second before you break it.
âIâm sorry for how I reacted in the office just now. I think Iâm just a little paranoid, weâre adults, weâre allowed to do what weâre doing technically. I just didnât think youâd be going around talking about me and the fact that you kissed me.â You stand up.
âTo be fair, Iâm not going around talking about you to everyone, itâs really just been to Janine, she made some comments about you before we had even really talked much, she knows me too well. She knew I was interested, so she made some comments about me finding you pretty to which I blushed and she was onto me right away apparently Iâm not great at hiding my crushes.â She looks down at her feet.
âI just freaked out, knowing that someone else knows that you had me against the wall, in my office.â
âIf it helps, she doesnât know I pinned you to the wall.â Jessieâs face is now a bright red. Itâs suddenly very obvious to you how close the two of you weâre standing, face to face. Itâs apparent that you can make out all the little details of her face, where each freckle sat across her nose and cheeks, you could see it all. Despite still being upset and frustrated with Jessie for telling Janine about your previous kiss, you suddenly donât care and have the desire to kiss her all over again.
âJessie.â You stare at her lips while saying her name. You donât know if she noticed youâre staring, but her tongue runs over her bottom lip, wetting it.
âWhat?â
âDonât, what, me. You know what.â Your eyes donât move from Jessieâs lips.
âNo I donât. Youâll have to enlighten me.â You do, leaning in your hands finding her face you pull her toward you. Your lips meet hers, theyâre warm and soft and plump against yours. Her hands find your hips, pulling you against her hard. Her grip is tight, it feels safe. This time youâre able to finish your kiss, both of you pulling away just before you debate sliding your tongue against her lips.
âYou really should stop bringing coffee to my office I guess, it always seems to end like this.â You let out once you both breathe for a second. Jessie lets out a soft laugh.
You hear the door to the training room open and you jump away from Jessie, turning to pretend to organize something, finding nothing, everything already being packed up. This leaves you just standing there looking at the wall. You and Jessie both look over to see Janine standing there, coffee in one hand, training bag in the other and a smirk across her face.
âWell you two arenât suspicious at all.â She says sarcastically as she walks from the doorway further into the training room and in your direction. âIâd recommend actually doing something to make it look like you two werenât just doing what I think you were.â You canât read her tone as she speaks to you. âLooking at imaginary things on the wall doesnât really work as a good cover.â She stops behind you to speak softly only to you. You stay facing the wall, not wanting to turn and let either of the players in the room see how bright red your cheeks are.
âIâm going to go change, Iâll be back in probably 5 minutes, behave yourselves.â Janine says to both of you, she walks away into the changing room.
âWhoops.â You turn back to look at Jessie who is still standing where you kissed her. You both have matching blushes on your face.
âAt least it wasnât my mom this time.â You shrug at her, trying to make light of the situation again.
âI guess,â she shrugs back.
âBut seriously Jessie, we canât keep doing this, we leave for Paris in less than 36 hours. You have to go, be focused, be this team's leader, we canât, I canât be distracting you.â
âI know.â
âSo that means no more surprise coffees, no more private meetings, like Janine said, we have to behave. Strictly professional from now on. No more of this.â You use a finger to point between the two of you.
âStrictly professional, got it.â She nods at you but her smile tells you sheâs not taking you seriously.
âIâm serious this time Jessie.â You try your best to be stern with her.
âSo am I.â You were both lying through your teeth, and you both knew it but neither of you were going to call each other out and say anything.
âOr just until the Olympics are over.â You add, hoping sheâll maybe be interested in whatever the two of you were doing come the end of the games.
âUntil it's over.â She flashes you a smile before turning to leave, following in the direction Janine went to change. She flashes you a smile before heading through the doors. You move back into your office leaning against the desk.
âHey.â You jump as Janine flies around the corner of your office door. She walks in closing the door behind you.
âOkay I donât have a lot of time, but I need to talk to you really quick.â
âWhatâs up?â You move behind the desk, looking for her file pulling it out. You start to open it and Janineâs hand comes down on it, closing the folder hard.
âThis isnât about me.â Sheâs staring down at you as you sink back into your chair.
You realized exactly what this was about. âOh.â
âIf you so much as hurt a hair on her head-â
âI wonât.â You interrupt.
âI wasnât finished.â You nod, letting her finish. âJessie is a special human and quite frankly she doesnât need you. Sheâs perfect on her own, sheâs strong and independent and she doesnât need you, but she wants you, so Iâm going to respect that, but please let her focus on this tournament. I donât know what you two are really doing, sheâs been pretty tight lipped, but please. Sheâs smart but she might not think straight with her crush brain, she might think she can handle starting something with you during this tournament, but she canât. She needs to be focused. Sheâd hate herself down the line if she let someone get in her head and mess with her playing. Sheâs worked her life for these tournaments. This team needs her focused, not distracted because of you.â Janine rants at you.
âI know. Weâve discussed it. I wonât be a distraction to her or to anyone. I promise, I want whatâs best for her and the whole team.â You mean it, you want whatâs best for the team, and you donât want to distract Jessie or anyone, you saw how hard they all worked and would hate to be the reason anything went wrong.
âYou seem like a good person, and given that Jessie likes you so much, you must be. So Iâm going to trust you.â Her hand comes off the file on your desk.
âJanine! Come play Teqball with me!â Jessie hollers through the training room.
âAhh the queen of Canada awaits.â Janine says, looking at you. She turns to leave, her hand on the doorknob. âJust so you know, Iâm serious, donât hurt her, Iâll make your life miserable.â The way she spoke with still a large smile while telling you sheâd ruin your life was slightly terrifying, but very much fitting for her Canadian personality.
âI know.â You just nod. And you did know. It wouldnât just be Janine coming after you if you messed up with Jessie her entire team would hate you. If you distracted her from the tournament the country of Canada would hate you. Youâd never get to work for a Canadian team, youâd never get to live that down. Your nerves build up a bit, even though you had no intentions to hurt Jessie ever, things happen, life happens.
Your spiral of nerves is diminished as you hear Jessieâs laugh carrying through the room. Just her laugh made you smile, your nerves ease. You were in deep, probably in too deep, but there wasnât anything you could do now, except go to Paris and do your best to just be coworkers with Jessie. You needed to be invisible and not a distraction..
So thatâs what you did. Or at least tried to do.
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jessie being DRUNK off reader and then showing off her breeding kink a minute later has me WEAK
Bliss
Jessie Fleming x Reader
Summary: Jessie and you are on your honeymoon. She can't keep her hands off of her new wife.
Warnings: Smut. Pool sex, facesitting, slight overstimulation, etc.. Language as well.
A/N: Okay. I'm a little out of control on this one. Buckle up because it's long. My imagination went a little crazy. Based on this request.
"Jessie, come look at the pool. It looks beautiful at night with all of the lights."
Jessie hummed as she came up behind you, gently pressing herself against your back and wrapping an arm around your waist. She tilted her head down to lay a soft kiss at the base of your neck. You chuckled lightly at how her breath tickled your skin.
"Want to take a dip?" She asked, subconsciously swaying both of you gently from side to side as you looked out the glass doors of your honeymoon suite.
You turned your head back to look at her with a quiet smile. "That sounds perfect."
You both got changed into your swimsuits and Jessie went in first. Once she was in she turned and reached up to offer you her hand. You took it and let her guide you into the private pool attached to your suite. Tall bushes and trees lined the area, ensuring privacy and freeing you from any prying eyes.
You smiled as she took a seat, the water resting just below her shoulders, and pulled you onto her lap. You readily obliged, wrapping your arms around the back of her neck as she held you.
"How is my wife liking her honeymoon so far?" She asked as she looked up to you. Your smile widened immediately at the acknowledgement of your new title. Marriage wasn't even something you necessarily knew you'd wanted growing up, but after meeting Jessie and falling in love with her, becoming her wife felt all too right.
"It's gorgeous," you told her as you leaned down to capture her lips in a kiss. "And how is my beautiful wife liking her honeymoon?" She grinned into the kiss.
"Even more amazing than I'd dreamed it would be," she told you. Even with the recessed lights around the pool, the area was fairly dark and you weren't sure if she could see your blush.
You'd been together for several years and it still warmed your heart when she spoke so romantically with you. Jessie wasn't known as an openly sentimental person, so for her to make such statements so unabashedly with you still made you feel special.
You deepened your kiss and thumbed her cheek tenderly. The past few weeks had been an absolute whirlwind with the wedding and all of the obligations and activities that went along with it. It felt like you two had been going full tilt for ages between the wedding, her competitions, and your work. You were grateful to be able to slow down and finally spend some time together, just the two of you. You knew she felt the same by how clingy she was leading up to this. Always with a hand on your back, her pinky hooked with yours, or her chin on your shoulder, with "I miss you" texts sprinkled throughout.
You loved that this composed - sometimes guarded - woman was so soft and loving with you.
"I can't believe you're finally my wife," Jessie whispered between kisses, awe in her voice.
"Took you long enough, Fleming," you teased, pulling a grumble out of her. Her fingers dug into your hips slightly as she gave you a pouting glare.
"I've been calling you my 'future wife' since year one," she protested lightly. You chuckled and kissed her placatingly.
"I know, my love. I'm just teasing. I never doubted your commitment or intentions."
"Good," she said with lingering disapproval. "Don't make me pull out years-old texts to friends and family where I told them I was going to marry you."
You pulled back and cocked your head curiously. "I don't know - I mean that sounds very appealing to me."
"Yeah, I'll bet," Jessie said as she rolled her eyes playfully and pulled you closer to her, wrapping her arms more fully around you and leaning down to kiss your collarbone.
"In the meantime," she went on, her voice now low, "I can think of some other ways to reassure you."
"Mm, you think?" You played along, letting your head fall back a bit and inviting her to kiss up your neck. "Tell me all about it." You felt her smirk against you.
"You know I'm really more of a doer than a talker."
Your body tensed up as you felt her tongue sneak out for a teasing lick before her lips closed on the sensitive skin of your neck and she sucked lightly. You rocked your hips in her lap without thought and she reached up to start massaging your breasts.
She took her time teasing you and small whimpers escaped your throat as the aching between your legs grew greater and greater for her.
"You really don't need these," she announced as she reached down to hook a couple of fingers into the band of your bikini bottoms and gave a tug. You reluctantly lifted off of her long enough for her to pull them down your legs and she discarded them on the pool deck.
When you settled back down onto her lap, she massaged your thighs with her strong fingers, her head tilted back as she watched you grind yourself down onto her lap in need. She smirked.
"God, I'm lucky. I have the most beautiful wife," she told you.
You gave a gentle laugh that was quickly cut off with a soft gasp when her hand nestled itself between your legs and her fingers began to explore between your folds.
"Oh my god," she said with a lazy smile as she looked up at you. "I can't believe this is all mine. You feel so amazing every time."
"God, baby, don't tease me. I need you," you told her as you rocked against her fingers, begging her to enter you.
You hadn't had sex since the night before your wedding. You weren't supposed to see each other - stupid superstitions and all - but you'd snuck out to meet, just to check in and because you missed each other. Well, it just so happened that your little rendezvous ended with her fingers deep inside of you, her lips on yours. Still, since then it had been longer than either of you liked because things had been so busy. You needed her badly.
She hummed and leaned up to kiss you.
"Whatever my wife wants, she gets."
A small groan of appreciation fell from Jessie's lips as she slowly sunk into you. She watched with eager eyes as your back arched and you let your head fall back in immediate pleasure.
"I love you so much," Jessie told you as she took your form in, cast in the soft glow of night. She bit her lip as you gripped her fingers. "You're so tight. I love it."
"Oh God, Jessie," you moaned softly as you slowly rode her fingers, aided by the buoyancy of the water, "I love the way you fill me."
Jessie's head rolled back against the edge of the pool as she bit her lip watching you. "Fuck, I love when you talk like that." You leaned into her, allowing your lips to brush against her ear.
"Like what?" You whispered, a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth when you felt her shoulders tense and her free hand gripped your hips harder. "Like when I tell you I'm aching for you. How incredible it feels when your thick, strong fingers fill me. Stretching me."
You continued to ride her slowly, arousal building at how you heard her breathing grow heavier and she started to rock back against you with greater emphasis.
"How when you curl your fingers inside of me the way you do, it makes me weak in the knees. The way you play with my clit sends waves of pleasure through me. And how just the sound of your voice, the way you're breathing right now, the way you're rocking your hips against me, gets me dripping wet for you."
"Fucking hell, babe," Jessie cursed, almost in a hypnotic daze from your words. "You're going to make me fucking cum and I'm the one fucking you right now."
"Is that so?" You teased as you sat back to look at her, running your fingers through her hair before leaning down and kissing her deeply, grinding down into her hand harder.
She tilted her head up, readily meeting your kiss and then some before pumping into you with firmer, faster strokes. She smiled as you whimpered into the kiss, tensing up at the new sensation. She bit your bottom lip, giving it a tug.
"I'm going to make love to you again, and again, and again tonight," she whispered as she kissed along your jawline, bringing up her free hand to run through your hair before cupping the back of your neck and kissing along the side of your neck.
A low moan escaped you and your dug your fingers into her scalp. She groaned in response and nipped at youf as she continued to thrust skillfully into and out of you, her thumb circling your clit.
"Jessie," you panted.
"You look so gorgeous in the moonlight," she said. You opened your eyes to look down to see her watching you steadily with love and affection.
"I love you so much, Jess," you told her between breaths.
She let out a shuddering breath and leaned you back slightly so she could fully appreciate your form. Her free arm gripped you tighter and she started bouncing you up and down on her, pulling you down onto her fingers with greater force and picking up the pace.
Your mouth fell open and you felt that familiar tightening begin in your core. She knew the signs.
"Cum for me, baby," she told you as she watched you - this beautiful woman she could now call her wife, start to come undone on account of her.
You dug your nails into the base of her neck and dragged your fingers down. She leaned into the touch, not breaking her gaze from you for a second. You convulsed around her fingers and she continued to curl her fingers inside of you, drawing out your orgasm.
In time, your breathing slowed once more and the tension in your shoulders, legs and back melted away and you floated fully into her arms. She held you against her, her fingers still inside of you as she continued to lay lingering kisses along your collarbone.
Eventually she chuckled. You nudged her head with yours in question, still too spent to speak.
"The private pool was worth the extra money," she told you, drawing a laugh out of you. She squeezed you in her arms. "I love you."
When you were ready, you both got out of the pool and went inside to rinse off in the shower. Your hands were all over each other the entire time and you were locked in a hungry kiss. You'd just hit your climax a few minutes ago, but as her hands roamed your body and as you ran yours along hers, appreciating the meticulously sculpted dips and curves of her defined muscles, that familiar heat between your legs returned.
You were toweling off and you couldn't break your eyes away from her. Her tanned skin brought out her freckles and you couldn't help but swallow at the sight of her muscles moving and flexing as she dried herself off. You stepped forward and she gave you a curious look as you took the towel from her and began drying her off for her.
Soon, you gently pushed her back against the bathroom counter and began kissing down her stomach. Her abs twitched as you trailed your tongue down them. You dropped the towel to the ground and brought your hands up to her sides, letting your nails graze down until they rested on her hips.
You knelt down before her on the towel and looked up at her. She unknowingly licked her lips and leaned back into the counter, her hands now gripping the edges.
"You are absolutely perfect," you told her as you moved your hands down her muscular thighs and nudged them open.
She exhaled heavily and you saw her knuckles growing white already.
A taut moan escaped Jessie's throat as you leaned up and ran your tongue along her folds. You smiled at how wet she was - and it wasn't from the shower.
"I adore the way you taste," you told her as you tilted your chin up into her and continued to lick up and down her.
You watched as her head fell back and she rolled her shoulders out. You moaned into her. She was gorgeous to begin with, but with her head thrown back like that, it accentuated the chiseled structure of her jaw and the angles of her neck.
You leaned up into her further, rising on your knees more and you brought your hands around to grip her gorgeously sculpted ass. You kneaded the muscles there and she groaned low in her chest.
She let go of the counter and placed both hands on the back of your head, her fingers digging into you. You moaned into her and she started to bend her knees and rock into you mouth.
"Baby, you make me feel so good," she told you as she intermittently gripped your hair. You wrapped your lips around her clit and sucked hard, flicking the sensitive bud with your tongue. She let out a high moan and her knees gave just slightly before she caught herself.
She bit her lip with a low chuckle and looked down at you.
"I wish I had my wedding ring on," she breathed, locking eyes with you. "I want to see the band catch the light, my hand on the back of your head while you're on your knees for me."
Your eyes fluttered shut and you groaned heavily into her, the vibration causing her legs to give again and her hands tightened in your hair once more.
"You're gonna make me cum," she told you, her voice raspy as she rolled her hips against your mouth.
You continued unwaveringly and you heard her breathing grow strained and heavy. You opened your eyes when she moved one hand back to the counter, bracing herself. Her eyes were screwed shut, her jaw clenched and her thighs began to flex around your head.
"Oh fuck. Y/N." Your name echoed off the tile walls as Jessie tensed up around you and she inhaled sharply, practically whimpering as her orgasm took her.
Seeing her like this, riding out her orgasm, never, ever got old. It astounded you that you were the one that she let take her over the edge.
When she relaxed, she released your hair and her body slumped back against the counter. Her mouth was agape as she worked to catch her breath and her eyes were momentarily unfocused before honing in on you.
"Jesus," she said as she forced herself to stand back up. You rose from the floor, wrapping your arms around her waist and she gave a breathless laugh. "I wasn't expecting that."
"It's our honeymoon, baby," you told her as you narrowed your eyes playfully. "You can't have all the fun." She let out a single breath as a laugh.
"I don't know. I'd say I have been having all the fun so far." She looked at you wordlessly for a moment, a hint of a smile of her face before she cupped your cheek. "You're the one. I hope you always know that."
You smiled and gave her a kiss. "Well, feel free to remind me now and then."
She didn't speak right away, again just taking you in before suddenly her hands were under you and lifting you up. You squealed and wrapped your arms and legs around her as she carried you over to the bed. She set you down and climbed on, moving past you so she was laying on her back.
"On me," she told you. You smirked and crawled up the bed, swinging your leg over her waist and settling yourself on her hips. Your wet core made contact with her skin and she arched an eyebrow smugly at you.
"Like this?" You asked teasingly.
"You fucking know it," she affirmed with a smirk of her own. She gripped your hips and pulled you down against her as she rocked her hips up. "You're ready for me already, baby. Did seeing me cum for you turn you on?"
"You fucking know it did," you returned playfully.
Her eyes were bright as she watched you. She reached down and you lifted your hips to make room for her hand. She dug her head back into the pillow as her fingers slipped through your folds.
"I could never get tired of this. Every time I feel how wet you are for me it's like the first time all over again. God I love you."
"Well, I guess it's a good thing you made me your wife," you said as you ground yourself against her teasing fingers.
You threw your head back, a moan flowing freely from your throat as she sunk her digits into you.
"Say it again," she commanded. You came back to the moment and brought your head back down to look at her. She gazed up at you with hooded eyes.
"I'm your wife," you told her as you rose up on her fingers to the tips and sunk back down.
"You're my wife," she repeated with a satisfied smile, her other hand roaming up your side to cup your breast.
Words ceased as you started riding her. While outside in the pool was somewhat measured and sensual, now the motions were fast and hard as you rode her and she met you with fervour. Your head was thrown back and your needy moans filled the room as she filled you repeatedly to the brim before drawing out and sparking your desire all over again.
"God, you fuck me so good, Jess," you told her as she sent sensation after sensation through you. She grunted in response, eyes transfixed on you, and quickened her movements.
You were nearing your high when she stilled and held your hips in place.
A shameless whimper escaped you and you let your head fall back forward to look down at her in question. She didn't answer, she merely bucked her hips using the momentum to push you off and she shuffled down slightly before guiding you up the bed.
"Jess," you managed to say as she held you above her face.
"I want to taste you," she told you.
"Oh my god," you said, your legs already trembling as you knelt over her.
"I've got you," she said as she braced your thighs with her hands. "Come on, baby. I can take it," she encouraged. "You look fucking amazing from here." Her hands held you and she gently, but firmly pushed you down towards her waiting mouth.
A quick gasp escaped you as she reached up with her tongue.
"Jess, I don't know if I'm going to last long," you warned her. She took this as an invitation and pulled you down into her more fully. She laid her tongue flat on you and gave a few slow, soft licks before delving in.
You gasped again and leaned forward to brace yourself on the headboard. You glanced down to see Jessie, eyes closed, rolling her head side to side as she explored you, sending delicious pulses through your core while her biceps popped as she held you in place.
"Oh my god, Jess," you panted as you began to roll your hips against her tongue. Her grip tightened as she groaned into you.
The sounds of her lapping up your juices and moaning into you were driving you wild. Never mind the sight of her between your legs as she devoured you. You brought one hand down and gripped her hair.
"Jessie," you said as you felt your climax quickly approaching. She embraced it fully as she dug her fingers into your legs and tilted her chin into you.
"Fuck," you cursed as you began to spasm around her. You braced your hand on the wall as your legs threatened to give way.
Jessie held you steadily and moaned in appreciation as your arousal started to drip down her chin. She slowed her actions and gave you some reprieve. For now. You went to move off of her, but she held you in place.
"Baby," you half-pleaded, half-warned. Instead of letting you go, Jessie laid one slow, languid lick from your entrance up to your clit. You released a shaky gasp and your whole body shuddered.
Soon she was slowly lapping at you again and a series of "Oh my god"s fell from your lips as she sent more and more waves of pleasure through you.
She continued her attention and despite how amazing it felt, your legs were shaking and your thighs burned. You were so tired you could barely hold yourself up even with her help.
"Jessie, I can't," you panted.
She relented this time, and she reached up with one hand to brace your back and she rolled you both, somehow keeping her mouth fixed between your legs as she laid you out on your back.
The burning in your thighs was immediately pushed from your mind as Jessie tucked her knees under her, pushed your legs back and leaned her head further into you. You covered your face at the sensations that were rolling through your body and she worshipped you incessantly.
You pushed your head back into the mattress and dug your fingers through your hair as you felt Jessie trace her fingers around your soaking entrance. A heady moan escaped you as she slipped easily inside.
Her strokes were slow and patient as she continued to suck on your clit. You writhed beneath her and soon she lifted her head up, her fingers not missing a beat, as she began to kiss her way up your body. When her lips reached your neck she began to tend to the skin there with slow kisses.
"I love you so much," she said as she gently added a third finger, stretching you further.
"Oh my God, Jessie." Your voice was high with need and you were short of breath as you wrapped your arms and legs around her and clutched her tightly to you. She tucked her free arm under your back and pulled you close as she continued to tenderly stroke in and out of you.
"Y/N," she whispered, her head lolling against yours now, her lips grazing your ear. "I'm going to spend every day making sure you know how much I love you." Her fingers curled inside of you with slow, steady thrusts. "You'll never have to question it."'
Your moans increased and you both tightened your grip on one another. You could feel that coiling sensation deep inside of you building already and you dug your nails into her back.
Her nails dug into you and she teeth sunk into your skin briefly. You felt her back arching over you as she stroked you deeper.
âI canât wait to keep building my life with you,â she declared, her own body writhing against you as she made love to you.
"If it was up to me," she said, voice husky as she panted above you, "you'd be leaving here with my baby inside of you."
Your mouth fell agape and you tossed your head further back, a shameless moan filling the room.
"Jess." Her name came out of your mouth as a needy whine. "Holy fuck. I'm gonna cum again."
A cry fell from your lips as another orgasm rocked you. You screwed your eyes shut, but it still felt like your vision went hot white. You mindlessly clawed at Jessie's back and she maintained her rhythm, coaxing you through before slowing to a stop and resting inside of you.
Your chest heaved up and down as you struggled to catch your breath. You didn't even realize she was laying soft, faint kisses along your shoulders as she waited for you to come around.
You weren't sure how much time passed before you were able to open your eyes and look at her. There had been other times where she'd pushed you to the absolute brink and you expected her to wear the same cocky look she normally would, but instead she was watching you with pure adoration.
"You're my favourite person in this whole world," she told you with a warm smile. You managed a small laugh.
"And you're mine."
She kissed your cheek and gave you a smirk. "You better get some rest. This is only day one, after all."
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The set up | Alessia Russo x Reader
Where your best friend Gio sets you up with his sister.
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âCome on, just let me set you up with one more girl.â Your best friend begged, making you roll your eyes. He loved trying to set you up, but nothing ever really came from it. âLike your other set ups worked so well.âÂ
âPlease, just one more before I head off to Bali. I canât leave you here all on your own.â Oh he could be so annoying. âI have friends besides you Gio, you know that right.â You give him a friendly shove.Â
ïżœïżœïżœY/n, sheâs totally your type. Just give me one more chance.â You knew when he was putting up his best puppy eyes, that you werenât going to be able to say no. âFine, but it will be your going away present, so donât expect anything else.â
You checked your phone one more time to check if you had gotten the right restaurant, a reservation for two under the name Russo he had said. Why he had used his name instead of yours was a mystery to you, but that mystery quickly unravelled when you saw the girl that was sitting at the table the waiter was leading you to.
âLessi?â The girl looked up with confusion written all over your face, just like yourself. âHey y/n/n, what are you doing here?âÂ
âWell, apparently Gio tried setting me up with you.â Alessia chuckled, âOf course he did.â You hesitate for a moment, which Alessia seems to notice. âSit, this place has amazing food. Plus Gio is paying for the whole thing.â Now it was your turn to laugh. âHow did you manage that?â
You settle into your seat while Alessia tells you how she convinced her brother to pay for the whole date. Alessia was right, the menu had some great choices, as you looked through them you wondered why Gio would set you up with his sister, was this one of his jokes, or was he serious about this?
"So, how have you been?" Alessia asks, breaking the brief silence. "I feel like it's been ages since we caught up properly." You had met Gio back in college, and had known his whole family for ages.Â
âIt really has been a while, hasnât it? Iâm doing well. I got promoted at work which prompted my move to London, they offered me a managing position at their location here. Iâve been getting used to the changes, home and work wise, but overall Iâm really happy with the change. How have you been? Has Arsenal been treating you well?â Now that you think of it, you hadnât been to one of her matches since made the move to Arsenal. You often joined Gio and the Russo family on seeing Alessia play for either club or country, having watched her grow from a college athlete to this phenomenal professional player.Â
Alessia tells you all about her move to London and her time at Arsenal so far over the pizzaâs that you both ordered. It had actually been really nice hanging out with the girl one on one, something you hadnât done all too often.Â
When both your plates are empty, you donât want to leave yet but you know youâll have to say goodnight because you have work in the morning. âThis was really nice Less, would you want to do it again some time?â You didnât know how the blonde was looking at this set up as an actual date, or just as friends catching up, but as the evening came to an end you realised just how much you had enjoyed her company, and how much you would like to go out with her again.
âI had a great time, and I would love to do it again sometime, itâs a date.â Your heart warmed at the words âitâs a dateâ, glad to hear that she was feeling the same way. âDo you want to mess with Gio a bit?â She suggested, and she told you her plan after you agreed.Â
You step into Gioâs apartment without an invitation to come in, or saying hello. âYour sister? You set me up with your sister?â You tried your hardest not to smile. His eyes widened, âI really thought you guys would hit it off, and if not it would just be funny.â You shake your head and walk out of the door again. As you get in your car you quickly send Alessia a text.
Y/n: Part one of the plan has been executed :)
The next day you eagerly await Alessiaâs text, after lunch your phone finally buzzes with a message from her.Â
Alessia: Part two is in motion!
You smile at the message, imagining what Alessia has cooked up, as she was clearly enjoying pranking her brother as much as you were.
The plan was to make Gio believe he messed up with setting the two of you up, while actually you already had your second date planned.Â
The second date was even better than the first one, instead of sitting down at a restaurant you went to an arcade. When you headed in the bustling arcade filled your ears, as Alessia led you right to the first game. âReady to get crushed?â A sparkle behind her eyes told you enough about how tonight was going to go. âBring it on.â You said back with determination.
You smirk as you get ball after ball in the basket, Alessia was doing well too, but your points were definitely going up quicker. When the timer ends, you have almost double the points she has. Alessia looks over in disbelief. âLess, how did your brother and I get to know each other?â She thinks for a moment before it finally dawns on her, you were both on the basketball team in college. âOkay, so that game doesnât count because there was an unfair advantage. Letâs move on.âÂ
She takes your hand and drags you to a new game, where the both of you are just as competitive. The wins were divided more now, her being better at some games, and you better at others. All in all, you had a great time.Â
At the end of the night she invited you to come see her play on Sunday, an offer you gladly accepted. It had really been too long since you had seen her play, and you were interested to see how her playing style had changed since she joined the new club.Â
She walked you to your front door, âYouâll be at the airport tomorrow as well right?â You nod, âI wouldnât miss it for the worldâ Gio was leaving for Bali tomorrow, and his family and a couple of his closest friends were coming to wave him off. Since you had stormed out of his apartment, the two of you were good again, but he still had no idea that you and Alessia had started dating.Â
Before she turns around to get to her car, she leans in and pecks your lips. âIâll see you tomorrow then.â You kiss her again, wanting her with you a little longer. âGoodnight Less, text me when you get home?â With a nod and another quick kiss, you watch her drive off.Â
The next day you meet the Russo family at the airport. No one wanted to say goodbye, but you knew you had to since Gio had a plane to catch so you stepped up first. You give him a big hug, âIâm going to miss you, Gio. Have an amazing trip, and send me all the updates please.âÂ
After you, more of Gioâs friends went ahead and said their goodbyeâs, and last but not least, his family did as well. Alessia stepped back from saying bye with teary eyes, the goodbye being emotional for the family. She walked right towards you, and you wrapped your arms around her in comfort, no longer caring about the little plan you had made.Â
Gio noticed the two of you embracing, and started smirking instantly. He walked up to the two of you. âI knew it!â You rolled your eyes at him. âYeah yeah, you finally set me up with a good one.â He hugged the both of you. âIâm very happy for you both. Take care of each other while Iâm away?â With a promise that you would, he went off to board his plane.
Carol walked up to the two of you, âWant to join us for dinner tonight, sweetheart?â You looked over to Alessia to make sure she was okay with you saying yes to her mom. When she agreed with a nod and a smile, you told Carol you would love to.Â
When Gio landed you were still at the Russoâs, and you Gio had added you all to a group chat called âBali updates for the famâ, you smiled at the way he included you with his family, as the five of you watched his video showing you all the hotel room he would spend the first night.
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