#i love the gym but i always dread going back after a long break :( i’m so weak & relearning my weights makes me feel like such a little baby

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okkkkkkk . time to get back into weightlifting 🫠

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48. Knew we would crash at the speed that we were going

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Chapter soundtrack: Dangerously - Charlie Puth

The following weeks after the boat discussion had been a mix between trying to mend her broken heart and her new journey to recovery. She had spent a lot of time with her family, enjoying their presence without trying to talk about work, and long conversations on the phone with her best friend. She was slowly feeling her old self coming back and it felt nice. She was still sometimes thinking about Ethan and it would have been a lie to say that she had never tried to gather information on his whereabouts through Romy but the German driver had not once answered her unspoken questions. She was also sometimes finding herself scrolling through her gallery photo to look at some of the pictures of her and Ethan and often she was scolding herself to stop. She still had to make the transfer but she was dreading it. It was the only link she still had with Ethan and the idea to cut it was something she had a hard time coming to terms with.

An unexpected friendship had also been formed between her and Martin, something she had never thought would have taken such a place in her life. He was there anytime she needed someone to talk to about her deepest fears or when she needed to talk about Ethan. He was there. Never judging her, trying to understand the best he could and giving her advice she was not willing to follow even though she knew it would be best for her. He was a comforting presence in her life. The fact that he was always there while she had her session with his physiotherapist had also brought them closer. She was making progress really fast and even if it was painful and tough, she was doing her best and she was proud of herself. It was something that was happening a lot more these past few weeks. She was trying to find something she could be proud of on a daily basis, whether it was that she managed to get out of the bed in the morning at a decent hour or that she was able to hold a pen and write despite her stiff wrist. It was probably the only advice from Martin she was willingly following. He had told her it had helped him a lot after Cecile’s death, to find joy in the most mundane things. It seemed futile at first but she had to admit it had been a good idea.

And today she would need all the positive things she could find. She was finally getting rid of her crutches, and it was time for her to learn how to find her balance without them. It was stressing her out, she felt like she was not ready. It was too soon, what if she fell and was breaking her leg again.  It was with thousands of questions that she left the house to find Martin’s Ferrari in the driveway. As usual, he helped her get in the car and put on her favorite playlist on the speakers before finally driving to the gym.

“How do you feel about walking all by yourself again?” he asked, seeing her tense.

“Anxious as hell. I’m scared to fall, I’m scared of hurting myself, I’m scared of not knowing how to walk and I feel stupid.”

“Enrico asked me to help you. I’ll be there to support you. Physically and mentally.”

“I don’t want you to miss your training because of me. I don’t want to be…”

“If you say, burden, I’m dropping you here and there and you walk alone to the gym.” he cut her and she sighed.

“I was not about to say burden.”

“Sure, you weren’t. Remind me the three things I asked you to tell yourself every day?”

“Martin…” she moaned in annoyance.

“Julia…” he replied in the same tone.

“Fine. I’m worthy. I’m important. I’m loved.” she said, rolling her eyes.

“Good. Now, a little bit more convinced, please.”

“You won’t give up, right?”

“I’m doing that for you. Go on. Speak, Leclerc.”

She breathed in and out, closed her eyes and repeated a few times her new mantra  until Martin finally stopped annoying her. She wouldn’t admit it out loud, but it felt nice to say it. Maybe he was right, if she was repeating it enough she would start to believe it. They parked in front of the gym and Julia felt a little frightened when a few people approached Martin to ask for pictures which he gladly took. She didn’t dare to get out of the car, trying to hide herself from them. The last thing she wanted was to spark dating rumors with Martin. When the little group left, Martin rushed to the car to help her get out and guided her inside. Enrico was finishing preparing everything and smiled when he saw Julia.

“Martin, I wrote you a list of exercises today, mainly cardio and neck training . It's in the room next door. Julia, today is the day, can I have these? You won’t need them after today.” Enrico explained as Martin nodded and kissed Julia’s cheek, wishing her good luck before leaving.

Julia handed him her crutches and sat down on the bench as he left her so she could change and put her shorts on. When he came back she was laying on the medical table. He talked to her, trying to understand how she was feeling as he was massaging her leg and stretching it. She clenched her jaw, trying to not complain and to not focus on the pain. It lasted a good hour and half before Enrico deemed it okay to take the next step.

“Time to walk, little miss.”

She sat on the edge of the table and gulped. It was time. She felt the panic rising in her and her head throbbing as she contemplated the ground.

“It’s just a few steps.”

“I’m not sure I’m ready.” she said.

“You are. I wouldn’t make you walk if I didn’t think you were not able to do it.”

“But I don’t feel ready. My leg is not strong enough, I will just fall and…”

“Your leg isn’t strong enough because you don’t use it. All the stretching and massages of the past weeks were meant to prepare this moment. So stand up, Julia.”

She hated the way he was talking to her, as if she was a spoiled kid. She closed her eyes and slowly stood on her leg, hanging to the table as if it was her lifebuoy. And, when she tried to move, she felt herself being paralyzed by fear. She couldn’t. It was a bad idea. She shook her head and sat back on the table. She heard Enrico sighing and leaving the room and she felt guilty to disappoint him. He came back a moment later with Martin who was sweaty and out of breath from having spent almost an hour and half training non-stop.

“Martin will help you. I’ll leave you with him.  I’m giving you an hour and when I come back I want you to have done one hundred steps. Do it the way you want to but that is the result I want to have by the end of our session. Are we clear?”

She nodded, fighting back tears of frustration.

“I didn’t hear you. I expect an answer when I’m asking a question, Julia. I said, are we clear?”

“Very, Enrico.” she replied.

“Good.”

When he left, the room was silent. Only both of their respiration could be heard until she felt Marin taking a chair and sitting in front of her.

“I’m right by your side. We are going to do it. Together. I won’t let you fall, Juls.”

“Why is it so hard? It shouldn’t be this hard! It’s just walking!” she was getting angry at herself.

“It’s not supposed to be easy either. But I’ll help you. I promise. So, let’s go?”

She gulped but took his hand, standing once again. She straightened herself, trying to ignore the pain she could feel in her leg. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes to meet Martin’s.

“It’s great Julia, see you are standing. Now we are going to take a step forward. I’m not letting go of your hand, I promise, not until you tell me I can.”

And slowly she did. One step after the other, trying to find her balance. She almost fell a few times but Martin was always there to catch her. Soon they arrived on the other side of the room. It had only been twenty steps but she felt as if she had run a marathon. She was exhausted.

“Now I’m going to take a few steps back without holding your hands, okay? I’m not far.”

It took her a few minutes to stop touching the wall to keep her steady and slowly, focusing on Martin’s voice and on her breathing she managed to make her way to him. The more she was walking, the more confident she was feeling to the point she asked Martin to stand to the opposite side of the room. It was a lot of steps to take but she could do it. She was strong enough. She kept her eyes on him and slowly moved. It was hard, it was hurting but she felt so damn proud of herself, she was walking, she was doing it and she could see how Martin was equally proud of her. He opened his arms to her and as she was about to rush in, she could feel her ankle twist and soon she felt the cold floor underneath her. She didn’t move, trying to register what had happened. The pain was not there anymore, replaced by the anger and frustration against herself. She wasn’t even able to stand on her own. She was feeling pathetic. And she only had herself to blame. If only she hadn’t been such a coward with Ethan, if only she wasn’t so attached to please everyone so no one would get hurt because of her, if only she hadn’t been such a control freak when it came to feelings, if only she had been more open with him, if only she hadn’t been selfish, she wouldn’t be in this position. The accident wouldn’t have happened and she would be happy with Ethan.

She felt a warm hand on her cheek and when she opened her eyes it was the two green orbs instead of the ice blue one she had pictured in her mind that were in front of her.

“Julia! Are you hurt?”

“Not physically.” she mumbled.

“Come on, I’ll help you get up.”

“No. I don’t want to. I’m useless, I’m pathetic, you’re wasting your time with me, leave me alone.”

“Self pity won’t lead you anywhere.”

“It’s not self-pity, it’s called being realistic.” she said, looking away and she felt Martin’s other hand on her other cheek, forcing her to focus on him.

“I won’t let you go back to whatever dark place your mind is crawling to.” he whispered.

She couldn’t help the few tears to roll down her cheeks, quickly caught by Martin.

“I’m sick of crying.” she confessed.

“I prefer to see you cry in front of me than for you to do it all alone.”

She looked at him sadly, her eyes boring into his. He was so close she could see the different nuances of green in his eyes. They were looking at her with calm, peacefulness when she knew she was looking at him tormented. His breathing was slow when hers was erratic. His body felt warm when hers was cold. She put a shaking hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat fast. She slowly fumbled with the thin material as his hands were still slowly caressing her cheeks, unconsciously. She didn’t know if she was the one who got closer or if it was him or it was both of them but she could now feel his breath on her lips and when she inclined her face, bumping his nose with hers she was sure she felt his heart missing a beat. She leaned in a bit, unsure of what she was doing. She just knew he made her feel safe, good about herself. And finally her lips found his. He didn’t move at first, too stunned to react. And as he was about to pull away, Julia tried to hold onto him, throwing her arms around his neck. It felt wrong, so wrong she knew that but she couldn’t stop herself.

“Julia…” he breathed against her lips. “We can’t. You’re not in the right stand of mind… you’re hurting and Ethan…”

“Please… I just want to forget. Forget the pain and forget him.” she whispered, a lump in her throat.

“You’re not fair.”

“I know.” she admitted.

She felt him trying to pull back, trying to resist but it didn’t last long as soon she felt his hands around her waist and his lips back on hers, making her gasp. He let his hands wander along her body, as light as a feather, trying to be careful, attentive to each one of her moves and sounds. She let him explore her mouth, letting him take what he wanted to take from her. She felt his mouth on her jaw, moving up her cheek to her nose to her forehead before coming back to her lips. He was so delicate as if she was about to break. And right when she thought she was ready to abandon herself to his embrace, blond hair and piercing blue eyes came to her mind and made her choke. Suddenly the kisses were not as feverish as Ethan’s, Martin’s hands were not as rough as him, the warmth of his body was not making her feel as safe as Ethan’s. She pulled away and crawled to the other side of the room. Martin was about to say something when Enrico came back, oblivious to what had just happened and Julia had never been this happy to see him.

The ride back home felt awkward. She had been ready to take the bus but she knew Martin wouldn’t have let her, instead she sat back in the car and focused on the outside. She could see, from the corner of her eyes, his knuckles clinging to the steering wheel and she swore he had been about to say something a few times before stopping himself. When he parked in front of her house, he didn’t unlock the door straight away.

“Julia, we should talk about what happened back then.”

“It shouldn’t have happened. That was stupid and in the heat of the moment. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t think I can do that, Julia…” he said, looking straight in front of him.

“Do what?”

“Be your friend. I thought I could, and I genuinely wanted to be that for you. But I can’t. Because when you look at me the way you looked at me in this freaking gym, the feelings and thoughts I had were everything but friendly. And I don’t want to mess with you. You still love Ethan and…”

“Then help me to unlove him.” she almost begged him.

“I don’t want to be a pawn in whatever game you are playing, Julia.”

“It’s just…I want to forget him.I want to stop being hurt and when I’m with you I…I feel nice. I don’t know what it means, I just know that I don’t want to lose what you make me feel.”

“I feel weak because when you look at me like that I can’t say no to you. That’s how down bad I am for you.”

“Is it a bad thing?” she slowly asked.

“I don’t know. It depends on you.”

“Can we take it slow? If we decide to explore this, I want to take it slow. And I want Ethan to know first. I don’t want him to learn it from someone or through social media.”

“Your pace is mine.”

She nodded, fidgeting with her red bracelet. She didn’t know if it was a good idea but the only thing she was sure about was that she was willing to do anything to move on and try to forget Ethan.

“We have to go to Maranello tomorrow to work on the sim… do you still want us to go together?”

“Yeah, of course.” she replied.

“Okay, then I’ll come here tomorrow to get you and maybe we can have dinner at my place after the session? Like… a first date? Officially.” he told her, unsure of how she would react.

She simply nodded before finally getting out of the car, his time without his help. Her mom quickly picked up that something must have happened as she barely ate and spoke at the table, and as soon as he stood up to go to her room, her mom was quick to follow her.

“What is wrong with you?” Lyanna asked as her daughter was throwing her crutches away and fell on her bed, face against her pillow.

Julia looked at her mom, her face emotionless and Lyanna knew straight away that her daughter was falling into past unhealthy habits that she thought were far behind her. When Lyanna was faced with a deafening silence, she felt powerless. She sat next to her daughter who slowly turned around to crawl to her mother’s arms.

“I hate myself, mom.” she simply answered.

“Talk to me, sweetheart… please, I don’t like to see you like that.”

“I just want the pain to go away. I don’t want to feel anything, anymore.”

Lyanna didn’t know what else to do but to hug her even more.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Everything you want, Ju’.”

“I need to see Ethan. I need to tell him something important.”

She was in such emotional distress that Lyanna feared it would make things even worse. But Julia looked at her, almost begging her and she couldn’t refuse it. It seemed like an urgent matter. So in silence, she drove her to Ethan’s place. She could see the light coming from his flat and she swore she had seen a silhouette at the window. She took the elevator and knocked. He almost immediately opened with a huge smile on his face that fell the moment he saw her. He was wearing a nice white shirt and his hair was not as messy as usual.

“Julia?” he said, confused about her presence.

“I needed to talk to you. It’s important.”

“Is it about Louis? Did something happen?”

She shook her head and as she was looking at him she saw he wasn’t alone. A young blond woman that she had never seen before was sitting at the table. She quickly noticed the two plates and the bottle of red wine opened as well as the softly lit atmosphere of the room. He was on a date, he was moving on. Ethan saw her turning pale and quickly guided her to the living-room to make her sit.

“I’m sorry to interrupt your date.” she told him, trying to not show how it hurt her and when she didn’t hear him deny it she thought she was about to break down. And she felt awful to have these thoughts when she was about to tell him she was going to do the same as him. “I needed to tell you something because I feel like I owe it to you and I don’t want you to learn it from anyone else but me…”

“You don’t owe me shit, Julia.”

“I… don’t want to hurt you and I know I will and I know you will have every right to get mad at me.”

“Okay, now you’re scaring me.”

“I kissed Martin.”

He didn’t say anything and that was what scared her the most. He turned his head to the elegantly dressed woman and asked her if she could wait for him in his bedroom and when she was out of sight he slowly turned to Julia.

“What do you want me to say? Congrats? I would love to say that I’m shocked by the news, that it was the last thing I would expect but that would be lying. I’m only surprised it took so much time. It’s been two weeks since that boat dinner, four weeks since I confessed to you and you already moved on. Some might wonder if you ever felt just an ounce of what I feel for you, Julia.”

“You know I did. I still do.”

“Sure… you never said it.” he replied, a little harshly.

“What good would it make anyway! What would it change?”

“Everything!” he screamed.

“Fine! I loved you! I really did! And it hurts so freaking bad to love you, you have no idea! Because now it feels like I’m perpetually stuck in one place, watching the world move on when I can’t! Because you’re everywhere. Everything’s reminding me of you!”

“Apparently not Martin’s sheets.” he laughed, getting a hold of his glass and emptying it in one gulp.

“That’s not fair.”

“That’s not fair? Do you know what is not fair? Seeing the one girl I’ve ever loved telling me she kissed the guy who was supposedly not a threat to me! So don’t say you love me. You don’t. I’m not sure you even know what love is.”

“That’s rich coming from the guy who's getting girls after girls in his bed after our break up!”

She jumped when she saw him throwing the glass on the floor. Pure rage could be seen in his eyes and for the first time since a long time, she was scared of him.

“At least I’m true to myself. I can’t say the same about you. You’re a liar. And you don’t even lie to me, you lie to yourself. You’re a coward. And I still fell for you when all I got in return was a broken heart. But at least I can look at myself in the mirror in the morning and know who I am. You can’t say the same. So go away, be happy with fucking Martin. You both deserve each other. I’m out.”

When he finally closed the door behind her, Ethan fell on the floor right when Sofia came out of the bedroom. It was supposed to be an eventful evening, just a dinner to talk about her contract as his new mental coach. He didn’t plan for Julia to come and he knew she had jumped to conclusions. He should have taken the opportunity to introduce Sofia, to clear the air. But he didn’t owe her anything, especially not now that she had made her choice and that Martin had won.

“So, this is a famous Julia.” she said, sitting on the floor next to him.

“The one and only.”

“She has a new boyfriend from what I heard. It was hard to not listen, I have to admit. You were both pretty loud.”

“Yeah… I would have been okay with it if it hadn't been the guy I tried to kill.”

“Oh gosh… I think we have a lot to unpack there.” Sofia sighed.

“Yep. And you’re in for a ride, doc.”

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These wanna be men really triggered me to get my period early tho 💀 but bro I was thinking this is really suppose to be our last life like that’s crazy. I think that’s why we are able to feel the highest level of love. I mean anyone can feel love but not everyone can just feel twin flame love yk. Anyways I had a dream about you last night but I can’t describe or remember it enough to put into words. Also I’m so mad my videos haven’t been wanting to post. Also I’m starting a new job hopefully this upcoming week or next week. Ima be a paraprofessional for pg county schools lol. My mom pushed me into it but I’m kinda glad she did like it seems meant to be kinda. It’s also next to my gym so it will for sure motivate me more. The only thing is I’d be working 7 hours & so hopefully I’ll be okay & not get drained. I used to dread 4 hours. Like my final hour I would start to feel my energy giving out like I was gonna pass out but maybe cus that job in general can be too much. I’m excited to be working with an older age group. I kinda like the older ages sometimes. Oh ima be working at Ridgecrest elementary. The principal contacted me & wants me there so bad. I really like her, she puts a lot of effort & is always consistent with me compared to everyone else I’ve dealt w fr. But yeah ima be an ESOL paraprofessional. I guess for the kids that don’t speak English like that or need help. I basically take them in groups to help them finish work (I believe lol). Anyways I should’ve known working for a school would work better for me because I have the breaks just like the kids like winter & summer & shit which thank goodness because I could stay at a job but it’s me not getting any sort of break that be having me fed up w it enough to quit yk & then when I leave I’m just like “damn I miss it, I just needed a week break for myself”. Plus there are a lot of benefits but I ain’t worried about all that rn lol. I wonder why this is the path I’m going in tho. Yes I wanted to work with kids for my early years but I still don’t know what I wanna do later on in life. I just wanna be rich lol. I think that will happen for me tho somehow. If it’s my vision I think I will be because so many people I’ve met don’t mind not being rich yk but idk me personally, I wanna be rich. I have a vision of all the stuff I can do w money. My main thing is giving back to my loved ones. That’s one thing I dream of for some reason. I’m not really sure I’ll achieve any of this but I believe it’ll happen miraculously. Ik money don’t matter but I’m just a girl who has expensive taste be so fr. It’s genuinely not my fault. But anyways I gotta be getting up at like 5-6am fr now for this job. I’ve been sleeping late smh. I probably won’t be able to go to the gym the first week from exhaustion & me trying to adjust to working for that long fr. Slowdive is coming to concert 9 times out of 10 ima go if the tickets aren’t sold out by next month. Im so excited. I should be going w my little sister. I kinda like their new album. I need to spend more money on concerts & traveling than clothes lol. I have clothes I’ve bought months ago that I never worn still & that’s one of my bad habits but for me… I save them for a good occasion yk or for when I’m feeling good & rn I am not feeling too good. When I’m more myself & got places to go then I will wear them lol. I heard it’s bad to do that but I really dgaf. If anything I see it as a good thing, I see it as a sign of hope for the future yk that I used to have trouble with sooo. Anyways for my bd ima be on my period I believe 😐. Sooo I probably won’t do nun the day of. I had plans to do sum big like a hotel room for myself but that might not happen buttt im giving myself 1k to spend on myself so that’s exactly what I will do, go on a shopping spree & I’ll be just fine with that lmao. I already know what I want lol. I hate how nobody cares about bds no more like bro.. after not celebrating my bd all as a kid & my teenage years, it’s just getting started for me in my 20’s. Ima take it so seriously. To be continued….

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Neighborhood PT2

Woo, part 2, the solo Momo part. This was pretty fun for me, so I hope you all enjoy it.

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You wake up in your bed, staring at the ceiling; you try to recall the events of last night. After you had returned from the mall, you helped Momo bring in the many bags of clothes the sisters had bought; she brought you into the garage, where she gave you a blowjob. Her words play in your mind “We’ve always liked you, always wanted to be with you. You need to choose.” As ridiculous as it was, you had never noticed that they liked you that way. You feel a bit embarrassed knowing that Sana had wanted you when you had a crush on her all those years ago. You continued to lay in bed; nothing planned for today; you would stay in your room all day.  Or so you thought until you heard a knock on your door.

“ Momo’s waiting for you downstairs; get down here” You sit up out of shock, and a sense of dread washes over you. You’re tempted to throw yourself out the window to avoid her, but you know she would come after you. Standing out of bed, you make your way to the living room. Momo is sitting in slightly less revealing workout clothes. A sweatshirt turned into a crop top and her usual leggings. 

As soon as she spots you, she turns and says, “Come on, we’re working out.” It wasn't a question; it was an order to you. 

“Momo, look, I was hoping to rest, and I’m not even signed up for a gym.” 

“Too late, you’re coming with me. I signed you up for Chaeyoung’s gym, so we’re going.”

“Wait, doesn’t she run a female-only gym” 

“Yeah, well, we worked something out, and you’re allowed in. I even got us a special room.” The emphasis Momo put on special worried you; after last night, it was obvious what she would try. Before you can get another word out, Momo starts pushing you out the door and into her car. The drive there is silent for the most part; glances are shared as you arrive at Chaeyoung’s gym. As Momo drags you in, Chaeyoung stares with a smirk on her face. 

“It’s hard to believe he’s the one. Momo, you sure about this?”

“Yeah, I spent my entire life with him. I’m sure.”

Chaeyoung and Momo had been friends for a long time, and from this short conversation, it was easy to tell they had talked about this before.

“I’ll open up the back room for you two” Chaeyoung leads the two of you to the back and unlocks the door to the spacious room. By the looks of it, it was explicitly a dance practice room at some point; the worn and streaked wooden floors and the far wall covered in mirrors made that more apparent. Some benches and other broken machines cluttered one side of the room. Once you and Momo are in the room, Chaeyoung shuts the door and returns to the front. “Hope you two have fun!” 

“Momo-” 

She cuts you off, “Help me stretch.” Momo walks to one of the benches and lays down; she lifts her leg into the air. “Well? Get over here” You follow along, grabbing Momo’s left leg; you lean forward, stretching it. 

“Momo, listen about last night.”

“Yeah, It’s too bad we got interrupted.”

You press onto her leg harder. “No! Momo, listen to me for once. Why? Why now?” Your aggression pleases Momo; she flashes a smile. “All of us have been friends forever; what changed? Why me? You’re always pushing me around.” 

“Why wouldn’t it be you? We’ve spent our lives together. I loved when we fought as kids; I loved seeing you try and fight back when I pushed you around. As for why now, Mina made the first move.”  Momo’s voice softened when she mentioned your time fighting as kids. Momo breaks the eye contact you shared and looks toward the wall of mirrors.  “Look, I loved you for a long time now. I only know how to show it by pushing you around. I want to see that aggressive side of you again. You stopped fighting me long ago, and I didn’t- I don’t know how else to show my feeling for you.” Your aggression fades as you release her leg; you grab her right leg and start stretching it in the same way. 

“Momo, I-” You’re unable to come up with the words to respond to her. Taken aback by her sudden declaration of love and leaving herself open, all you can do is help her stretch. You bring back that old resolve you had given up. You press against her leg harder than before.

“Hey! You’re being too rough.” Momo snaps at you. 

“Well, if it’s so rough, why don’t you make me stop?” You smirk as you meet Momo’s eyes once again. She returns the smile.

“Oh yeah? Think I can’t push you around again?”

“I don’t think you can. So make me.” Upon hearing those words, Momo shifts the leg you were holding onto, causing you to fall on top of her. Quickly she rolls to the side, making you land on the floor, with her straddling you.

“Looks like I win again,” Momo says, full of confidence. 

“I’m not done yet” You roll Momo onto her back and grab her arms, pinning her to the floor. As you keep your position over her, your face close to hers unconsciously leans forward. Momo matches your movements, and your lips meet. As the two of you share a kiss, Momo wraps her legs around you. You stay in that position for a while; once you finally break the kiss, you look at Momo.

“What is that all you got?” She says in a mocking voice. You bring her hands together above her head to let you hold them down with just one of yours. You reach under her sweatshirt with your free hand and start groping her tits. Finding her nipple, you start tweaking it with your fingers. Momo starts squirming under you and lets out slight moans.

“Where’s that strength you were so confident in, Momo? I thought you were going to push me around.”  Momo goes from squirming under you to actively struggling, hearing you mock her. She’s able to free one of her hands, and with it, she can roll you over again.

Now on top, she takes off her sweatshirt, revealing her tits to you. Momo quickly takes your hands and pins you to the ground as you reach for them. Due to her shorter stature, Momo has to lean forward, leaving her tits dangling in front of your face. You take this opportunity to attach yourself to her tit and swirl your tongue around her nipple; Momo’s back arcs as you suck on her tits. Her grip over you weakens, but you allow her to maintain her position. Once you think she has had enough with one, you switch to her other tit. Momo lets out a whimper as you start playing with her other nipple. She’s forced to let you as she reaches into your pants to grab your cock. The sudden movement shocks you and causes you to release her nipple. 

“I think you’ve had enough fun toying with me,” Momo says as she starts to stroke your cock. Momo kisses you again, and your tongues wrestle for dominance. She breaks the kiss and starts to move down your body, stripping away your pants and underwear with her free hand.  Momo gets close to your cock and slaps her tongue several times with it. Momo takes the head of your cock in, watching your reaction closely. You try to stay as still as possible, not wanting to give her confidence. It works well until Momo suddenly starts to swirl her tongue around you. Your grunts give Momo what she wants; she continues teasing you this way. “That’s right; it’s my turn now. C’mon, let me hear you” When she finally decides to start bobbing your head, you thrust your hips upward, and your sudden movement catches her off guard. Momo coughs a little “At least warn me if you’re going to do that.” She returns to sucking your cock; you feel her tongue playing with the underside as she bobs her head. Occasionally she takes you in deeper, causing you to hit the back of her throat. You hold the sides of Momo’s head and start using her mouth. Once you place your hands on her, she knows what you would do, and Momo lets you take control of her. As you push and pull Momo, spit leaks from her mouth. 

“Momo, I’m going to cum” You speed up your movements, and Momo’s hair starts flying around. When your cock starts to pulse in her mouth. You hold her in place as she drinks all of your cum. Releasing your grip on Momo, she wraps her lips around your cock, cleaning it as she slowly pulls away from you. Once she’s done, you see Momo’s chin slick with her spit. She uses her arm to wipe it away, then crawls over you to straddle you again. 

Grinding herself on your cock, she lets you hear her moans. “I want it” She starts to take off her leggings before you stop her. 

“Keep them on; I’ll make this easier for you.”

You grab the clothing’s crotch area and tear it, allowing Momo to ride you. She smiles at you, moving her panties to the side with one hand. She aligns herself with your cock, before lowering herself slowly. Momo moans as she takes every inch of you inside her. Momo places her hands on your chest to support herself. “Fuck, you’re so big. Shit.” She takes time to adjust to your size before she starts bouncing on your cock. Every bounce on your cock, causes Momo to roar out in pleasure. You help her along by grabbing her clothed ass and keeping her at a steady pace. You can feel every detail of her warm wet walls as they separate, allowing you to go further into Momo. Momo leans in for a kiss as you keep her bouncing on your cock. Her juices spread between your bodies, and you start to meet her pussy with your thrusts. As you kiss her, Momo is unable to stop her moans, letting you play with her tongue as you wish.  You’re the first to start reaching your orgasm; knowing this, Momo stops her bouncing and starts grinding against you.

“You need to hold on a little longer; I’m so close,” Momo tells you. To help her along, you start groping her tits, pinching her nipple between your thumb and pointer finger like before. Momo’s moans grow louder as she nears her climax. She bites her lower lip, trying to hold on. At this point, you roll her over onto her back as you start thrusting into her. “Fuck wait, I’m going to cum.”

“I’m going to cum too, Momo.”

“Fuck, cum inside me. Make me your woman”  Mom wraps her legs around you, keeping you from pulling out. You keep thrusting inside Momo until you feel yourself about to blow. You plant yourself firmly in Momo’s pussy as your cum starts to pour into her. She raises herself to capture your lips. You kiss her back as you finish unloading yourself in her. Momo unwraps her legs, allowing you to pull out of her. You roll over next to her. “That was great, wasn’t it?”

“You can say that again,” you reply. The two of you lay on the floor in silence for a time. Momo rolls onto her side to face you.

“Hey, so… Does this mean you choose me?” Her voice is soft, like when she let herself be vulnerable before.  You turn to face Momo; you can’t remember another time that she looked at you so sincerely. You lay there stunned by this rare expression.

“I-” Momo places her finger on your lips, keeping you from speaking another word. Her face now carries a worried expression.

“I-I don’t think I’m ready to hear what you have to say. I thought I was, but I’m scared… ca-can you just hold me? Please?” Today you’ve seen so many sides of Momo that you never got to see, her soft side, her nervous side. She lacks her usual confidence as she stares at you longingly. 

“Sure, Momo” You scooch over to her, and she hugs you tightly, burying her head in your chest. You pat her back as you start thinking about this entire situation; you have to choose at some point, if not now. You’re not given too much time to think about it, though, as Chaeyoung bursts through the door.

“Hey! Are you guys having fun in here? I thought I’d-” Chaeyoung freezes as she the two of you in your embrace. “Oh. I- I should leave, shouldn’t I?” Before she leaves the room, you see the flash of her camera go off; Momo notices it too. 

“Hey, Chaeyoung!” Momo immediately lets go of you and starts to go after Chaeyoung. “You can’t let anyone see that!” Chaeyoung, in a moment of panic, runs into the room instead of closing the door on Momo. This creates the situation of you watching a half-naked Momo chase after Chaeyoung through the broken machinery.

“I’m sorry, I won’t do it again!” 

“You’re right because you’ll be in the ground!”  You let out a laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. Eventually, the two get tired and end up on a bench, Momo holding onto Chaeyoung to keep her in place.

“Look, I’m sorry, but when is the next time I’ll be able to see you in that position, Momo? It’ll be a funny memory.” Chaeyoung tries to reason with Momo.

“Delete it, Chae,” Momo replies in a stern voice. 

“...Fine” Chaeyoung’s disappointed in the loss of her photo and deletes it. 

“Good. Now that that’s cleared up, can you bring me the extra clothes I brought?”

“Yeah, I’ll go get them” Chaeyoung leaves the room to get Momo’s clothes, leaving you two alone again.

“That was pretty funny, you know?”

Momo glares at you.

“Me showing you that side of me stays between us” You nod your head, and Chaeyoung comes in with the clothes. You both get dressed and make your way home; it’s already been dark for a couple of hours when you arrive. After hugging her, you go your separate ways and enter your home. You’re greeted by Sana and Mina talking to your parents. It seems like they were having a fun conversation. 

“What’s going on here? What did I miss?”

“Oh, Sana and Mina were looking for you today, but we told them you had gone out with Momo earlier.” You glance and Mina and Sana; they’re both watching you intently.

“Why don’t you guys come to my room so we can talk?” Saying that, you all make your way to your bedroom. “So…” you say, unsure what to say to them.

“Y-You were with Momo?” Mina asks nervously. 

“Yeah, she dragged me away in the morning. So what did you guys want from me?”  

Sana takes her turn to speak, “Well, we want to take you on a date. One weekend you’ll be with me, and the next weekend with Mina.”

“Is that so?” 

“Yep, it looks like Momo already got her turn. I think she already told you what’s going on, so there’s no refusing.” Sana says with a cheeky smile. “Well, that’s all we wanted to say; we’ll be on our way now” As she walks to leave, Sana gives you a light spank. Mina spares passing glances and tries to do the same but misses before hurrying out. You lay on your bed and check your phone before you go to sleep, and you notice a message from an unknown number. Looking at the message, you see the photo Chaeyoung took earlier. 

“Hey, don’t tell Momo I sent this to you before deleting it” You chuckle and, exhausted from the day, you pass out on your bed, hoping that you’ll be able to survive the next couple of weeks.

[abbatoirablaze]

Putting Baby In The Corner, Chapter 13

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings:  angst, cheating?, implied smut.

Anya didn’t say a word to Lance when the doctor turned on the machine, and she saw the little semi-formed blob in her stomach.  Nor did she so much at glance at him when she heard the steady little thumping of a heartbeat.  Her own heart raced at the thought. 

She had a baby inside of her.

His baby. 

Her career was over before it even began.  She bit the inside of her cheek hard enough to draw blood as she thought about her own parents.  She knew she was conceived shortly after the Olympics, and she wondered if they really wanted her.  

Her father was always very caring towards her, but her own mother was sometimes more cold and calculating than anything. 

Was she going to turn into her mother?

The thoughts raced in her mind, a million different little directions being created as she tried to pick one out; something to focus on.  She only spared Lance a glance when he walked her back to his room. 

She hadn’t remembered taking the sonogram picture from the doctor.  Nor had she remembered the end of the appointment.  What she did know, was that she was clinging to the sonogram picture with a death grip.  Her knuckles had nearly gone to a ghostly pallor.

“A-are you okay?”

She bit her lip to keep it from warbling, the tears stinging the corners of her eyes.  Lance felt his heart breaking all over again as he looked at her, knowing that it was in part his own fault, “d-do you want me to get you something?  I could run you a show-“

“I-I think I need to think about things.”

Lance’s heart ached at the implication of her words.  The two of them had just admitted their feelings not too long ago, and their relationship was just starting, but those dreaded words were ones that he was all too familiar with.  He felt lightheaded as he looked at the sonogram picture in her hands, “th-think about things?  Yo-you aren’t thinking of-”

But he cut himself off, unable to say the words that he was thinking.  Her eyes shot to his and she shook her head, “n-no…no…I-I’m keeping the baby…”

Lance breathed a sigh of relief.  One that he himself hadn’t even realized that he was holding in.  She gave him a surprised look. 

“Y-you’re okay with that?”

Lance nodded, reaching out to her.  His large hands cupped her face, “I want whatever you want, Anya…”

“W-what if I didn’t want the baby?”

Even before the question finished leaving her lips, Lance had let his own heartache at the sheer thought, cross his features.  It was a look that she caught, and one that made her feel terrible for even asking.

“I-I would ask you to keep it…” he said truthfully.  His hands left her face, and he rubbed her arms soothingly, before finally settling on her hips, “I do love you, Anya…but if you didn’t want our child…I-I would ask that you sign it over to me after you have it…I would still ask you to have it.”

She nodded, the tears streaming down her cheeks.  She knew that she wanted to keep the child, but there were still too many unanswered questions, “I-I’m scared Lance…”

“I know, baby.”

“I-I still think I should take some time though…to think.  I-I’m going to go for a walk.”

Lance frowned, “y-you should really go with someone.”

“I’ll be fine…,” she said in a soft, reassuring tone, “you should go to the gym…let the girls know that I’m okay…bu-but you need to focus on them.”

“I need to focus on you,” Lance said quickly, his own mind already prioritizing the woman he loved and his unborn child over his job, “fuck the games…I need to take care of you, Anya…I need to take care of our child.”

She gave him a wistful look before leaning up and pressing a small kiss to his lips.  Then she gave him the slightest nudge, “go make sure the girls are trained…someone needs to win the golds if I can’t.  And the next event is in two days.”

“Anya…”

Lance had stayed late with the girls, knowing that she would understand.  He hadn’t told them anything, only that she wasn’t going to be competing any further in the games.   And sure enough, they all assumed it was from drugs.  But Lance only said that it was a medical issue, and that they pulled her for her health.  Tiff ended up leaving early, upset over the news. 

But as Lance looked through the room, his heart began to break. 

Her shampoo and bodywash was missing from the shower.  Her skincare setup no longer sat on the large sink.  And her bags were missing from his room.  No longer did the sleek luggage sit in the corner.  Her USA track suit wasn’t hung up in the closet. 

“Anya?”

The pain that laced his voice was something he couldn’t hide. 

She’d left while he was in the gym with the girls, without so much as a goodbye.

He picked up his phone, and immediately called her, but he was sent to voicemail.  His heart wrenched at the thought that maybe she had blocked his number and was screening his calls.  So he did what any heartbroken man would do-he went to the bar.  But it wasn’t long, before Hope showed up, leaving the already aching man with a new resentment.

“Awww, you sad because your little star scorer can’t compete?”

“Fuck off, Hope,” Lance seethed, throwing back his white Russian.  She smirked, knowing that she was under his skin.  When she was still staring at him a few seconds later he glared at her, “what the hell are you looking at?”

“You fucked her, didn’t you?”

“I’m no-“

“You don’t need to deny it,” she laughed, throwing back her own shots, “it’s written all across your face.  I saw her with her bags in the lobby a little while after you went to the gym.  But guessing by your pissy little attitude, I’m going to say that it wasn’t your choice to send her home.”

“I’m not talking about it with you.”

“So, what was it?” she prodded, “heart condition?  Popped lung from a rib poking through?  I know she didn’t break any bones.”

“Hope-“

“We don’t have to talk about it,” she said quickly, her eyes flickering to the new drink that was pushed in front of him by the bartender.  Her hand delicately slid over his thigh, and rode high on it, “I can just…help you take the edge off…”

“Stop.”

“Come on Lance,” she teased, “I know I made you feel good when we…you know.”

“I was a kid then.  What we did is ancient news…”

“And I’ve learned some tricks since then,” she smiled in a sickeningly sultry voice, “we can have a few more drinks if you want…I can…convince you.”

Lance groaned; the heavy feeling seeping through his head as he tried to sit up without the contents of his stomach making an appearance. 

But that didn’t come.

The feeling that did come was much worse.  His heart ached as he looked beside himself and saw Hope smug and naked beside him. 

“Just one more shot, Lance…gimme that gold.”

His stomach lurched, but not because of the alcohol.  Because he felt like he cheated on Anya, even knowing that they weren’t really in a relationship.  He ran to the bathroom, the contents of his stomach finally making a resurgence as he clung to the porcelain. 

He had barely noticed the tears that had begun sliding down his cheeks until he sniffled.  Only when he went to wipe his nose with some tissue, did his hand come away wet with fresh tears. 

“Get over her Lance,” Hope shrugged, appearing in the doorway in nothing more than the bedsheet, “come back to bed and let me take care of you again.”

“Get the hell out of my room, Hope.”

“You’re such a fucking asshole, Lance Tucker.”

She stormed around his room for a few more minutes, making sure to make as much noise as possible while she dressed, before slamming the door upon her exit.  Lance, meanwhile, only curled up in a ball on the floor and began crying about how he fucked up his relationship with the girl of his dreams, and how he’d never see his unborn child. 

Chapter 14

[mingkittish]

The Aftermath: A litg Bobby fanfic.

Chapter two: Talking. Lots and lots of talking

Bobby and Cassey woke up early. They had their breakfast and started to pack some more of Cassey’s things. They’re packing all of Cassey’s cosmetics and makeup.

Bobby: You know, for someone that doesn’t wear makeup all the time, you sure do have a lot? *Cassey giggled*

Cassey: It’s not that much? I declutterd like more than half of my things!

Bobby: You got rid of half and this is what’s left?! This is still a lot, Cassey! And why do you need so much? The only time I’ve seen you with makeup was back at love island and that’s almost two months ago? I’ve never seen you wear any makeup since then?

Cassey: I have worn makeup since then just not a lot. And I always wear makeup when I’m filming.

Bobby: Alright, if you say so? Where are we going to leave all this stuff? I’m going to have to make more room for you, when we get home? *he said wide eyed, Cassey giggled*

Cassey: It’ll be fine Bobby. I’ll see if I can order like a good makeup case to put it all in. That way you don’t need to make as much room for all of my things. *she smiled*

After Bobby and Cassey were done with all the packing they decided to go outside for a walk and get something to eat. When they got back then did the final packing and cleaned up the place. They decided to order a pizza and watch some more Love Island on Cassey’s bed.

Cassey: Ugh… I’m really dreading this episode…

Bobby: Why?

Cassey: Because this is that day spa with the girls and it was horrible! They just kept arguing all the time! I didn’t enjoy any of it!

Bobby: Ahw Lass. *he wrapped an arm around her* I’m sure it’ll be fine? And besides you’ll also get to see what the lad’s and I were up to? You know? Captain Long-Bob? *Cassey beamed at him*

Cassey: We’ll I do would like to see that. Okay let’s play.

Episode 21

The episode starts off in the bedroom. All the girls got a text about a spa day at the beach. They got dressed and headed downstairs where the jeep’s were waiting, to take the girls to their destination. The girls have arrived at a beautiful cabana by the sea. The girls head over to the bar for some sangria.

While the girls toast and cheer, the boys back at the Villa woke up without the girls being there.

Scene:

There’s some rumbling going on in the bedroom. All the boys started to wake up one by one. Lot’s of groaning and stretching. One of the boys noticed that the girls were missing.

Gary: Oi! Where did the girls go?

All the other started to notice too

Noah: You think they’re getting ready in the dressing room?

Henrik: I’ll go and check.

Henrik walked over to the dressing room and knocked on the door. Couple of other boys followed him.

Henrik: Hello? Are you girls in there? *No one responded. He open the door to check Inside*

Ibrahim: No ones here?

Bobby: where could they’ve gone to?

*There’s a bunch of ‘I don’t know’s’ mumbling*

Gary: You don’t think they went back to casa amor, again? *There’s a slight panic in Bobby’s eyes*

Graham: Don’t be ridiculous why would they do that? *Gary frowned at him*

A phone went off!

Henrik: Hey, I got a text! (Boy’s, the girls are away for a little RnR. You’ve got the place all to yourself’s. Don’t worry they’ll be back before dinner. Have fun and try not to break anything? #homealone #boysjustwannahavefun) So the girls are away for the day?

Gary: And we’ve got the place all to ourselves? Awesome!

Bobby: So what are we going to do?

Gary: I’ll tell you what I’m going to do, I’m going to hit the gym!

Ibrahim: Great idea I’ll come join you.

Henrik: I’m going to take a dip in the pool!

Graham: Excellent! Me too!

The boys got dressed and all went about there day.

End scene:

Cassey: Were you really afraid that we were back at casa again? *Bobby rolled his eyes*

Bobby: Pfff, no…. *Cassey giggled*

Cassey: Really, then what was that look on your face when Gary mentioned it? *she asked with an raised eyebrow*

Bobby: Fine… *He sighed* Yes, I was a bit scared you girls were gone again… You happy? *Cassey giggled again*

Cassey: Ahw, Bobby! *she snuggled up to him*

They continue watching…

Back at the beach spa, the girls are sitting by the poolside on the sun loungers. They’re giving each other mani pedi’s. Marisol is giving Cassey a hand massage. It didn’t take long for the girls to start bickering again. Chelsea jumped in trying to change the subject, by announcing who should be which spice girl, which she was on about, before the girls went on their trip. Some of the girls weren’t into it and decided to head over the bar. Chelsea asked Cassey to help her out. After they picked out which girl is which spice girls. Elisa also got up to go over to the bar. And wanted Cassey to come with her. Cassey didn’t like the way Elisa talked to her and acted a bit impatient, so she politely declined. Then Elisa asked Marisol instead. Marisol asked Cassey to come and join them later.

Cassey: Oh yeah…? I wonder why Elisa wanted me to come with her?

Bobby: So, why didn’t you?

Cassey: Didn’t you see the way she was acting? I didn’t go with her because, the way she asked came across a bit rude?

Bobby: I get that? It didn’t stop Marisol from going with her?

Cassey: that’s because Marisol fancied her.

They continue watching…

Back at the Villa, all of the boys have gathered by the pool. Some are in the water others are chilling on the loungers.

Bobby and Gary felt a bit bored so they looked around for something to do they found a bunch of pool floaties. They took them all to the other lad’s

Scene:

Gary: Yo! Fella’s look what we found?!

Noah and Ibrahim look up from the loungers. Graham and Henrik stopped mid swimming. All the boys have gathered ‘round Bobby and Gary.

Noah: Where did you find all of this?

Bobby: We found them in a closet, look how many it is!!

Henrik: What do you think we should do with them.

Bobby: Well, Gary and I thought about blowing the all up and filling the pool with it?

Graham: That sounds like it could be fun?

All the boys started blowing all the floaties up, then they realised that some were shaped like boats.

Ibrahim: Look, some of them are shaped like boats.

Gary: You’re right. That one even look’s like a pirate ship. *He points to the one that Noah’s blowing up*

Bobby ran across and yanked the pirate ship floaty out of Noah’s hands.

Noah: What the hell, Bobby?! I’m going to get you for that! *He grabbed a pool noodle and started to run after Bobby, except Bobby is to quick*

Bobby: Haha! If you think you can defeat old Long Bob Cupcake?! You’d better think again! Arr! *He said with a pirate voice*

Noah: LongBob Cupcake? *he said confused*

Bobby: It’s my pirate name. *he said in his normal voice* You know, like Long John Silver?

Noah: But why the cupcake? *Bobby rolled his eyes*

Bobby: Because, it’s my speciality? *he replied sarcastically* Arrr! Me matties! I think we should be setting sail to the edge of the wirld *he said with a pirate voice, again*

Bobby ran over to the pool and jumped in the other guys joined m and they started jousting with the pool noodles and played pirate’s.

End scene:

Cassey: I cannot believe I missed all that?! That looked like so much fun!

Bobby: I know we had a blast! But I’m kinda glad you weren’t there…

Cassey: Really, why?

Bobby: You’ll probably see in a bit?

They continue watching…

Back at the day spa, the girls have all gather at the cabana. Shannon said some about Jo and Jo overheard her. That’s when the girls started to argue again. Hope is trying her best to mediate and Cassey’s helping, but there’s little success. Then Shannon called Cassey a people pleaser and that’s where Cassey started to lose it.

Scene:

Cassey: People pleaser?! PEOPLE PLEASER?!!! I could not care any less about you people!!! I don’t even wanna fucking be here right now and listen to your shitty argument! All I want to do is, go back to the villa and give Bobby a big old snog! But I can’t even do that! BECAUSE I’M NOT COUPLED UP WITH HIM!!!! You can all just suck it!!! *Cassey walked away, over to the beach, angrily smacking one of the empty gift bag screaming while doing so*

All the girls are in shock because of Cassey’s outburst.

Chelsea: Oh my days! I’ve never seen Cassey act out like that?

Lottie: Yeah, I think it all really got to her, this time.

Hope: I should go and check on her.

Lottie: No, I think it’s better if I go. You’re needed over here. *Lottie walked over to Cassey*

Cassey’s sitting in the sand crying. She wiped her tears, when Lottie came over and sat down beside her. She put her arm around Cassey and gave her a squeeze.

Lottie: I know you miss him, hun. He misses you too. You know?

Cassey: He does? *Lottie nodded*

Lottie: Of course! That boy is mad about you!

Cassey: It just sucks, so much! *Cassey wipes away her tears* All I want to do is be with him.

Lottie: And you will! Remember, what the tea leaves said? It’s gonna be a rocky road. But eventually you’ll get back together. And with new islanders, there’s probably going to be another recoupling soon. And that’s when you can finally be with each other again. And it’ll be amazing.

Cassey: Really? How do you know that?

Lottie: Because, the leaves have never failed me. And I’ve seen you two together, you belong with each other. *She gave Cassey another squeeze, the other girls are still bickering in the background* Looks like Hope could really use our help? *they both look over their shoulders*

Cassey: I guess you’re right…*she sighed*

Cassey and Lottie walked back over to the pool. The girls are all talking through each other. Hope is trying her best to calm everyone down. Cassey started to speak. But no one could hear her over the noise. Lottie whistled to grab everyone’s attention. They all stopped talking and looked over at the two girls. Lottie gave Cassey a nudge.

Cassey: Hey, Girls…

Shannon: What a surprise Cassey wants our attention…

Hope: Shhh!! Let the girl speak. *cassey gave Hope an appreciated smile, Hope winked at her* Go on, babe.

Cassey: So… There is this quote by Dita Von Teese. ‘You can be the ripest most juiciest peach there is. But there will always be someone that hates peaches’

Hope: Babe, Where are you going with this? *she looked confused at Cassey*

Cassey: What I’m trying to say is… that, with so many people in one place, there’s always something, going to happen that we don’t all agree on. But, we all still have to learn to live with each other. Now, I’m not saying you have to be best friends, but, at least try to tolerate one an other. Okay?

Chelsea: Babes, that was beautiful *she started to slow clap, Hope stopped her*

Cassey: We’re all here looking for love, but we don’t want to hurt anyone along the way.

Lottie: Or be hurt ourselves.

Cassey: Exactly. So, let’s just try and be honest with each another?

Marisol: That’s a good rule of thumb, Cassey.

Elisa: For some reason, I actually feel better now that Cassey said that.

Jo: Me too.

The girls all started to apologise to each other. And they enjoyed the rest of their spa day

End scene:

Bobby: Wow! If had know’n all that?! I think I would’ve been a bit more confident about us.

Cassey: What do you mean?

Bobby: I think you’re going to find out, now?

They continue watching…

Back at the Villa, all the boy are done with playing pirates and they’re now all chilling in the pool on their floaties. Noah looked over at Ibrahim who has a worried look on his face.

Scene:

Noah: You alright Rahim? It felt like your head was somewhere else back at the gym.

Ibrahim: I don’t know, man. *he sucked on his teeth* I guess I’m still thinking about what happened last night? That argument the girls were having… I feel like that’s actually somewhat my fault?

Noah: What makes you think that?

Ibrahim: Because, I was the one that kissed Jo and didn’t tell Shannon about it.

Gary: I wouldn’t worry about it to much, girls are always chaotic like that. You’ve seen the way they barked at Bobby. And he only tried to help them. I’d just stay out of it, and they can sort it out themselves.

Henrik: How are you feeling, Bobby? You walked over to pool instead of heading back inside with us? *bobby sighed*

Bobby: I just, I just needed to clear my head a bit. That argument… it was just all to much for me.

Noah: How’re you feeling now?

Bobby: Honestly? If it weren’t for Cassey, I’d probably still feel like shite?

Henrik: Cassey? *he asked surprised, Bobby started to turn a bit pink, but quickly cleared his throat*

Bobby: Uhh… Yeah, she came over to check on me. And she cheered me up a bit. *Henrik looked thoughtfully at Bobby*

Out of nowhere Gary smacked Bobby with a pool noodle, making Bobby lose his balance and he fell into the water. Some boys looked surprised others laughed.

Bobby: Oi! Why’d you do that for?

Gary: Dunno? Things were getting a bit serious and it bummed me out. Never seen you like that so I’d thought to smack you out of it? *he grinned, at Bobby*

Bobby looked mischievously at Gary swam over to him a tipped him over making him fall into water as well. All the boys laughed.

Ibrahim: Speaking of serious?

Gary: Really? You want me to smack you too?

Ibrahim: Of course not! But for real. Who, uhm… Who do you guys actually see yourselves with in here? And possibly on the outside?

Noah: Well… I think for me it’s gotta be Hope. I’ve been with her since the beginning and I think I could see ourselves on the outside? Why’d you ask by the way? You not feeling it with Shannon?

Ibrahim: Nah, not really…? I actually feel more of a connection with Jo.

Gary: Really? *He looked thoughtfully at Ibrahim* Well, I always thought it would be Cassey. But, it turns out she has her mind pretty much set in someone else… *He glanced over at Bobby* So, I think I’m gonna try for Lottie.

Henrik: Really, Lottie? Things didn’t go well with Chelsea?

Gary: Nah… Plus, she got her eye on somebody else, so… *he looked Henrik straight in the eye, Henrik looked clueless at him*

Henrik: I can really see myself with Cassey. She’s cute, she funny and just really fancy her.

Bobby: If you fancy her so much, then why did you switch with that Blake, girl? *Henrik looked surprised at Bobby*

Henrik: I know that, I have misjudged, Cassey in the beginning. But that was before I really got to know her and now, I really do think she and I could make it outside.

Bobby frowned when he heard Henrik say that. He shook his head and got out of the pool.

Graham: What gotten into him?

Gary: You wouldn’t know. *He snarked at Graham and he got out of the pool as well*

Gary walked over to Bobby in the kitchen. He’s filling up his water bottle. And drinking from it.

Gary: Yo, Bob’s. I don’t think you should worry about Henrik. *Bobby stopped drinking and looked at Gary in disbelief*

Bobby: Not worry?! Of course I’m worried! How can I compete with that?! *he gestures over to the pool where Henrik is* there’s no way I’m going to get Cassey back, with him in the way?

Gary: Yes, you will. *he gave Bobby a pointed look*

Bobby: How’d you know that?

Gary: Because, Chels told me that Cassey wanted to couple up with you.

Bobby: I know… she told me too. But he could still turn her head… *He looked down*

Gary: Mate! I couldn’t even turn her head. And none of those Casa lad’s could either. What makes you think he can?

Bobby: I don’t know… *before bobby could talk further the two boys heard shouting*

Ibrahim: Yo! Fella’s! The girls are back!

Bobby and Gary walk over and join the other boy’s by the gate. the girls have just arrived. When Cassey got a text. The public has chosen a couple to make dinner. And they picked Henrik and Cassey.

End scene:

Cassey: Oh my gosh, Bobby!!! *She cuddled him really tightly* You really thought Henrik was gonna turn my head?! *She kissed him on the cheek and snuggled him*

Bobby: Alright, alright… And now you know why it was better that you weren’t there… *Cassey smiled at him*

Cassey: I think it would’ve been better if I were there, I probably would’ve snogged you. But you know… secretly… *she blushed and giggled*

Bobby: You are. Adorable. *He hugged and gave her squeeze*

They continue watching…

Cassey and Henrik are in the kitchen discussing what they’re going to make for dinner. Henrik asked Cassey of she’s any good with cooking.

Scene:

Henrik: Wow, look at all this stuff!

Cassey: I know! I’m even sure what to make?

Henrik: We can make anything we want. I’m a bit nervous to be honest. Lot of pressure cooking for all of them!

Cassey: Why are you nervous? You’ve cooked for me before and I thought it was nice.

Henrik: Yeah, but that’s different. I usually only cook for one person. I’ve never cooked for a whole group of people. Are you much of a cook, Cassey?

Cassey: Well, I’m no Gordon Ramsey, that’s for sure! *she giggled* But, I like to think I’m a decent cook? I mean, I have made a few recipe videos for my channel before.

Henrik: I cannot imagine you being like Gordon Ramsey. You’re too nice.

Cassey: I take it you’ve never seen me swear before? *she giggled*

Henrik: No, I have not. *he smiled*

Cassey: You should see me on twitch, then. I’m not going to lie. But I wouldn’t mind calling someone a ‘fucking donkey’ or ‘idiot sandwich’? *Cassey stopped to think* Although I have called Bobby that one time… *she reminisced, then she looked over at Henrik and smirked, in the most worst Gordon Ramsey imitation ever she yelled at Henrik* Henrik! You Focking donkey! *Henrik looked surprised at Cassey and bursted out laughing*

Henrik: For so someone who’s Scottish your accent is horrible! *they both laughed*

Cassey: I know! My accent is all over the place.

Henrik: How’s that?

Cassey: Well, I was born in the Netherlands. But, both of my parents are Scottish, and I grew up watching a lot of American television. *she giggled* so my accent is a mixture of British, American and Dutch. Also known as BAD. *Henrik looked confused at Cassey until he realised what she just said and laughed*

Henrik: Haha! Good one! You know, sometimes I think you’re actually funnier than Bobby. *He smiled at her, she blushed*

Cassey: Better not say that in front him, his ego might get damaged.

Henrik: I will keep that in mind. *they both giggled* So. What should we make?

Cassey looked at the variety of foods, she felt a bit overwhelmed by it all and especially after such exhausting day she chose to go for som easy.

Cassey: Let’s make pasta. It’s easy and simple to make. *henrik beamed at her*

Henrik: That’s an excellent idea! I was thinking the same. You know what they say? ‘Great minds think of pasta’.

Cassey: Do they really say that or are you saying that? *she teased, Henrik blushed*

Henrik: So… pasta, with what?

Cassey: Hmmm? How ‘bout a garlic and cream sauce?

Henrik: Ooh? That sounds delicious! Is that one of your recipes?

Cassey: It is… *She blushed*

Cassey and Henrik started cooking together.

End scene:

Bobby: Really? ‘Better not say that in front of him’? ‘His ego might get damaged’?! I have never! *he said dramatically and started tickling Cassey, she squealed*

Cassey: But it did, didn’t it? *she said mid laughing, Bobby looked at her confused*

Bobby: What did? *He stopped tickling Cassey and sat up right*

Cassey: It bruised you ego a bit when Henrik said I was funnier than you? *She smirked*

Bobby: Pffft no it didn’t… *he rolled his eyes* You are a funny gal, Lass. I can’t deny that.

Cassey: But just not funnier than you?

Bobby: I did not say that. You’re different funny. You know, like you’re humor is more based on sarcasm and punchy one liners and swear words, and mine is jokes, imitation and pranks. So we’re both equally funny in our own way. *He smiled at her. She grinned at him*

Cassey: You’re the worst. *she hits him with a pillow*

Bobby: I know. *He grabbed the pillow and grinned cheeky at her but instead of hitting her with he leaned in for a kiss* let’s watch the rest of it shall we?

They continue watching…

Henrik and Cassey are busy making dinner. Cassey put the linguine in the pot with boiling water. Henrik started chopping up onions.

Scene:

Henrik: These onions are making my eyes well up! Isn’t there meant to some trick to stop from onions hurting your eyes?

Cassey: Oh, there are plenty. But they’re all like time consuming? Ain’t nobody’s got got time for that! So, you’ll just have to suck it up and chop faster. *she giggled*

Cassey’s busy making the sauce, when Henrik made a comment about how he thought cooking together is kinda “hot”. And asked if she’s ever been “intimate” in the kitchen before… She said no and Henrik took it as an opportunity for a cheeky kiss. But Cassey turned him down and said to focus on the food instead.

End scene:

Bobby: That was such a relief when you said you didn’t do kitchen bit’s.

Cassey: Of course not, that’s so unsanitary! *she said sarcastically*

Bobby: And. You are absolutely right!

They continue watching…

Henrik and Cassey finished making the dinner and served it on fourteen plates covered with a silver dome, set it on a kart and brought it over to the others. Everyone sitting at a long the dinner table decorated with cheap white tablecloths. Everyone is nice and thanking the two for their trouble, except Shannon’s being a bit picky. Bobby asked what they’ve made.

Scene:

Hope: This must’ve been quite a lot of work.

Noah: Yeah, thank you so much.

Bobby: So, what are we having?

Cassey: We’ve prepared linguine with roasted garlic Alfredo sauce for you tonight.

Chelsea: Really? That sounds gorgeous.

Graham: Nice. Some hearty carbs.

Shannon: Isn’t pasta a bit basic, though?

Cassey: Maybe, you’re a bit basic!

Hope: Cassey!

Cassey: No! I’ve had it up to here with you Shannon! When you first came into the villa I thought you were this cool and chill person. But you’ve been nothing but whining and complaining this whole day! And then I also had to cook for all of you! So, I’m sorry I went with something that I know, I can make! And at least know that I’ll enjoy it! And if you don’t like my cooking? well then, sucks to be you!

All the islanders are in shock by Cassey’s outburst and then all eyes are turned to Shannon and waiting for her reaction.

Shannon: You’re right and I’m sorry, Cassey. I apologise for my behaviour.

Cassey: Apology accepted. Now! Let us feast! *she clapped her hands* As they say in Dutch ‘eet smakelijk’ which translates to ‘enjoy your meal’

Henrik: Or as they say in Swedish ‘smaklig måltid’. *Cassey beamed at him*

Cassey: Oh my gawd! That’s almost the same! *Henrik smiled back at her*

Henrik: It is, isn’t it?

Bobby cleared his throat really loudly and stood up from his chair.

Bobby: I’d like to propose a toast to Henrik and Cassey, our culinary hosts for the evening.

Lottie: Thank you so much, you two!

Bobby: Henrik, you’re a lucky guy. Cassey, you can do better!

Cassey: Wow, thanks, Bobby.

Chelsea: You two sit down! You worked hard.

End scene:

Cassey: So… what did you mean with ‘you can do better’?

Bobby: Huh? Well… just like said. You could do better than Henrik… *He blushed*

Cassey: But with better, you meant yourself?

Bobby: Actually… I kinda… also… think you can do better than me… *Cassey raised an eyebrow* But, just because I said you you could, doesn’t mean that you should. *Cassey laughed*

Cassey: So, you’re saying that I should settle for you?

Bobby: Yes! That’s exactly what I’m saying. *he wrapped his arm around Cassey and held her really tight and planted a big wet kiss on her cheek*

Cassey: You really are the worst. *she giggled while wiping her cheek of*

Bobby: You know it! *he winked*

They continue watching…

The islanders are enjoying the meal that Cassey provided for them, everyone is complimenting her left, right and centre. The girls told about their day and that Chelsea decided they were the spice girls.

Gary asked if the girls had a lovely time without the boy’s and looked over at Cassey. She told them that there was a lot to talk out but eventually had a nice time. Ibrahim chimed in and was afraid that the girls were fighting about his date with Jo. And then came clean and apologised for the kiss and that is was his fault. Cassey complimented him on his honesty. He asked what else happened. Lottie told the boys that Cassey, was the one that helped clear the air between the girls. Cassey said that Lottie also helped. Hope asked what the boys did while the girls were gone. All the girls started to guess but got it all wrong. Gary asked Cassey to give it a go.

Scene:

Gary: Let’s have another girl guess, Cassey?

Bobby: She’ll never get it. *Cassey narrowed her eyes at Bobby, he pretends not to see it*

Henrik: I think Cassey knows us guys quiet well for now, so this should be good.

Cassey: I don’t know? *she said while rolling her fork in the pasta* You probably played pirates… or something like that?

Noah: Cassey’s right actually. How did you guess?

Cassey: I don’t know? *she rolled her eyes* You’re guy’s there’s a pool full of floaties. Guy’s always do weird roll playing game when girls aren’t around… *Cassey took a big bite of her pasta, then talked with her mouth full* Hey Bobby! Do you like seafood? *Bobby looked over at Cassey who stuck her tongue out with chewed up pasta, everybody was grossed out by Cassey’s action*

Hope: Cassey that’s disgusting! *Cassey looked at Bobby*

Cassey: That’s what you get for doubting me. *Bobby smiled at her and shook his head*

End scene:

Bobby: I cannot believe that you did that?! *Cassey giggled* I was impressed and grossed out at the time.

Cassey: I know I was a bit surprised by it myself?! *She giggled some more* But why did you say that, anyway?

Bobby: Say what?

Cassey: That I would never guess what you guy’s did at the Villa? Did you really think that or were you just taunting me?

Bobby: Cassey, Babe, Lass, I was taunting and teasing you the whole time at the dinner table. Why else do you think I was making all those comments about you and Henrik?

Cassey: So… that was all just to get my attention?

Bobby: Yeah, basically…? *Cassey giggled, again*

Cassey: You’re so silly. *she snuggled up with him*

They continue watching…

After Elisa wanted to know more about the pirate play. Bobby started to speak in a pirate voice and told the boys tale all the other lad’s played along. Then he told that they started off messing around and playing pirates in the pool to talking about who the boys wanted to end up with in the Villa and also see dating on the outside. After some more chatting. A phone buzzed. Cassey got a text it about a recoupling. Everyone got excited, Henrik pointed a Cassey. And Hope told everyone that she’s ready for it. Bobby was teasing her about it. He gave her a hug, while looking in Cassey’s direction, she blushed.

Everyone started to clear. Bobby hung back with Cassey and asked if they could chat for a bit. Bobby and Cassey walked up to the roof terrace and sit close to each other.

Scene:

Cassey: Do you remember when I said I wasn’t sure if you liked me and that I find you hard to read sometimes *Bobby nodded* and you, compared me to a lemon square?

Bobby: It was a lemon drizzle cake, but go on?

Cassey: Well, my minds changed since then… *she blushed*

Bobby: So, you find me harder to read? *Cassey elbows Bobby in the arm*

Cassey: Nooo…. Actually I don’t find you hard to at all anymore. I feel like we’re pretty solid.

Bobby: Yeah me too.

Bobby tried to pull away but Cassey held him even tighter. She whispered in his ear

Cassey: Not yet.

Bobby: Not yet? Alright then. *He buried his face in her hair, after a while he spoke again* Cassey, I as much as I like cuddling with you, I think we really should head back inside. If we stay any longer people are going to wonder where we are and send out a search party for us. *He chuckled*

Cassey: I guess you’re right *she sighed and pulled away slowly booping her nose against his*

Cassey: We really should get back inside now.

Bobby: Disappointing, but you’re right.

Cassey: Disappointing? You’re the one who initiated it first?

Bobby: I know, it’s still disappointing. *Cassey giggled softly and leaned her head against his shoulder, Bobby wrapped an arm around her and kissed the top of her head* You go a head, I’ll come in separately, in a minute.

Cassey: Okay… *she stood up and headed inside, she stopped and turned to Bobby who’s smiling at her* goodnight, Bobby. *she blushed and headed back inside. Bobby sat back with big grin on his face*

It cuts to a bit where you see Cassey walking over the the dressing room with her hands against her heart. She went into the dressing room, closed the door behind her. She’s smiling from ear to ear and did a little twirl throwing her hands in the air and sat down to remove her makeup all smiling while doing so.

End scene:

Bobby: Haha, that was adorable! *he cuddled her* were you dancing because of me?

Cassey: Of course! Bobby, when I finally got to kiss you again I really did not want to let go.

Bobby: I know it took you quite a while to let go of me. Not that I minded. They didn’t really showed much of me but you could see that I also had a huge grin on my face when you left right before they cut to you bit. Which I can understand because watching you is a lot more entertaining! *Cassey gave Bobby a playful shove*

Cassey: Stop it! *she blushed*

Bobby: What it’s true. Look at you dancing. And that’s all because of me. *he smiled at the screen with sparkles in his eyes, he turned his attention back to cassey* shall we watch one more, before we got to bed?

Cassey: We’re already in bed, Bobby.

Bobby: You know what I mean. Before we got to sleep then? *Cassey giggled*

Cassey: Alright, but let’s clean this up first and get ourselves ready for bed.

Cassey and Bobby tidied up and got ready for bed. They snuggled up together again in their pj’s and watched one more episode of Love Island before they go to sleep.

Episode 22

The episode starts off in the bedroom the Islanders are all starting to wake up and chatting with each other. Bobby suggested to have breakfast in bed since it was going t be the last day with everyone together. Lottie offered to take stuff up to the bedroom and Bobby wanted to help to. He asked Cassey what she’d like and she said she wanted croissants for breakfast. Lottie and Bobby went over to the kitchen and brought the stuff over to the bedroom while the other’s got themselves ready. A few moments later Bobby and Lottie are handing out the food. Bobby came over and sat down on Cassey’s bed next her. He handed her a small plate with a croissant and some jam, he asked her if she minded him sitting next to her.

Scene:

Bobby: Mind if I sit here?

Cassey: Only if feed me. *she said cheekily*

Bobby: You’re a demanding costumer, aren’t you? *he laughed* Alright, hold still…

Bobby smeared some jam on the croissant and hold’s it for Cassey, she leaned in to take a bite but has her eyes closed and instead of the croissant, Cassey has Bobby’s finger in her mouth. Both of them are a bit surprised by Cassey’s action. Bobby turned pinked but Cassey kept her cool by running her teeth across his skin. Bobby is stunned but can’t hide the excitement sparkling in his eyes.

Cassey: Hmm, delicious. *she said while licking her lips*

Bobby: I’m glad you think so. *he grinned*

Bobby and Cassey’s flirty moment got interrupted by Chelsea

Chelsea: Oh my god, you two! Get a room! *she teased*

Apparently everyone has been watching Cassey and Bobby’s flirty moment as well.

Bobby: We’re just messing around. There’s nothing… Inappropriate about it.

Chelsea: Then why are you blushing, babes? *she teased again and made Bobby blush even more*

Bobby: Uhm… who else hasn’t had their breakfast yet?

Bobby got up and started handing out food. Chelsea cover her mouth to hide her giggle.

End scene:

Cassey: That was so cute! I really couldn’t take my eyes off you then. I thought you were so cute when you blushed because everyone else was watching us… *she snuggled him*

Bobby: Yeah… I mean I could’ve done without the audience… but looking back at us we are an adorable couple. So it’s not surprise that people would want to watch us? *Cassey giggled*

They continue watching…

The islanders are chatting with each other and talking about their hobbies. Cassey chimed in and said that she’d love to bake with Bobby sometime. Then Hope, Chelsea and Marisol said that they’d like to do that too. Cassey got an annoyed look on her face when she heard the others say that. And got even more annoyed when Bobby told them ‘there was plenty of sugar to go around’

Bobby: Look at your face, you did not like it when I said that did you?

Cassey: Of course not! We were having a really nice moment and then you said that! But so was more annoyed when Hope, Chelsea and Marisol also wanted to bake with you. I was talking about a private baking session not a workshop?! *She crossed her arms in a huff, Bobby grinned and wrapped and arm around Cassey*

Bobby: Ahw Lass. We can have a private baking session whenever you want to. But you can’t deny that it would be fun if we baked with everyone, you remember that cake decorating challenge, and how much fun we all had?

Cassey: That was really fun.

Bobby: And you know, that I’m only joking when I say those things, right? You know, I like the attention. But even with all the attention from those other girls, I will always, only have eyes for you. *He squeezed her and kissed her cheek*

Cassey: Always? *She smirked*

Bobby: Always! *he smiled back*

They continue watching…

Bobby went down to the kitchen to see if there was anymore croissants and Henrik joined him. They didn’t find any.

Scene:

Bobby: I guess, we ate it all? Looks like everything is gone.

Henrik: Yep seems like it? *he stared at Bobby and stayed quiet for a bit* Bobby I want you to know that I won’t be picking Cassey tonight. *Bobby raised both his eyebrows in surprise* Cassey asked me this morning, not to pick her, because she wants to be with you.

Bobby: Really?! Cassey said that?

Henrik: Yes. It’s no use for me to go after her, she made it pretty clear that she doesn’t want to be with me. Especially after your breakfast moment with her.

Bobby: Thanks. I really appreciate it. Have you thought about who you might be picking tonight?

Henrik: Uhm no, not really? I thought about the new girls. But Jo is more into Rahim and Elisa is a bit too glamorous for me, I think.

Noah: What about Chelsea? *Noah just walked into the kitchen* Sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt, I just over heard you two talking about the recoupling. But anyway, Chelsea, she’s pretty into you I think?

Bobby: I think she is, too? She told me that the other day.

Henrik looked at the two boys.

Henrik: Chelsea, huh? She is pretty fun. I guess I could give it a shot?

Bobby: What about you Noah? Who are you going to pick tonight? *He teased him, Noah grabbed Bobby and held him in a headlock*

Noah: I think you already know that? *And he gave Bobby a noogie*

Bobby: Alright, alright. Watch the hair! *He wormed him out of Noah’s hold* Where’s Hope anyway?

Noah: She’s still in the bedroom chatting with Cassey I think? Well she said she was going to chat with her? *Bobby looked thoughtfully at Noah* Anyway I’m going to take a dip in the pool. You guy’s coming?

The boys all went over to the pool.

End scene:

Cassey: Aha so that’s what happened?

They continue watching…

Back at the bedroom all the other islanders have left Hope walked over to Cassey’s bed and sat next to her.

Scene:

Hope: So! The recoupling is tonight are you excited?

Cassey: I am!

Hope: Have you thought about who you want to pick you? *Cassey raised an eyebrow*

Cassey: Are you seriously asking me that? *Hope just blinked at her* Bobby, of course! *Hope smiled at her*

Hope: Of course I know that, hun. But does he know, you want him to pick you?

Cassey: Well, I’d think our little breakfast moment made that pretty obvious?

Hope: Cassey, you know that boy needs more reassurance than that? You need to be direct with him. *She has a cheeky grin on her face* Why don’t we got tell him right now?! *she said with a big smile*

Cassey: What?

Before Cassey could say anything else Hope already ran off.

End scene:

Bobby: I’m not that clueless!

Cassey: But she was right about the reassurance part?

Bobby: Well, I’m sorry that I was actually looking for love?!

They continue watching…

It’s the part where Hope approached Bobby and told him that Cassey wanted him to pick her at the recoupling.

Scene:

Hope: Hey, Bobby! Guess what!

Bobby: What?

Hope: Cassey was just telling me… *she looked over at Cassey who was walking over to her* Cassey wants you to choose her at the recoupling tonight! *Cassey facepalmed and Bobby looked over at her*

Bobby: I thought so. But thanks for the confirmation.

Hope: I’ll leave you two to talk. *she puts a hand on Cassey shoulder and gave her a wink before walking off*

Cassey gave a sarcastic smile at Hope and rolled her eyes when she wasn’t looking. Bobby looked at Cassey and she smiled awkwardly at him.

Bobby: So, we should probably talk about this. *Cassey nodded and sits down on her knees beside him* Are you sure this is what you really want? This might be one of our last chances to recouple before we all have to go home. It’s a big decision and I don’t think we should rush it. Am I really the one you’re after? You didn’t just pulled my name out of a hat and say ‘he’ll do’?

Cassey: Oh my god, Bobby! How many times do I have to tell you! That YOU are the only boy! In this god damn Villa, that I like?! I like you so much! I want to shout it from the rooftop!!

Bobby: Really? That’s a bit dangerous don’t you think?

Cassey: Oh, shut up. *she gave him a little shove* But again. There is only one person I want to pick me tonight, and it’s you.

Bobby: Good, because there’s only one girl that I want to pick tonight, and it’s you. As long as you’re as serious about this as I am. *Cassey looked confused at him* Do you think we can go the distance?

Cassey: What do you mean?

Bobby: Well, it’s one thing to like someone in here, but will that carry over to a proper relationship on the outside? I mean, you’re probably the most fun, outgoing girl, I know. And I could do with more of that energy in my life. *Cassey smiled at him* So, if I pick you tonight, am I just picking you for tonight? Or is there a future for us? *Cassey adjusted her legs and sat next to Bobby, her face turned serious*

Cassey: Well in all honesty… I don’t know? *She held up her shoulders, Bobby looked a bit down when she said that* But. *she gave him a little nudge* I am more than willing to find out? *she winked*

Bobby: I see. *He leaned back on the grass and squinted his eyes against the sun* I’m glad you came to talk to me, Cassey. I’m going to pick you tonight for sure.

Cassey: Yeah? *she smiled*

Bobby: Yeah! Actually I can’t wait. You’ll be there, looking all beautiful as always. And I’ll be like ‘I choose, Cassey!’ And then will officially be a couple, again! *Cassey got so excited that she threw her arms around Bobby’s waist, who slipped off his elbows onto his back laughing in surprise* Careful!

Cassey: I can’t help it I’m just excited to finally get the guy I wanted!

Bobby: I’m not a flipping handbag! But I’m happy too. *he kissed Cassey gently on the lips, she giggled and sat up*

Cassey: I’ll have you know, that I take very good care of my handbags. *She winked at him*

Bobby: I can wait for tonight *he beamed at her*

End scene:

Bobby: When you said that about your handbag I had no idea you were talking about your fancy ysl handbag. *Cassey giggled*

Cassey: But it’s true! I bought that handbag last year for my birthday with the money I earned and when I buy a handbag it’s one for life especially when it cost me an arm and a leg! *Bobby chuckled and cuddled Cassey*

They continue watching…

Cassey walked over to Hope who’s sitting with Noah by the beanbags they’re talking about the recoupling and Hope’s nail polish. Noah got a text one girl will be chosen by the public who gets to choose first. Everyone started to head inside to get ready. Except Bobby, he held Cassey back. He asked how she was feeling, she told him she was excited then Bobby hugged her before they also went inside.

They’re now watching the recoupling scene.

Scene:

Everyone has gathered around the fire pit. The girls are standing opposite the boys. A phone dings Graham stood up and read the text out loud. The public has chosen Marisol who got to pick first. She picked Graham. Then after her one by one the boys picked the girl they wanted to couple up with. Bobby was the last boy to pick…

He turned to face Cassey with outstretched arms. Cassey couldn’t hold in her excitement and pulled him in for a hug. Bobby held Cassey really tight and planted a kiss on her forehead. They both walked over to bench holding hands and sat down. Bobby puts his arm around Cassey’s waist giving her a comforting squeeze.

End scene:

Cassey: I was so so happy to back with you again. You held my hand so tight like you wouldn’t let go.

Bobby: that’s because I didn’t want to. I just wished I wasn’t the last one to pick, you know?

Cassey: I know, but even if you didn’t went last two people would’ve still have gone home?

Bobby: I know… but now it was because of me.

Cassey: Would you’ve felt better if I went with them?

Bobby: What? Absolutely not! You heard me, no matter what I would always pick you. *He held her really tight, Cassey giggled*

They continue watching…

The islanders said goodbye to Elisa and Shannon. Afterwards everyone went about their evening. Bobby was in the kitchen with a couple islanders.

Cassey walked over to Noah and Ibrahim sitting over by the day beds, asking if they wanted anything to drink. The two were chatting about something. Before Cassey interrupted them. Ibrahim offered to get the drinks instead. He walked off leaving Cassey and Noah alone.

Scene:

Cassey: What’s up with him?

Noah: Uh… That’s not really my place to say. You’ll find out soon enough. Sooo… You and Bobby, Huh?

Cassey: Yeah…?

Noah: I think you’re cute together. Are you happy you two are a couple again?

Cassey: Oh, I am, over the moon! *she sat down next to Noah* I’m so happy to with him again! *she squealed*

Noah: That’s great! I’m so happy for you both. Man, when you started saying ‘I’m over the moon,’ I thought you were going to say ‘I’m over, Bobby.’

Cassey: What?! Oh my gosh, I could never! I love that guy! *collapsed herself on the daybed holding her hands to her heart*

Noah: You love him? Wow! That’s even bigger than Rahim’s thing. *Cassey shoots up with sudden realisation*

Cassey: Oh my god! Please don’t tell anyone I just said?! *she grabbed Noah sleeve* Especially not Bobby! *She looked at him with hysterical eyes, Noah held his hand over Cassey’s loosening her grip*

Noah: Cassey, don’t worry, you’re secret’s save with me. *he smiled reassuringly at her*

Cassey: You also, can’t tell Hope! I’m afraid that, if she knows she’s going to tell him for me, like she did this morning when I wanted him to pick me… *She said rolling her eyes*

Noah: I promise, I won’t tell anyone alright?

Cassey: Pinky promise?

Noah: Pinky promise. *they locked pinkie’s* Sooo… I won’t tell him, but are you… going to tell him?

Cassey: Oh god no! *She scoffed*

Noah: Why not?

Cassey: Because, I don’t know if he feels the same way? I’m just going to wait until he says it first.

Noah: Alright, but I still think you should tell him.

Cassey nudged Noah because she saw Bobby walking over with three glasses in his hands.

Bobby: Tell him what?

Noah: Oh? Uh… nothing. *Cassey saw that Noah was struggling and started to change the subject*

Cassey: Bobby, I thought Rahim was getting drinks for us.

Bobby: I know, but I offered to do it for him. And I just needed and excuse to see Cassey. *Winked at her, she blushed. Bobby handed out the drinks and sat down next to Cassey and gave a kiss on the cheek* Cheers!

Noah: What should we toast to?

Cassey: Me and Bobby? Because we’re finally back together? *She leaned against Bobby and he smiled * Or maybe you and Hope? Because, you know, you two are also finally back together? Or…? Maybe this dress I’m wearing, ‘cause of all fringe? Look at it! *she stood up and shook her body around* It’s so fringy! *the boys laughed at Cassey’s silliness*

Noah: How about we toast to all of the above?

Bobby: To all of the above!! *They held their glasses up and clinked them together*

All three of them: CHEERS!!!

Noah: It getting pretty late.

Cassey: Yeah, I guess I’ll be heading to bed soon.

Bobby: Actually, I was going to suggest… Cassey, do you want to come up to the roof terrace with me? For a bit of quiet time. Just the two of us?

Cassey: Sure.

Bobby: Great. *he grinned*

Noah: Have fun, you two. *he teased*

Cassey and Bobby walked off.

End scene:

Bobby: Wow! I can’t believe how crazy you acted against Noah, do you see the terror in his eyes when you grabbed his jacket? *He laughed out loud*

Cassey: It’s not funny I look like a maniac! Oh… *she held her hand in front of her face*

Bobby: Ahw… It’s not that bad. Look they’re showing our bit on the roof terrace. *He said with a big smile*

Cassey: You mean the bit where we did bit’s? *she teased*

Bobby: I think I did the most “bits”? But sure… *Cassey giggled*

They continue watching…

They’re watching the scene where Bobby and Cassey are up on the roof terrace.

Scene:

Bobby made a bit of small talk to calm his nerves a bit. A breeze of wind pick up Cassey’s hair, a loose strand blew in Bobby’s face he laughed amd tucked it behind her ear. His hand lingered in her cheek, she kissed him. He smiled and puts and arm around her waist. He then straddled her pushing her gently back, he lowered his face to her neck nibbling on her earlobe. She giggled and told him ‘that tickled’. She turned her face to kiss Bobby. She pressed up onto her elbows raising her chest against his, he collapsed on top of her, they giggled and kissed again. Bobby started to lower himself more and more. Luckily for the two. The camera was angled in a way that you couldn’t see what Bobby was doing. But you could clearly tell by the look on Cassey’s face, what he was doing. After a while, Bobby sat down next to Cassey. They talked for a bit before heading back inside.

End scene:

Cassey: Oh my god! I can’t believe they showed that?! *she groaned* Why does my cum face look so horrible?! *she groaned again*

Bobby: What are you talking about? I think you’re cum face is incredibly sexy! And now the whole world can se that too. *he teased and giggled*

Cassey: That is not funny! It’s embarrassing! *She blushed*

Bobby: Oh well, You should be lucky that we didn’t lie the other way?

Cassey: I think I’d prefer it if they were showing you going down on me, at least you can’t see my face then… *She huffed*

Bobby: Oh Lass… *he pulled her into a cuddle* we can’t change it now, anyway you should just embrace it. *He kissed the top of her head* And you kept it really it classy. I mean, you’re not rolling your eyes back in your head like you normally do? *He teased, Cassey looked shocked at Bobby and she pinched his nipple* Ouch! *He rubbed his nipple and giggled*

Cassey: I do not do that!

Bobby: Fine. But you didn’t have to rip my nip aff?!

Cassey: You deserved it! *she looked annoyed at him*

Bobby: Come, here you. *Bobby pulled Cassey back into cuddle* You know I’m only joking with you, right?

Cassey: Well, it wasn’t that funny… *she huffed*

Bobby: Hey. *He nudged her* Hey, look at me, Lass? *she looked up at Bobby* I love you. *He smiled at her, She tried to hide hers* I saw that. I love you *he said again and kissed her on the lips* I love you. *he kept repeating after every kiss, until she finally said it back*

Cassey: I love you too. *she said softly and wrapped her arms around Bobby’s neck and kissed him more intensely* I love you so much. *she whispered and cuddled him*

Bobby: I love you more. * He whispered back and started to kiss Cassey’s neck and trailed downwards until he was between her legs* Let’s see if we can recreate that scene. *He winked, After a while he got back up, lied next to Cassey* I really can’t wait for to finally live with me. *he said excitedly*

Bobby and Cassey cuddled each other until they fell asleep.

To be continued…

[bakugohoex]

“you’re such a pretty setter”

pairings: atsumu miya x female reader, eita semi x gender neutral reader, keiji akaashi x female reader, keishin ukai x female reader, kenma kozume x female reader, koshi sugawara x female reader, tobio kageyama x female reader, toru oikawa x female reader cw: swearing, kissing, fluff word count: 4500+ a/n: this took so long, bruh i have to isolate as well which sucks but more time for school work at least, keep sending in requests summary: in which you wait for the setters after practice

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atsumu miya

Atsumu knew he had fangirls; knew he had a lengthy line of girls who would do anything to fuck him. Through them all the only person he would ever see was you. You and your bright eyes, your soft y/e/c eyes looking past the fans as you saw him.

You had walked towards the gym after studying for you and Atsumu to walk home. You loved walking home with him, the way his fingers wrapped around your own, the way he brought your knuckles to his mouth. He adored you and you adored him.

The fangirls screeching with baked goods that Atsumu wouldn’t take, you tried to barge through them, getting elbowed, why was it so hard to see your boyfriend?

Osamu had been at the door as he noticed you, “Y/n.” You smile at him as he takes your sleeve dragging you through.

“Where did all the fangirls come from?” You mutter as you follow him inside.

“It’s summer and you know what happens then.”

“What sweat and shirtless men.” He laughs at your comment as you try to find Atsumu.

“Agh Osamu, we need to do some sets before we can leave.” Kita speaks before noticing you. “Is this your girlfriend, nice to meet you.”

He gives a smile as you look at the twin, both looking at disgust at the thought of being in a relationship together. Sure, he may look like your boyfriend, but his qualities were more brother like whilst his brothers were more boyfriend type.

“Ugh...” You were interrupted as you felt arms wrap around your waist.

“What’s my princess doing surrounded by all these boys?” Atsumu’s lips brushed against your ear as you shivered at his touch.

“Osamu helped me past the fangirls.” You said as you turned to meet his eyes, his hands moving to your waist to being you closer.

“They weren’t any trouble.” You shook your head as he leans down to meet your lips.

His soft lips on your own feeling as you both move together. “Oi you two we still have some sets to do.” Atsumu huffs at his brother as he leaves you.

“Wait on the benches princess.” You nod as you walk away.

Kita looks between the twins before shaking his head, “someone’s actually dating you.”

He walks away as Atsumu scowls, he watches you sit down making sure nobody disturbed you.

He starts the set effortlessly before he hears you speak, “You’re such a pretty setter.” You had stood up cheering him as he did one of his great sets to Osamu who spiked it. He blushes at you he knew how much he loved your eyes on all of him, his body, his form even his hands. He wanted you to know that he was all yours.

eita semi

“Semi.” You hum his name out to the empty gym, he was with Ushijima and Tendo as they were practicing spikes and blocks.

You smiled at three boys as you walked onto the court, “do you boys never get sleep?” You laugh as you walk up to Semi.

“I get the daily amount needed to survive.” Ushijima spoke stoically he had the ball in his hands rotating. You raised your eyebrow at the boy as Tendo started to sing about sleep, his fingers doing little dances.

“Come on guys it’s like 9, don’t you have beds to get too.” You mutter as you lean against Semi, his arm wrapping around your waist.

“One more minute.” Semi pleads his eyes softly looking at you, “and I’ll even teach you how to set a ball.”

Ushijima gives a confused look as you look at the boy, “Fine by me.” Is all he mutters.

You drop your bag only wearing your skirt and thigh highs with your button up. Semis hands wrap around you showing you the technique of setting, how far your hands should be raised, the whole lot.

Before you knew it Ushijima passed the ball to you ready to spike, you push the ball from your hands upwards making it go towards Ushijima as he spikes it down, Tendo just missing it.

“That was amazing, you might even end up taking your boyfriends spot.” Tendo joked out as your waiting for praise from your boyfriend.

“You did amazing baby.” Semi smiles kissing the top of your head. “Give us another five minutes and then we’ll leave.”

You nod as you move to the benches watching them practice, you admired all of Semi’s features, the way his hands moved to set the ball, the way he scrunched his noise. You loved it all you loved everything about him.

“You’re such a pretty setter.” You say aloud, the boys looking at you, Semi goes red as you gawk at him. He finally walks up to you kissing you softly, his hands wrapping around your waist to bring you forward. He would never admit it but you calling him pretty made him feel some type of way.

keiji akaashi

Fukurodani’s practice game with Nekoma was closing to an end, you had stayed late in the library to revise for an upcoming exam and had sadly missed the game. Knowing Akaashi would be upset, you left a little early to catch the last part of the game. Hopefully.

You walked through the gym doors, the points at a mere 2-point lead by Fukurodani, Nekoma had been putting up a fight, you examine the game, going towards the two managers who you were friends with. 

“How longs this been going on then?” You ask Yukie as she gives a look of dread.

“Too long Y/N.”

“Has Bokuto gone into emo mode?” You question as Kaori speaks this time.

“Gladly no.” You loved the frosted tip owl like a brother and a happy Bokuto meant a happy Akaashi, you watched as the game was drawing to a close, the ball being sent to Akaashi as he effortlessly set it to Bokuto who spiked it down winning the set.

You admired all of Akaashi’s features, the way his blue eyes analysed the area, brightening up once he saw you. He rand his hands through his already messy black hair, Bokuto screaming at Akaashi, “Akaashi you saw that.” He bounced about as Akaashi quickly praised him before walking up to you.

“You’re such a pretty setter.” You hum at the tall boy; he gazes down at you smiling at the comment.

“You’re my pretty girl.” He kisses your temple before quickly going back to thank Nekoma.

“I’ll wait outside for you.” He had passed you gesturing five minutes as you walked outside. The chilly air hitting your exposed thighs as your socks only went below your knees. The uniform not helping as you hadn’t worn your blazer due to the immense heat in the morning.

“What do we have here? A cold owl.” You could recognise that voice from anywhere.

You turn around to be met with the one and only Nekoma’s captain. “One day Kuroo I’d wish you weren’t an ass.”

“Ooo my bad, princess.”

You glare at the tall boy, he was mocking you, knowing already of yours and Akaashi’s relationship. “Don’t call me that you dickhead.”

“Are you pissing off my girlfriend?” Akaashi walked towards you unamused at the situation.

He handed you a hoodie as you quickly wore it, not wanting to freeze your tits off.

“Me never.” Kuroo laughs as you roll your eyes.

“Come on Y/n, pain in the ass Kuroo san must be getting tired from all the loosing he did today.” You smirk at the uncharacteristic comment of Akaashi but nevertheless take his hand.

“You’re so cute.” You sing out as he grabs you closer to his body, putting a hand to your jaw as he kisses you softly, his calm demeanour making you melt underneath his touch.

“You’re cuter Y/n.” You blush as you remain in each other’s arms.

“AWWW MY FAVOURITE COUPLE.” Bokuto screams as he runs next to you.

“Bokuto san.” Both you and Akaashi scold in unison at his shouting. He gives a signature smirk as he beings to praise both his and Akaashi’s skills. You listen intently as you stare up at Akaashi his warm eyes filling you with love and comfort. 

keishin ukai

Keishin and you had dinner plans and knowing him you knew he would not be ready or ever arrive early to get ready. Being the best girlfriend ever you went to go collect him, you had already closed the shop up for the night, occasionally helping out when you had free time mostly to spend time with Keishin though.

You had always wanted to meet the kids he coached but he had always been a wary because he knew the kids and knew exactly how they acted in front of pretty women. Especially Nishinoya and Tanaka.

You walked up the steps leading to the volleyball gym, well that’s what you assumed it was. Knocking on the door as you saw the team taking a break, a man comes up to you with black hair and glasses as you smile at him.

“Hi, how can I help you?” He speaks cheerily before you recognise him as the man who had tormented Keishin for a couple of months back at the shop.

“Who’s she?” You hear one of them mutter, you were dressed up to be a teacher and you couldn’t have come for any of them. Even with the blue dress that clinged to you, you looked gorgeous and the whole boys team knew it.

“Oh, hi, I’m Y/n I looking for Keishin.” He gives a confused look inviting you in from the freezing air. 

“You know our coach.” A loud orange hair boy jumps up in front of you as you look between both males and the rest of the team. This had shocked the team how did their coach know you.

You nod speaking, “Yeah he’s my boyfriend.” Deadpanned as the team goes silent, Takeda goes red at the fact that Keishin had mentioned you but never introduced you to them all.

Two boys instantly jolted in front of you as you jumped back, one with a buzz cut and another with a brown strip of her between his black hair. “Tanaka, Noya don’t frighten the woman.” A guy with grey hair spoke calmly to the boys. 

“I have hope, if coach was able to get her than there is hope for us all.” Noya screams at the team as you fiddle with your clutch that kept your phone. You regretted not calling before you had arrived. 

“Hope for what?” Keishin had come through the doors carrying his car keys. “Y/n what are you doing here?” He looked even more confused before seeing the dress and how amazing you looked 

“You forget didn’t you.” You walk towards him as you mutter at looking up at him.  

“Dinner, fuck, let me wrap practice up, I need to…” You bring your finger to his lips. 

“I know you need to get changed we have an hour before the reservation.” You spoke confidently, the team gawking at how you shut their couch up so easily. 

“Guess you better meet the team before we leave.” You laugh as he grabs your hand making you stand in front of the boys. “Introduce yourselves make it quick.” 

One by one they all introduce themselves even stating their position as you remembered what Keishin had taught you about volleyball. “Wow you’re both setters, I love setters.” You smile at both Kageyama and Sugawara as you turn back at Keishin.

“You’re such a pretty setter.” You coo to your boyfriend teasingly. 

The team laughs at Keishins bright red face, “Yeah, yeah.” He mutters grabbing your waist feeling your skin through the thin dress material. “I’m gonna wrap practice up early, you are all free to stay longer, but I’ll make practice a lot longer tomorrow.” The boys groan at the lack of energy knowing that they did love Volleyball enough to spend all hours of the day doing it.

“Before you leave, how did you get her?” Nishinoya said with no filter. 

“The imbecil actually asked that.” The tall blonde Tsukishima snickered as you laughed. 

You turned to face the dyed blonde man, “He begged.” He goes wide eyed as he pokes your side. 

“You really be telling people that’s how I got you.” He pulls at his hair taking the headband out of his hair as you smirk.

“He begged on his knees.” You rephrase as the boys laugh at how embarrassed their coach was getting. 

“Okay this practice is done now.” He grabs your hand as he pulls you outside, “Princess I distinctly remember you were the only one of your knees.” 

You slap him playfully as you look at him, “you perve.” You give a quick kiss as you retract he grabs your throat making you stay close to his mouth as he continues the kiss. His rough hands on your body. 

He retracts the mere inches between both your mouths still visible, “as soon as I saw you in that dress, how could I ever resist you?” You chuckle your head going back as his hand was still wrapped around your neck, his thumb brushing against your lips. “A quickie in my car.” 

“You pervert.” You could almost feel his smirk as he laughed at your reaction. He adored everything about you as you go back for another kiss. He loved you and you couldn’t lie and say you didn’t love him back.

kenma kozume

You had been showing the new kid around making sure he knew where his classes were, you were going to show him the volleyball club so you could end the day meeting Kenma. He seemed nice enough but had already asked for number which you rejected as soon as you realised what he wanted.

“Finally, this is the gym, the Volleyball boys team are practicing, and I have to meet my boyfriend but if you have any questions. 

“Isn’t volleyball for girls.” You gave a sign as you looked at him. 

“Some of my friends are the best volleyball players in Tokyo, so no its not just a girls sport.” He gave a look as he peeked through the doors. 

“There’s a girl right there though.” You grew confused as Nekoma had no manager and people wouldn’t stay long enough. He had been pointing to Kenma, you scowled at his ideocracy. 

“He’s not a girl, he is the setter and he’s fucking amazing at it.” You shout urning the glances from the team as they heard you shouting. “If you started thinking with your upstairs brain maybe you’d realise that people don’t have to conventionally look like boys to be boys, they are whatever they want to identify as.” 

He was scared and you had started to get pissed, the team walked up to you as Kuroo looked at you, “he giving you a problem Y/n.” 

“I handled it Kuroo.” 

“This the boyfriend.” The new kid asked as your blood boiled. 

Kuroo was confused, he grabbed Kenma by the hood as he made him stand in front of you. “Kitten is everything okay?” All the anger that filled you had disappeared as soon as you saw him, your love, your everything. 

“This is your boyfriend.” Your face grew angry again.

“Cover me.” Is all you said to Kuroo and the rest of the team, Kenma knew what was about to happen as he stopped the game he was playing to watch. “You want to say that again.” 

Before you let him speak, your fist went to his face, pushing him back even if you didn’t condone violence, it was sometimes necessary. Kenma smiled as he saw his girl fighting for him. “That’s enough kitten.” He spoke softly as you stopped beating the crap out of the boy. 

You don’t say anything as you leave, he wasn’t injured just a few scratches, Kenma grabbed your hand holding it, even if you were shorter than him you would always fight for him. He brought your bruised knuckles to his mouth. Kissing it better as if all the love and care he had was going to heal your wounds. You giggle at his touch as you watch the rest of the game feeling his eyes fixated on the ball. 

Before you knew it the practice had finished and you and Kenma held hands walking to the train, the new kid disappearing. He smiled listening inattentively at your day. “You know.” You pause speaking as you notice him watching, “you’re such a pretty setter.”

He hides his face with his hair not wanting to feel embarrassed you knew he loved it as he squeezed your hand softly, you smiled leaning your head against his shoulder, feeling everything, you needed in him.  

koshi sugawara

You hadn’t intended to come watch the practice, but Suga had insisted you come so he could walk home with you. You adored him and even though you knew the basics of Volleyball it was still a confusing game.

You ended up coming right on time with Kageyama swapped out with Suga. He noticed you as he gave a bright smile, you smiled back going to Kiyoko and Yachi as they greeted you with cheery HI’s. 

The game started again, Suga serving as he started getting passed the ball, you understood the terminology and what was going on, it was when they would do their insane moves that were unexplainable. He set the ball effortlessly as Asahi spiked it right past the blockers. 

You cheered always being Suga’s biggest fan, as they continued on with the game you watched smiling at the love you had for him. The devotion you had to this boy who brought happiness to your life. You knew he would bring about comfort in a room and right now all you could feel was admiration at his perfect sets, his perfect passes, his perfect serves. He was perfect to you and he deserved the world. 

They had started doing something you didn’t know much about, Noya coming from the frontline as he jumped up setting as well. Suga had told you about this attack, a synchronised attack that would only work if everybody was perfect. You didn’t really read up on it as much as you did other attacks but seeing it in action as Suga spiked the ball passing the blockers you realised just how much satisfaction it brought your boyfriend. 

“Suga that was amazing.” You shout as he smiles, the practice game having been won as he scored the last point. 

He walked up to you, opening your arms for a big hug. You loved his hugs he always smelt of fresh towels and vanilla a combination expected from the grey-haired boy. “You’re such a pretty setter.” 

He smirks as he remains around you, his arms encasing you as he was so in love with you. You were his everything and he wanted to show you the world. 

“Can you two stop making us want to puke?” Daichi laughs out as you stick your tongue out at him. 

You turn back to Suga his eyes remaining glued to you, “just because nobody loves you Daichi.” Suga spoke still fixated on you, “I love you.” He whispers as you reply back the same love and adoration for him. He kisses you quickly before coach shouted at him. 

Even with the smallest quickest kiss it still brought happiness to you as you felt your heart beat through your uniform, your body missing his touch, even your thighs encased in tights had hairs risen just at the pining of love you had for this boy. He was going to ruin you and you were going to gladly let him.

tobio kageyama

Kageyama had been none stop practicing for the past week, even with nationals months away he was still concentrated on improving. You loved that about him, loved his dedication but his lack of knowing when to take breaks is what worried you the most.

You walked through the double doors, it was another late night of studying for you and playing volleyball for Kageyama, your lack of communication annoying you. You saw as he set the ball perfectly, Hinata spiking it to where the water bottles were. You smiled as you continued to watch not drawing any attention to yourself, he kept setting perfectly for the orange haired boy. 

As soon as the last ball had been set, he looked at the door seeing your cold frame watching intently. You smiled giving a small wave as he gestured for you. 

“Hey Y/n, what are you doing here?” You play with your fingers being shorter than the boy making you have to look up to him. 

“I thought we could walk home.” He knew you both hadn’t spent that much time together since the team had won Nationals. 

He hesitated a response, but you spoke before he could, “you’re such a pretty setter.” You were embarrassed at what you said his face going a bright red. 

“Kageyama you look like a rotten tomato” Hinata said as he walked past, you giggle at the comment as he looks at you again, the reddening calming down. 

“We should walk home together; I’ll go grab my stuff.” You smile as he starts to walk off before pausing in his tracks, “thank you Y/n.” He was never this outwardly affectionate but in the enclose where only you could hear you felt love. 

“It’s all true you’re a…” He interrupts you quickly. 

“No, thank you for that but also thank you for staying by my side, I love Volleyball and I love you, I’m not very good as balance, but you realise how important Volleyball is to me, so thank you for always being there.” You smile looking down. 

“I’ll always be there for you.” He smiles as he leaves to grab his stuff. 

He arrives as quick as he left, the small action of skimming his fingertips beside your own, made you grab his hand, he looked down smiling as you leaned in closer to hid frame. He let your other arm go around his arm, bringing warmth to you. 

“You know, every time I set, I set for you.” He smirks as you have love in your eyes. 

“R…really.” You choke out. 

He stops you, putting his hands to your face, “yeah and I really do love you Y/n” 

“I love you too Tobio.” You close the gap, his hands guiding the kiss as in the privateness of the empty street allowing Tobio to express himself in which words could never do. You had to hand it to the boy, he would always be better at physically showing his love than emotionally. But even then it made you love him even more, it made Tobio Kageyama, Tobio Kageyama.

toru oikawa

Oikawa had fans, a lot of fans. You hated to admit you were jealous of how they’d come up to him after games, how they’d touch his arm. It was always a race to get to him first and even him always ignoring them as soon as you came. You still hated them.

You knew how much Oikawa had been practicing lately so you made him some milk bread and would wait for him to finish practice so you both could walk home. You walked towards the double doors, his fans crowding around as they watched intently. 

You sign as you push past them, hearing scowls, someone even elbowing you as you glared at the girl, just as you reached the entrance about to walk in. Someone on the team came running up to you, he looked new and have the ugliest hair ever. 

“Sorry you can’t come in when practice is on, are you one of Oikawa’s fans?” You were about to answer him as he saw the food in your hands. “Fucking hell you fangirls are obsessed with him, y’know he won’t eat it.” 

You raised an eyebrow at the first year, “Yeah well I’m not a fan so move it.” 

You try to barge past him, but his arm was out, he glared as you glared back. Almost a competition of seeing who would retain eye contact. “Then what are you doing here?” 

“I’m here to see my boyfriend.” He raised an eyebrow as he chuckled. 

“You must be crazy if you think Oikawa’s your boyfriend.” You grew even more frustrated at the new kid. 

“I’m going to kill you if you don’t move.” He remained standing in front of you. 

The commotion that had been occurring had made Iwaizumi come over, “Leave Y/n alone Kindaichi.” You finally found out his name. 

“But…” 

“Thank you Iwa-chan.” 

“Who the fuck is Y/n.” Kindaichi mutters as you continue to glare at the boy. 

You walked towards Oikawa who was sitting on the bench, his knee was getting better, but he needed some breaks occasionally. “You okay, baby.” 

He broke out from his trance as a soft smile appeared on his lips, “What are you doing here princess.” 

He gestured for you to come closer to him, you complied as he brought his arms around your waist, hugging you, his head resting on your stomach. “I brought you some milk bread, you didn’t eat enough this morning.” 

He smiles as he takes the bread, he puts it to the side before hugging you again. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” He lets go looking up at you, “now go show me those amazing sets of yours.” 

He nods standing up becoming a lot taller than you now, grabbing a slice of bread he stuffs it in his mouth as he goes into a game. “Shittykawa don’t stuff your face.” Iwaizumi shouts as Oikawa looks at him hurt. 

“My baby made me bread.” He coos as you laugh sitting on the bench. 

The game occurred, Oikawa setting perfectly as Iwaizumi spiked it past the blockers especially the annoying turnip head. You watched Oikawa intensively occasionally glaring at Kindaichi as he glared back. The game ended quickly as Oikawa’s serves allowed for many points to arise. 

He came up to you, smiling happily waiting for some praise, “you’re such a pretty setter.” He grabbed your waist pulling you towards him as he hugged you tightly. 

“You’re too nice to me.” You laugh as your hands played with his hair, it brought comfort to the tall boy. He gave a genuine smile as he looked down at you. 

He brought his face closer to yours as he kissed you softly, his mouth gaining momentum as it became heated. His hands bringing you closer to his waist as you could feel his skin on your own. Before it could go anywhere further, you felt Oikawa’s head push against you, he let go off you his hand to his head as you saw the stray volleyball roll away. 

“Iwa-chan don’t be so mean.” 

“Lazykawa we still have practice, stop eating Y/n’s face off.” He huffed at the boy, you watched as Oikawa left to go pout to Iwaizumi for being mean. The tall boy would be the death of you, but even then you still loved him. 

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fate (jungkook x fem!reader)

Summary: You and your tattoo ex Jeon Jungkook have been broken up for the past 2 years. But what happens he enters your life again when you just have gotten over him?

Pairing: jungkook x reader, reader x jimin

Genre: angsty af, tattoo artist Jungkook, eventual smut (?), break up!au

Words: 2.6k 

Chapter 5/6   (1)  (2)  (3)  (4) 

The empty silence of your room was dreadful. Your head was spinning from you overthinking and you could not relax all day. You sat on your bed staring at the wall, deep in thought. Visions of Jungkook filled your mind and you couldn’t get him out of your head. It was almost pathetic at this point. You gazed into space wondering what your options were. It was time for you to move on. 

"_______?"

Jimin’s words snapped you out of your spiralling thoughts. You didn’t even notice him entering the room. He stood next to you at the end of your bed, looking down at you as you sat. You felt guilty even looking at his face. 

"I was wondering if you wanted some food?" he asked with concern. He had just found you in your room, staring at a blank wall, ignoring him calling out for you. 

"Thanks Jimin, but I think I’m alright for now," you responded, trying your best to form a smile. 

Jimin raised his eyebrows at you. He knew when you were tense or had your mind on something. It made it hard to keep anything a secret from him. He could read you like a book at this point.  

"You know you can talk to me if something is bothering you. I don’t want you to suffer alone with your big head full of thoughts. " He joked, reaching his hand up and ruffling your hair. 

You laughed at his actions, pulling his hand away from your head. 

"Don’t worry, everything’s fine. I’m just tired these days", you explained to him. 

Another lie, Jimin thought. He decided he wasn’t going to force it out of you. He was also afraid that he already knew who you were thinking about. 

You watched as Jimin’s mouth turned into a smirk. You shot him a confused look. Suddenly, you felt his two hands rest on your knees. He leaned his frame over you, causing you to lean back. His face was barely inches from yours. His eyes scanned your entire face, entranced by your beauty. 

"How about I make us some dinner tonight?" he whispered, "Just me and you."

Jimin knew how to cook, and his dishes always left your mouth watering for more. You smiled back at him; the idea of a nice home cooked meal was perfect for you. 

"I would love that."

He smiled back at you. You notice his eyes dart to your lips. Suddenly, your body froze at this. Jimin had his eyes shut and he was leaning in. Panic spread throughout your body. Before he could connect his lips with yours, you held his shoulder to keep him in place. Jimin opened his eyes and shot you a questionable look. 

"I think I need some fresh air," was all you could think to say. You cringed at how pathetic your choice of words was.

Jimin, on the other hand, being the gentleman that he was, nodded and stood up straight again, allowing you to finally catch your breath. You immediately stood up, straightened up, and walked over to get your keys and coat. As you were about to walk out of the room, Jimin’s hand grabbed your wrist gently. 

"He’s not worth it, you know." Jimin stated. 

Jimin’s features were now dark and full of pity for you. You were lost for words at how blunt he was. 

"What?"

"That guy, he couldn’t treat you with the love you deserve. If he is destroying you, then it is not love, ______. "

The silence you both stood in was filled with tension. You didn’t dare break it for fear that something would go wrong. You gave a slight nod to Jimin before turning and heading out of the house. 

You jumped in your car and put it in the ignition. You pressed your head against the wheel of the car in frustration. Your head was spinning with stress. Jimin’s words were echoing in your head as you drove away from your house. You knew he was right. Jungkook coming back into your life was doing more harm than good. Jimin was only watching out for you. 

You needed answers.

Before you even realised what you were doing, your car was already pulling into Jungkook’s home. You wasted no time in leaving the car and walking up to the front door. You knew if you sat and overthought the whole situation, you would just turn around and leave. You gave one last sigh and pressed the doorbell to the house. 

It felt like an eternity had passed before you heard the sound of the door unlocking. A dishevelled Jungkook opened the door. His eyes widened seeing you standing at his doorstep so unexpected. You noted Jungkook dressed in gym shorts and a loose tank top, exposing all his tattoos from his arms down to his legs. The silence between you two suggested that Jungkook wasn’t planning on greeting you. 

"Can we talk?"

Jungkook’s face was still emotionless as he processed your words. Finally, he jerked his head, motioning you to come inside, holding the door open for you. You walked past him entering his house. You caught the smell of cigarettes in the air as he directed you to his bedroom. 

Piles of drawings were strewn across his desk and on the floor in his room. Some were crumpled up in or near the trash can. You noticed the ashtray on his desk, from which smoke was rising from a glowing cigarette. You obviously caught him during his creative hours, when he was sketching up new tattoo designs for his clients. Jungkook took a seat at the foot of his bed. You made the decision to continue standing.

“What are you working on?", you asked.

"Just some doddles for work.", was all he replied. He stared down at his feet, not making eye contact with you.

You could easily tell he was uneasy with you being here so suddenly.

"It looks really good. Your drawing skills have improved a lot. "

"Why are you here _____?", his eyes finally shot up to look at you. He had a look of displeasure.

You began to fidget with your fingers. Jungkook knew that you only did this when you were nervous.

"I need to know" you explained, "Why did you kiss me?"

Jungkook let out a cynical scoff. "Why did I kiss you? Isn’t it obvious _____? "

"But I need to know why you did it when you know I am with Jimin."

Jungkook’s arm muscles tensed up at the sound of his name. Jungkook ran a hand through his hair in annoyance.

"Why aren’t you with him then, huh? Why did you come all the way to my house just to ask me about kissing you? ", he hissed at you.

Your nervousness turned to anger. Why does Jungkook think he has the right to be mad at you when this was all his fault?

"Stop avoiding the question." You said harshly, "Tell me why you did it."

Jungkook was now stood up towering over your frame in rage.

"Maybe it’s because I finally got to see you after all these years after you chose to dump me out of nowhere!"   

You were speechless at his words. Jungkook's face morphed from anger into defeat. His shoulders were slouched down, and his eyes were now watering.

"Think about it ______. We were perfect. Everything was going so well. We were going so well. But you had to end things with me to go halfway across the country. I know you did it for school. But did you ever stop to think about how it would affect me? You left me alone. It was like you were never even there. "

Jungkook choked up a sob.

"You were all that I had _____."

The lump in your throat was growing as you saw the tears stream down his face.

"I couldn’t stop thinking about the life we could have had." He said, sniffling.

"You knew how much I loved you, Jungkook." you said, fighting the tears.

Jungkook rubbed his eyes at your words. "Loved" he laughed dryly.

"We were just kids. I had to move on," you explained," And you know you must do the same. It’s not healthy. "

I can’t just move on like you ______ ", he shot back," You are ignoring everything that we had! "

You broke eye contact with him as the tears started to fall down your face. It was no good to talk to him.

He suddenly stepped towards you and faced your body. You could feel his breath on you as he spoke.

"Tell me you don’t love me."

"Jungkook", you pleaded, "Stop."

"Please ______, I’ll leave you alone."

You were now sobbing at his words. You felt his hands touch your shoulders as you tried to calm down.

"Jungkook, you know I am not", you confessed. You shook your head profusely, burying your head in his chest.

"Then let us just be together, ______! Just say I do, and we can go back to normal. It will be like nothing ever happened. I will treat you like a princess, I promise. "

"This is normal now! It’s been so long. I can’t leave Jimin, he has done so much for me. "

Jungkook leaned his face into yours and you felt the breath of his lips near yours.

You quickly grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back.

"No Jungkook, not again." You knew if you kissed him it would make everything a hundred times worse than it already was.

Jungkook was defeated. He now knew his efforts were entirely useless. It was always going to be Jimin. He must have known that all along, right?

Jungkook stepped away from you and the air was suddenly colder than before. Jungkook turned away from you and stared out his window. The room was just filled with the sounds of you and Jungkook sniffling.

"Jungkook please say something to me." You spoke up. 

"I have nothing more to say. Please just go ______. " He continued to stare out the window, not daring to look at you. 

Knifes were digging into your heart at his words. This was how it was finally going to end.

"I leave tomorrow. I won’t be coming back. I will be out of your sight _______. You will never have to see me again. " He explained. 

You were choked up as he spoke, and your head was pounding with pain. You just wanted to hug him and reassure him that everything would be fine. You wanted to say something, but nothing came out of your mouth, so silence filled the gap between you two. You stared at your feet as you walked defeatedly out of his house and into your car.

You drove in silence. But you could not help but look in your rear-view mirror, hoping that just maybe Jungkook would chase after you. But no one was there. You had to pull into a random spot to cry before heading home. You sobbed, hugging your knees to your chest as the realisation hit you. Jungkook was gone forever. He will now be known as a distant memory.

You chose not to tell Jimin about your eventful visit to Jungkook’s house. You knew he wouldn’t approve of it and you didn’t want to spend more time thinking about it. 

Later in the evening, you received a text from Jimin to dress up more formally than usual. The text also informed you that you were banned from the kitchen until Jimin said so. You then remembered the dinner Jimin planned for you and him. 

When you finally got a text stating that the kitchen was now open for dining, you made your way out of your room in your elegant dress. Jimin had lit candles all over the kitchen and your casual kitchen table was decorated with flowers. The light sound of relaxing music aided the ambience. Your jaw dropped at his efforts. He always went above and beyond for these things. 

"Dinner for two?"

You turned around to see Jimin in his fancy black suit, a bottle of wine being held in his hand. A smile plastered your face at his efforts.  

"Let’s eat!" You said thrilled. 

Jimin's meal was delicious. It was a big difference from takeaways and instant noodles. As you two ate, your hands grazed each other’s across the table. You had your plate cleared before you even knew it. Jimin kept the conversation engaging and fun. He knew it would help you take your mind off your problems. The wine was also a big help to you. The alcohol in your system allowed you to relax throughout the night. Jimin’s silly jokes were able to be more funny than they actually were, leaving you laughing at his stupid puns. 

Jimin then began to ramble about ball dancing as you continued to laugh at his humorous tangents. He began to explain to you in detail the elegance of ballroom dancing. 

"It's easy, I’ll show you." He suddenly said, jumping out of his chair. 

Jimin marched over to the stereo and fumbled with it until it reached some classical radio station. The kitchen was filled with a gentle orchestra song. Jimin began to stupidly sway back over to you. Jimin held out his hand to you as an invitation to dance. 

You gladly accepted and placed your hand in his. He immediately pulled you into him and began to lead you in a dance. You could easily smell his cologne as you placed one hand on his shoulder, the other hand still interlocked in his. Your drunken body wasn’t able to keep up with the intricate steps of the dance, but Jimin seemed to have experience of this. The music and being so close to him felt so intimate. 

 He slowly dipped you, still holding you close. The gesture and his face being so close to yours, you couldn’t help but let out a laugh. He made note of all the perfections in your face as you giggled drunkenly at his actions. 

"I love you _____"

Your giggling was suddenly halted by his words. His eyes stared deeply into your pupils.

"I have never felt this way about anyone before." He stated.

 You felt his hand moving to cup your face. His thumb lightly brushed along your cheek.

"I want to be with you. I am tired of holding it in anymore. "

He used his hand on your waist to pull you closer to him. You could feel his heart pounding in his chest. You beamed up at his face, he was so romantic. Both your eyes travelled down to each other’s lips. Jimin gave you one last glance into your eyes, almost as if he were asking for your permission. You smiled reassuringly at him, wrapping your hands around his neck.

He finally leant in and pressed his lips on you. You kissed him back with such passion. Your hands made their way into his hair, tugging at it slightly. Jimin sighed into the kiss and deepened the kiss. He wanted this moment to last forever. He wanted to take all your pain away.

He finally pulled away from you. You caught your breath as he cupped your face with both his hands.

"Let’s leave this place ______. We can go somewhere new where we can be together. Just you and me. "

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His Good Sweater: Chapter 13

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Thanks to @acollectionofficsandshit​ for being my bestie and beta reading! This would have never happened without her ❤ Make sure you read Roman Profile, set in the same universe!

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Recommended song: "Cupid’s Chokehold/Breakfast in America” by Gym Class Heroes

"I have to go."

"Can't you stay five more minutes?"

"I wish."

"Come on, just a few more minutes to cuddle." Pierre flings back the fluffy duvet and holds out a hand. "Please?"

"I have an exam," you say with a sigh but bend to press a kiss to his upturned palm. "I can't skip."

Pierre groans and slings an arm over his eyes. "What am I supposed to do all day?"

"I don't have a sim but I have an old PlayStation you're more than welcome to use. I think I still have one or two games."

"That won't keep me busy."

"I'm sure you'll find something. Just stay out of trouble okay? I'd like to get my security deposit back when I finally move out of this hellhole."

"Okay," Pierre grumbles, sitting up to give you a quick kiss. "What time are you getting back?"

"Four. We can go out to dinner or something." You smooth a hand over his hair, smiling lightly. "Or we can go for a picnic and take a walk through Saint James Park."

"Sounds like a plan." He turns his head to kiss your palm. "I'll be counting down the minutes."

You roll your eyes but your smile contradicts the sass. "I'll be home before you know it. Love you, champion."

"I love you too, mon coeur."

He was endlessly grateful for how easily the two of you had fallen back into each other. When he had shown up at your doorstep he had expected there to be awkward pauses and minutes of tense silence, but there had been blissfully little of either. As the days bleed into each other, your relationship only gets steadier, closer and closer to what it used to be. Maybe it was because you had been the one to break the silence or maybe it was because he had thrown himself into his career into someone's bed- whatever the reason, it didn’t matter. He was simply grateful to be welcomed back into your life. He didn't plan on leaving any time soon.

Pierre allows himself a half hour of lounging in bed before forcing himself to get up and shower. Off weeks were hard; all he wanted to do was rest and recharge but he still had to follow his workout regimen and sleep schedule or he risked falling out of the habit, making it that much harder to get back in the groove come race week.

First order of business: clean the clutter you had shoved in closets and the spare room prior to his arrival the day before. Folding the three baskets of clean laundry took an hour, washing dishes another thirty minutes, and vacuuming the entire flat took twenty. Once the counters are spotless and there isn’t a stray sock to be found, he takes stock of your pantry and notes what staples you were running low on.

Two hours later he trudges back up the three flights of stairs to your apartment, arms laden with reusable bags packed to the gills with food. His legs burn and he's slightly winded from the excursion; at least that could count as his work out for the day.

He's just about to start slicing vegetables for dinner when his phone chimes with a text from his PR agent, Sylvie.

You're supposed to be in an interview now. Where are you?

"Oh shit." He scrambles for his laptop which of course was dead. He manages to plug it in at the dining room table and angle it so the background is mostly neutral, just a band poster framed behind him. He checks his hair before logging into the interview.

"There's the star," the interviewer says, far too chipper to be entirely genuine.

"Sorry, I was having connection issues." He queues up his signature sweetheart smile that gets him out of any squabbles. It works, the woman's irritation melting into a more easy expression.

"Let's just get right into it. Since we're low on time I'll jump right in, if you don't mind."

Pierre leans back. He had an inkling where this was headed. "By all means, please."

"We just saw news of your deal with Christian Horner- if you take seventh in this year's drivers championship, it looks like you're at Red Bull Racing next year. How does that feel after being publicly demoted mid-season in 2019?"

A smirk tugs at Pierre's lips. He had known this exact question was coming. He had debated how to answer it without starting waves and still remaining truthful. If there was one thing he prided himself on, it was his ability to be diplomatic when others may have let their egos get in the way.

"Obviously I'm grateful that Red Bull has recognized the hard work I've been putting in at Alpha Tauri," he starts. "I think I've been able to push the car as far as I can but I still have pace in me, personally. So moving into the Red Bull would let me loose, so to speak, and give me a chance to prove that Red Bull is where I belong."

"Right, you have had quite a spectacular season so far with a race win under your belt and a few podiums for good measure. What do you attribute that success to? Why is it so different now in an Alpha Tauri versus that coveted second Red Bull seat?"

Pierre purses his lips. The answer he was expected to give wasn't one he was willing to voice. Instead he opts for neutral. "I've been able to focus and hone my driving this season. I've found a groove that works for me and with it has come an insane amount of confidence, which is something I struggled with for awhile after going back to Torro Rosso. I think it's really just that I'm finally comfortable in the car and with my team and that makes a huge difference."

"Thank you for that," the journalist says and Pierre nods. "Shifting gears, I have a few questions about your personal life if you don't mind."

This was the part he always dreads. Questions were often prying and he had to subtly skirt around them in a way that offered a satisfying answer without giving away too much. It was an art he liked to think he had perfected over the years but still didn't enjoy.

"As long as you don't mind me staying silent if I don't want to answer."

The woman laughs, the sound sharp and grating. "Of course. Unless I can bribe you into giving me an exclusive."

"Likely not. But you ask the right questions and we'll see."

"You've been seen hanging around a certain London neighborhood lately- that wouldn't have anything to do with you and your lovely lady, would it?"

He had been waiting for that one, too. When the two of you had returned from Red Bull headquarters he had noticed the man taking pictures across the street. He hadn't said anything to you at the time because really, there was no point in getting you worked up when he had a plan to handle it.

The question played right into his hand, in fact. 

Pierre sits forward, folding his hands in front of him. "Actually yes. We recently got back together and if you'll let me, I would like to make a request."

The woman leans back and checks her notes. "Well it's not quite what I had planned but please," she gives a flourish with a hand, "you have the floor."

"I know driver's personal lives are something that a lot of people are interested in and that's great. I don't mind sharing things with my fans or letting them get the inside scoop, but there's some things I would rather be left alone. My relationship is one of them. I know you all took note that she hasn't been around the past couple months and if I'm being honest, it's because of comments and press coverage that invaded her privacy. I think some people forgot she was more than just a name on a screen."

Pen poised to take notes, the interviewer prompts, "You said you had a request?"

He doesn’t stop to assess the damage he had already undoubtedly done. Sylvie was probably already on the phone doing damage control with every news outlet she could get her hands on, if her muted and black square at the bottom of the screen was an indication. 

"All I'm asking is that you leave her alone. If you have questions or comments you have to make, just direct them at me. Don't follow her around asking about me. Don't comment on her posts unless you're capable of being a decent human. Just… let her live her life in peace."

Maybe he was a love sick fool, but honestly he didn't care if he lost some support from fans. If they had such strong opinions on his personal life, he would be better off without them anyway. And his team could cut him and even if he was unable to secure a seat in Formula 1 after next season, he would survive. 

But if he lost you again, he would be broken. It had taken being apart from you for him to realize it and he'd be damned if he was ever disconnected from you like that again.

"That's quite the speech."

Pierre shrugs. "It was. She's the most important thing in my life, right up there with racing.” Now that he had started down the road of truth, he found it impossible to hold his tongue. “I lost her once because people couldn't be bothered to remember that their words have consequences. I won't let it happen again."

"So you see yourself with her for a long time then?" The woman's eyes glitter with the potential of getting an even juicer tidbit from him.

Pierre’s jaw sets, muscles feathering. "That's not something I'm prepared to discuss."

The woman purses her lips and tips her head to the side. There was clearly more she wanted to say. "Well, I have to thank you for what you've given me here. My boss is gonna love the exclusive. I won't push any further. Thanks for your comments, Pierre."

"Thanks for actually being respectful."

“We aren’t all monsters.” The woman shrugs. “I can’t say I haven’t had my moments but I try to be straightforward.”

“Right, yeah. I get that you have a job to do.”

“Anyway. I look forward to seeing what you can do the rest of this season. Good luck.”

He signs off and instantly anxiety washes over him. If she twisted his words he was screwed. Sylvie would be on the phone as soon as the article was printed, no doubt trying to soothe sponsors and investors. She'd give him an earful about being respectful and not poking the bear but he'd tune it out like he always did.

The sooner he got away from Red Bull, the better.

Instead of dwelling on it he busies himself with cooking. It was one of his guilty pleasures. He always requested a full kitchen when he was staying anywhere more than a few days so that if he had the chance to make a home-cooked meal, he had the option. For tonight he had selected his favorite recipe. Parmesan-Cesar chicken wasn't normally something you would ever touch with a ten foot pole but as long as he was making it, Pierre knew you'd at least give it a try.

Music blasting in the background, Pierre sings along quietly as he unpacks the rest of the ingredients and gets to work. He does a little spin between the island and the sink, rinsing the dishes and putting them right in the dishwasher as he uses them. A clean kitchen is the mark of a great chef, his mom had told him, drilling the phrase into him when he was young.

In the middle of cutting potatoes Pierre gets a call. He only has an hour until you're home so he doesn't bother stopping, just puts it on speaker and continues measuring spices.

"Hey Daniel."

"Heard you're in London," Daniel says, Australian accent thick. "And a little birdie told me you and your lady got back together."

"We did," Pierre says, a smile splitting his face. "Finally."

"Thank god, now I don't have to listen to your drunk woe-is-me rambling anymore."

Pierre laughs and sets aside the measuring spoons. "It's not that bad."

"Oh please." Pierre could practically hear the eyes rolling. "The number of times I had to send an uber to a bar after a grand prix is insane. Charles and I should be entitled to financial compensation with the amount of babysitting we've been doing."

"I can handle myself!"

"Not after a martini you can't."

He was right there. "Is there a point to this conversation?"

"Oh right- I'm actually in town today too, got some stuff to shoot for McLaren before we head to Austria for the race next week. You guys wanna come out with us tonight? We're heading to a bar or two."

"I actually had something planned-"

"She already said she's coming!" Dan's girlfriend shouts in the background.

“Well then why even ask me?”

“To be polite,” Daniel offers with a laugh. “We’re meeting at the rooftop bar at the Trafalgar hotel at seven. That give you enough time to do whatever you had planned that’s apparently more important than seeing your best mates?”

“We’ll be there,” Pierre says and hangs up. He finishes seasoning the potatoes and pops them in the oven, finally getting a chance to sit while they cook alongside the main course.

He's on his feet a few minutes later, decluttering the last bits of mess around your flat. It was clear it hadn't had a decent cleaning in quite awhile- hopefully you'd keep it tidy now that the effort had been made. The guys would tease him endlessly if they found out he was acting like a housewife.

You arrive home just as he’s setting the table. “God, it smells amazing in here.”

“Salut, mon amour.” Hands full with hot dishes, he settles for a kiss to your cheek. “I made dinner.”

“And you cleaned,” you observe. “You were a busy boy.”

“Pyry would kill me if he found out I was laying around all day. I had to do something.” 

You hang your backpack on the hook behind the door and take a seat at the table. “Well remind me to thank him again when I see him. This looks delicious.”

Pierre grins over his shoulder at you. “Me or the food?”

You throw your head back and laugh, loud and unrestrained. “The food, you goof.”

Pierre quirks a brow. "Is that the honest answer?"

"Okay, maybe both." 

The meal is filled with your ramblings about your exam and your new hobby- this month it was hiking. You went into detail about all the few trails in the city you’d been on as well as the more challenging ones that dotted the countryside. Pierre just nods along as you talk, already planning on staying up late to learn what he could about the topic so he could be a better conversation partner.

The pair of you work together to tidy the kitchen and put away any leftovers. “Did you bring something semi nice to wear tonight or do we have to make a quick trip to the store?”

“I’ve got some Tauri stuff I can wear. And not just team gear,” he adds when you groan. “You know that cream sweater you love? The one with the logo debossed on the front? I’ve got that.”

“Oh,” you say before biting your lip. Your eyes trail down his frame and back up like you’re imagining it on him. A tingle travels up his spine under your assessing gaze. If you kept that up, neither of you would make it out of the apartment tonight. “My favorite. Yeah, wear that. It’ll be on my floor by the end of the night.”

Pierre places his hands on your waist and grins. “Will it? And what will be on the floor from your closet, hm?”

“Your favorite dress.”

“The orange one?” He realizes half a second too late that you would never know how much he adored that dress from the gala. It had hugged your curves in all the right places and left your back exposed, which would leave him free to trace patterns on your soft skin whenever he pleased. He had missed out on worshipping you in it that night and he wouldn’t mind the opportunity to do so now.

You roll your eyes. “I can’t wear that to a bar.”

“Says who?” Pierre nuzzles his face against your neck, breathing you in. A light undercurrent of sweat from your walk home from classes mingles with the usual bright scent of you, only serving to rile him up further. Never in a million years would he have guessed that a simple scent could do him in, and yet here he was, completely wrapped up in yours. 

“Says me.” You sigh, tipping your head to the side when Pierre’s nose grazes your skin.

His lips follow until he reaches your jaw before he pulls back. “What one are you wearing then?”

“Does it matter?” You cross your arms, the smirk playing on your kissable lips tempting him.

“I have to mentally prepare myself.” And if whatever you chose was too sexy, he would need to get his handsiness out of his system before the pair of you met up with Daniel and his girlfriend. The last thing he needed was to be on the front of some seedy gossip column when his plan was to ease back into it. 

You smile up at him, broad and unrestrained as if knowing your answer would affect him greatly. “The cobalt blue one that makes you stutter.”

The dress in question was just as form fitting as the orange one, but shorter and decidedly more distracting. It fell mid thigh and the spaghetti straps left your shoulders exposed, which coupled with the low back displayed a downright sinful amount of skin. You had worn it at a Torro Rosso event a couple years back and he had scarcely been able to get a full sentence out around you all night. 

“That one’s a close second.” He follows you to your room, leaving you to hunt through the closet while he digs through his suitcase, thankful that he had the foresight to check out of his hotel on the way back from Red Bull and bring his things here.

Because there was no way in hell he was missing a second of being by your side while he was in town. Every moment had to count when he had no idea when he would be able to sleep next to you again, not when the season was nearly over and there were two double headers between now and winter break. When so many variables stood between him and you, he had no problem prioritizing you over a routine workout or a full night’s rest.

Pierre changes into the sweater and a pair of dark skinny jeans well before you emerge from the bathroom. He doesn’t bother responding to Dan’s text that includes an address and reminds him to be on time, instead opting to scroll through his instagram feed. He likes a handful of posts from his fellow drivers, including one of Max actually smiling at something off camera.

“Well?”

Pierre’s head snaps up at the sound of your voice. The phone falls from his hand when he drags his eyes over your body, head to toe and back again. 

Oh, he was so fucked. 

Maybe it was selfish, but with your hair done like that, the barest brush of makeup lining your eyes and in that stunningly blue dress, he didn’t want any other man to have the privilege of laying their eyes on you. 

No, you were all his.

The moment you’re within reach, Pierre places his hands on the back of your thighs, just beneath the curve of your barely covered ass. You chuckle and tap your fingers under his chin. “Close your mouth; you’ll catch flies.”

“Just so you know, if you wear that dress I can’t be held liable for my actions.” Up to and including scaring off anyone that wasn’t Daniel or his girlfriend. No one else deserved to be blessed with your radiance. Hell, he didn’t deserve it, and yet here you stood. 

“We’ll see about that.”

**********

Daniel and his girlfriend had already made their way through a round of drinks by the time you arrive. It wasn’t Pierre’s fault he couldn’t keep his hands off you and wound up getting distracted on the drive over.

"Late as always," she greets, kissing your cheek. "Dan got us here fifteen minutes early because he wanted the table with the best view."

"Like our names wouldn't have gotten us the table if we asked," Pierre says, wrapping Daniel in a one-armed hug before kissing his girl’s cheek in a traditional French greeting. "The view is pretty great though."

You were already leaning on the glass partition, hands curled over the edge and undoubtedly leaving behind fingerprints on the pristine surface, completely unfazed by the fact that the other patrons were staring. You had eyes only for the London skyline and Trafalgar square lit up below. The bar with its white marble tabletops and strict dress code was absolutely not a place that you should be standing on your tiptoes for a better view, but there was no way he could condemn you when your face lit up like that.

Pierre just places a hand on the small of your back and shoots a look at the bartender currently glaring in your direction, daring the smartly dressed man to say anything. He only raises a brow and resumes filling drink orders.

"You guys know how to pick a place," you say, "I could stand here all night."

"Right," Daniel's girlfriend says, rolling her eyes at Pierre who shrugs as if to say what do you want me to do? He was powerless to deny you anything that brought you a semblance of joy; your smile was everything to him. “Love, why don’t you come tell us about uni? You’re the only one of us currently enrolled, and I’m sure the boys would love to hear about all the drama.”

You and Pierre share a secret grin. You shake your head but allow him to guide you back to the cocktail table. “Drama? I’m an engineering major. The closest thing we have to drama is someone grossly miscalculating a structural load.”

Dan shoots Pierre a mischievous grin. “I heard Stroll might be moving next year-”

Both you and Daniel’s girlfriend groan at the same time. “No racing talk when we’re around tonight,” she says. “I’ve heard enough lately.”

“What’s new in the publishing world?” You ask, leaning into Pierre when he wraps an arm around you. He only half listens to her explain the so-called “top secret” project she’s currently working on, instead opting to get drunk on you. 

The light breeze filtering through the surrounding buildings ruffles your hair. You lift a hand absentmindedly to tuck it behind your ear in an attempt to keep it out of your face. Everything you do is amazing to him, snagging his attention even when he should be listening to whatever it was his friends were saying. Your gravity was simply too strong to bother resisting.

“Enough talk,” Daniel’s girlfriend says, waving a hand. “You need a drink, and I want to dance. Let’s go.” Before Pierre can protest, she’s dragging you away to the glass top bar. You throw an apologetic glance over your shoulder and Pierre just winks. He was fine watching you from afar for now.

Pierre’s gaze drops to your perky ass when you lean in to let the bartender know what you want, likely shouting to be heard over the music, your dress riding up a bit with the movement. For having such a strict dress code, this place sure did feel like an upper class club.

You hook your thumb over a shoulder, the bartender’s gaze darting to Pierre before the man nods. The only explanation you offer is a wink, followed by a note on a cocktail napkin and a beer delivered a few minutes later by a server.

This is supposed to be the best beer they have. Just try it.

Leave it to you to constantly push him outside his comfort zone. Pierre tentatively sniffs the foamy glass and shrugs before taking a sip. Not bad, but he still preferred his usual whiskey. 

Setting the glass down, Pierre turns back to Daniel. “Congrats on extending your contract with McLaren by the way. Should give you a decent shot at keeping up with the big boys and landing some serious points.”

“Seems like most of us are moving around, doesn’t it? Sainz to Ferrari, Seb to Aston Martin... The only one with any sort of long term commitment is Max and now me I guess.”

“And Charles,” Pierre adds. “He’s stuck in that red monstrosity for the foreseeable future.”

Daniel laughs, taking a swig from his glass. “And you’re moving too, huh? Austria should be interesting,” Daniel remarks, watching the girls at the bar nursing their own drinks. “What with the news of your new contract breaking and all.”

“Potential contract,” Pierre corrects. “Not for sure yet.”

Daniel scoffs. “Come on mate. You won’t have any problem getting up to seventh by the end of the season. Perez is slipping and the news that his seat is in jeopardy will only help your cause.”

Pierre takes a sip of his amber beer and nods. “I’m sure Perez doesn’t appreciate it, but he’s always been a good sport.” You catch Pierre’s eye and lift your fresh flute of champagne in a mock salute. Dan’s girlfriend drags you out on the dancefloor and immediately spins you. Your laugh is nearly audible, the memory of it fresh in Pierre’s mind as he watches you.

“Mate, have you been listening to a word I’ve said?”

“I’m sorry, what?”

Daniel shakes his head and drains his drink. “I really don’t know how it took you two this long to come together. You’ve been dancing around each other for years but neither of you would admit it.”

“I could say the same about you two.”

Daniel shrugs. “Fair point. At least we got it all worked out in a weekend though.”

Pierre rolls his eyes and shoves his friend’s shoulder. “Whatever. Not all of us can have a perfect love story.” 

The grin Daniel shoots Pierre is pure sunshine. “How long are you planning on waiting before you ask her to marry you?”

“What?” Pierre sputters, nearly choking on air. “Who said anything about marriage?”

“Oh come on,” Dan says, rolling his eyes. “We all know it’s coming eventually.”

Pierre would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about it. But he wasn’t sure if it was the time for a proposal, not when you had just gotten back together. The last thing he wanted to do was go through the pain of losing you again because he was too forward.

“One day at a time,” Pierre says finally, dragging himself back to earth. “I just got her back a few days ago. I don't want to scare her off by proposing just yet.”

“Right. Well you might want to get a ring on that hand sooner rather than later,” Daniel notes, gesturing to the two men who had approached the girls. “How long are we gonna let that go on before we step in?” Neither of you paid the men any attention, instead enjoying each other’s company, but the men’s eyes roaming over your body sets Pierre on edge.

“They can handle themselves,” Pierre remarks, shifting on his feet. The weak attempt at self assurance didn’t do much to negate the red tinting his vision. “They’re fine.”

“Her sharp tongue will hold them at bay,” Daniel says, winking at his girlfriend. “For a while at least.” Props to Daniel for possessing inhuman amounts of restraint, but Pierre’s muscles were coiled and ready to interject at the first sign of trouble. 

He has to pause to remind himself he doesn't own you. You could make your own decisions about who you spoke with and who you entertained as long as he was the one to take you home. He didn't care if you wanted to flirt; he knew it meant nothing and if you got a free drink out if it then so be it. But those were the rules: flirting, no touching. He'd step in if need be if someone took it too far.

But that didn't mean he had to enjoy it.

Pierre watches tight lipped as you politely chat with the man, your body language closed off and dismissive. Pierre hates that you even speak a word to him. He knows it shouldn’t bother him because he trusts you, but the stranger is a wild card. Pierre watches like a hawk as the man inches ever closer, slowly interesting himself into your personal space. He waits for you to take a step back, to grant him that silent permission to come over and insert himself in the conversation and get his hands on you, this proving you weren't on the market.

One of the men shouts something at you over the music and you leer back at him, clearly disgusted at whatever he had said. Whirling on him, you open your mouth, likely to snap out a profanity lined retort, when his hand latches onto your arm.

"Oh, fuck no."

Half a second later, Pierre is stalking across the dance floor, no thoughts other than teaching the asshole a lesson. His hands are already curled into fists, ready to swing if the man hadn't moved by the time he arrived. Tolerating someone hitting on you was one thing, but blatantly ignoring the clear dismissals and laying a hand on you? No way in hell was he standing by and letting that happen.

The resounding crack of your open hand hitting the man’s face has pride swelling in Pierre’s chest. That’s my girl. You’d solved the problem before he’d even arrived. You jab a finger in the man’s face, Daniel’s girlfriend right there with you to back you up.

“Fuck off,” you were saying as Pierre approached, “or do you need to go back to kindergarten and learn to keep your hands to yourself? Maybe next time you’ll think twice before laying a hand on a taken woman- or any woman, for that matter.”

Driving your point home, Pierre slips an arm around your waist and pulls you in until your back is flush to his chest. You crane your neck up, the tense muscles beneath his fingertips and the fury contorting your features confirming just how rattled you are.

The lines creasing your brow are soothed away when you realize who holds you. You open your mouth to say something but Pierre places a hand on your throat, thumb and forefinger framing your jaw as he cuts you off with a kiss, his eyes locked on the guy still standing off to the side holding his cheek. 

You taste like the champagne you’d been sipping all night. It’s the only thought in his head outside of the jealousy licking through his veins like wildfire as he claims you then and there in front of the crowd. Mine, his heart sings. He flexes his fingers, taking advantage of your surprised gasp to slide his tongue against yours. Mine, mine, mine.

Pierre lets you be the one to break away, lips curling in a smug, kiss-swollen smile as you address the men. “In case you still don’t get the picture, I’m not interested. And neither is she.” You jerk your chin, indicating your friend and Daniel, who had indeed followed Pierre and since mirrored his possessive stance, one arm wrapped tightly around his own girlfriend.

The two men reluctantly slink away after mumbling something unintelligible but undoubtedly indecent. It had been a week and a half since he had been on track and he had plenty of pent up aggression to get out. He didn’t normally opt for using someone’s face as a punching back as a stress reliever, but rulers were made to be broken. Your hand splayed on Pierre’s chest is all that stops him from following and asking them to repeat themselves.

“Just let me hit him,” Pierre says, voice far more level and put together than he had expected it to be. “Just one punch. That’s all I would need.” His knuckles smart like he had already connected them to the man’s face. 

“And let you throw away your contract? I don’t think so. The last thing you need is a blurry photo of you knocking someone’s teeth in hitting the front page of every gossip mag in the country. I’m fine, so you can cut the bravado.”

“Yeah, I hear you.” 

“I was wondering how long you were gonna leave us out here,” you say, trying to regain Pierre’s attention. When it doesn’t work, you grasp his stubbled chin and force him to look at you. “I didn’t expect to be stranded for so long.”

The eye contact is what finally calms his racing thoughts. Seeing the trust reflected in your face is enough to have his grip on your waist loosening to allow you to face him. “Someone convinced me you could fend for yourself. And while it seems that’s true, I couldn’t stand it anymore.” 

Your satisfied hum is swallowed by the pounding bass but Pierre feels it rumble in his chest. “Sometimes even a queen needs saving.”

Though his point had long since been proven, Pierre’s hand slides down your back to rest on your ass nonetheless. “I knew you going out looking like this would cause trouble.”

You tip your head to the side, feigning innocence as you press your hips to his. You grin, noticing the hard on that had been bothering him all night. “Looking like what?”

“Drop dead fucking gorgeous,” he says, accentuating his point by sliding his hand up your thigh and under the hem of your dress. “You know I’m tearing this off you the second we get home, right?”

“Why do you think I wore it?”

The sound that escapes him is primal and possessive. The presence of bystanders does nothing to prevent him from palming your ass and kneading the flesh. He presses his lips to your neck and mumbles between kisses, “To torture me.”

You push lightly at his chest, laughing although your eyes dart around the space in search of cameras. Old habits were hard to break. “That may have been part of my motivation. But you’ll have to wait. I haven’t seen Dan in forever and I would actually like to have a conversation with him before we sneak off somewhere.”

At least you knew he wouldn’t be able to wait until you got home to get between your legs. “Fine,” he grumbles, hands settling on your hips. “Only because I love you.”

You beam up at him. “Love you too.”

Arm still slung around your waist, Pierre nods at Daniel and follows the other couple back to the table.

After two more drinks, you and Daniel's girlfriend are singing along to the music in lilting, off key voices, simply enjoying the night air. A stray breeze catches your hair just as you turn to look at Pierre and his heart damn near leaps out of his chest.

To his credit, Pierre’s cheeks are rosy from more than just the charged glances you throw at him as the night wears on. He was on his fourth beer, far more than he usually drank these days, and the buzzing in his head was becoming increasingly hard to ignore. When he has to squint to tell the time on his watch, he figured that was enough.

"I should probably get going mate," Pierre says, turning to Daniel. "Early flight."

Daniel laughs and beacons for the girls. He kisses his girlfriend's cheek when she returns with you in tow. "Are we leaving already?" You pout, and Pierre had half a mind to stay simply have your smile make an encore appearance.

"Car coming," he murmurs, dipping his head to give you a proper kiss. God, you were stunning in that dress- he might not be able to string together words coherently, but he knew that much. 

"Fine." You cross your arms for a split second to convey your feelings on the matter before wrapping your friends in a hug and saying your goodbyes.

Pierre's hand is already on your ass before you're in the uber. Get a few drinks in the boy and he let his guard down. You laugh and pull out of his embrace to usher him into the sleek black suv. If he had been coherent, he probably would have chatted with the driver about the specs of the engine or maybe even racing if he was a fan. Instead the ride is filled with stolen touches and sloppy, wet kisses to your neck.

"I can't wait till we're home," he mumbles. "You're gorgeous. How did I snag you? You're so far out of my league. No way should you be with me."

"I have a thing for guys that go fast in circles on the weekends." 

"Really?" Pierre frowns. "Should I be worried?"

"No. You're the only one I have eyes for." His head is fuzzier than when you left the bar but your laugh breaks through, his stomach flipping at the melody of it. "And we are home."

Pierre blinks, realizing he does indeed stand in your kitchen, with no recollection of climbing the three flights of stairs between the street and your flat. "Oh. When did that happen?"

"After I half dragged you up the stairs." You bend over to undo the straps of your heels, giving him the perfect view. He lets out a whistle that ends in a hiccup.

"Take me to bed, lover," he says in what he thinks is a husky voice. It should be impossible for you to resist.

You roll your eyes and wrap an arm around his middle. "That's the plan. I'll take you to bed, strip you out of that sweater, and you'll be asleep before your head hits the pillow."

"Nnnnnno," he protests, hand sliding down your exposed back to settle at the base of your spine. "I wanna make the most of tonight. I leave tomorrow."

"You don't leave until noon," you point out. "Plenty of time to nurse your hangover and have fun before then, after you drink some water and get some sleep."

"But baby-"

"No buts. Do as I say or I'll send you off tomorrow without a goodbye kiss."

Even in his half drunken state he knew it was a swiss cheese lie, spotted with holes and completely stale. You'd never let him leave without a kiss goodbye because neither of you knew if it would be the last time. He was a race car driver after all, and that came with risks. 

But he sighs anyways and slips off the cream sweater, letting it fall to the floor. At least one of you kept their promises. 

After confirming he was settled into bed, you retreat to the bathroom. His heart aches at the absence, even though you're mere feet away with nothing but a thin door separating the two of you. He registers the sound of the tap turning on and your soft, off key humming of the last song he remembered hearing before getting out of the uber.

"Mon amour," he croons when you re-emerge in a set of silk pajamas. He reaches out his hands for you and you slide under the covers, immediately slotting your body against his. A leg hitches over his hip, tugging him closer until your middles touch.

"Mmm," he mumbles, nuzzling into your neck. "Je t'aime. Tu es l'amour de ma vie et nous vivons d'amour et d'eau fraîche."

"I have no idea what you're saying," you whisper, running your fingers through his hair. "But I like it. Feel free to keep going."

"Tes baisers sont du feu et je fond à ton toucher." He presses his lips to your neck before resuming his mumbled French. "Je pense toujours à toi. Je veux être avec toi pour toujours. Tu as mon cœur et je ne voudrais pas qu'il en soit autrement."

"I like the sound of that." You press a soft, sweet kiss to his forehead. God, that tenderness was why he loved you. That, and your personality, and your eyes, and your… everything. "Dormir, my love. I'll be here to listen to your pretty words in the morning."

The single word of his mother tongue on your lips has him smiling. "Oui, tu le feras. Parce que tu es à moi et je suis à toi."

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The Fire Escape

warnings ➛ A couple of swear words here and there, mentions of death, endgame spoilers, and a dash of far from home erasure.

word count ➛ 4.7K

synopsis ➛ After the events of End Game, Peter Parker takes a break from his crime fighting persona, but when Spider-Man is called to a mission in Sokovia, he realizes that you might not be ready to handle the life of an Avenger’s girlfriend. There’s a little bit of angst, but not enough to keep you up at night.

“Y/N… Earth to Y/N.”

Peter ropes you back to reality with a light squeeze of your hand, a simple gesture that you return two-fold. On normal dates, the competition would ignite almost immediately, squeezing each other’s hands back and forth, under varying degrees of pressure, until one of you cried uncle — but this is far from a normal date.

It had started innocently enough. Peter had begged Dr.Banner to let him leave his “internship” an hour early just so he could surprise you at work. You assumed — after some superb groveling on Peter’s part — that Bruce agreed, because the end of your shift was met with a parchment wrapped dozen of blushing roses, accompanied by your equally blushing boyfriend. The two of you were able to snag one of the emptier carts on the N train, and were accompanied by a small Greek woman who sent a warm smile when you nestled your head into Peter’s shoulder. The smile disappeared as soon as he started using the poles as his personal jungle gym, but your laugh made up for its loss as he offered his hand out, begging you to join him with a Gene Kelly-esque flair. He ushered you into one of your favorite ramen places during your stroll down Ditmars, pulling out your chair when you were given a table, pretending not to notice how you snuck a noodle or two from his bowl when he wasn’t looking. Your heart felt so warm, you’re surprised it didn’t melt.

So why does everything seem so off now? You and Peter are walking side by side down 37th avenue, he’s rambling excitedly about some new enhancement he made to his web slingers, the evening breeze is kissing your cheeks as it waltzes around the autumn foliage, and somehow, you feel like you’re in the eye of a hurricane.

“Where’d you go?” Peter tries to reel you back in once more and succeeds, craning his head to meet your gaze.

“Oh, just a quick jog.” you tease. There’s a thin edge underlying your sarcasm, and you wonder if he can hear it, too. You’re only a block away from your apartment, and the tiny voice in the back of your mind rationalizes that nothing could ruin your impromptu date night if you were tucked away in your home — because you always feel safe when you’re home. Yet, with no solid evidence to confirm or deny the thought, you’re in a race with the block to dig through your purse.

“Oh, well don’t forget to warm up.” he teases back. His caramel hues, once alight with a mirthful glint, start to descend into an uneasy resolve that only confirms your suspicions, but you’re too occupied by the whereabouts of your keys to notice. “Speaking of warm up, actually, there’s something I have to ask you.”

“Shoot.” you reply offhandedly.

“Well, I- I don’t know how to say this.” The tremor in his voice is subtle, but just present enough to pull you from your search.   “There’s- uh- there’s something going on in Sokovia, or at least what’s left of it. There’s a lot of feedback coming off the maps, like a… a hotplate of cosmic activity, so Captain wants the entire team there.”

There it is — that dark cloud that hung over your head this evening finally drenches you in a sharp, cold blanket of realization. Your heart stops, aches, and then crumbles to the pit of your stomach, waiting to be washed away by the waves of terror that crash upon your airways, and despite the wash cycle of emotions you’ve just endured, you feel far from clean. In fact, everything feels heavy — from the weight of your heart to your ragged breath — paralyzed by the idea that each thump, each exhale, brings you closer to the moment where Peter has to leave.

You started dating a year and a half ago, and two years have passed since half of the population was restored to its rightful plane of existence. Iron Man’s death left a massive hole in Peter’s morale, as well as a nagging doubt that he would never be able to take on the mantle he was left with. So, for the first time since he was bitten by that radioactive spider, he cowered in the face of adversity. Not only had he lost a mentor, he had lost his friend — and when Tony Stark sacrificed his life, he was under the impression that the heroes he saved would continue to protect the world, but sometimes Peter wonders if that still reigns true. If Mr.Stark knew just how easily the team had crumbled, how easily he had crumbled, would he still leave? Three and a half years later and Peter still can’t find the answer.

Meanwhile, when it seemed like the world needed him most, Spiderman slipped into obscurity. Now he only makes an appearance when the newscast is a little too bleak to ignore, and even then, he usually sticks to the rogue bank heist or back alley mugging.

You try not to pry, knowing that each time you ask about his brief hiatus is like poking an open wound, and, albeit selfishly, you relish in the fact that your boyfriend isn’t throwing himself in harm's way. However, now seems like a better time than ever for an interrogation, seeing as this is not only the first Avengers mission he’s attended in your relationship, but the first mission to ever span past the Hudson.

No obstacle prior has conjured a looming sense of dread and anxiety as palpable as the one you’re toting now. You can already feel it bubbling in your chest, like a cauldron of endless toils, expelling a hazy fog that makes your head spin.

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t give out on me now.” You don’t realize that your knees buckled beneath you until Peter comes to your rescue, and you silently wish that all of his heroic excursions could be this simple. The warmth of his hand bleeds past your winter coat and business casual blouse as it settles against the small of your back, and your body betrays you as it melts into his touch. “Contrary to popular belief, I’m actually not CPR certified.”

“I- I’m sorry.” Your mouth is bone dry, and you can barely muster a laugh convincing enough to counter his attempt at humor, so you don’t. You opt on settling your gaze upon the entrance of your building, just over Peter’s shoulder, and trying to ground yourself enough to stand without his help.

Peter’s hand still lingers on your form when you shuffle away from him, moving from the small of your back to the curve of your elbow. He can tell that you’re shaken, he expected that much from the get go, so he doesn’t leave your side, encroaching on the space you so obviously seek.  

“I don’t know- I don’t…” You muster just enough courage to counter his gaze, and a tiny frown creases between your brows, confusion riddling every other feature. “What exactly are you asking me?”

He pauses, searching for the answer himself. “Well, I guess- I just wanna know how you’re feeling.”

You chalk it up to your sudden sense of irritability, but his question just pisses you off. How dare he throw out a semblance of hope, a faulty impression, that you’d have any choice in this matter. You climb the three steps up to the front door, dolled up in dismay, and still try to find purchase in the illusion that you have any control in the matter. Maybe that’s what pushes you over the deep end, your once honeyed voice now curdled by venom — the hopelessness of it all. “Oh, I’m fine! I’m amazing, Peter. After the way you buttered me up all evening, how could I possibly be upset?”

“Y/N, that’s not fair-” Peter’s visibly taken aback, his features mimicking your own. You can see the cogs turning in his head, formulating some way to diffuse this situation before it really begins, but now that the gates are opened, it’s too late for you to hold anything back.

“Why not? Cause it’s the truth?” You cut him off, freshly manicured nails digging into your palms in an attempt to keep your tone even. “Let me tell you what’s not fair — You don’t even know how long you’re gonna be gone, do you?”

You’re met with a mutual silence, which confirms just how equally unaware you both are.

“Exactly.” At this point, your nerves are getting the best of you. Whether you lay all of your feelings out to him tonight or not, a sickening thought will remain — Peter is going to leave, and there’s a chance he won’t come back. So you persist, your hues boring into his own with each word. “You don’t know what it’s like to sit in our bed and wonder if you’re gonna be in it the next morning. You don’t know how terrifying it is to watch the news and pray to god that you’re not a part of it. You’re never going to be in my shoes when it comes to all of this, and I pray to god that you never have to be because I never want you to feel this way. That’s what’s not fair.” You wish your voice hadn’t grown weaker with each blow, you wish you could utter your last few thoughts with an unwavering certainty, but you know you can’t — not when a sob threatens to bubble up from the back of your throat. “That you can just decide to swing across the globe and put your life in danger while I sit at home and worry about you, and the worst part is that it only makes me love you more.”

“Y/N, do you think this is easy for me?” he’s never raised his voice at you, especially not like this, but it looks like tonight is a series of firsts for the both of you. “I haven’t been on a mission with the Avengers since high school, since —” Since Mr.Stark died. You know.

It’s not like he didn’t try to say it, he did, but the name just felt so foreign on his tongue. After years of inactivity, the threat of unearthing all those memories, all those bright eyed, bushy tailed endeavors, was almost as bad as remembering that he was gone — or even worse, not remembering them at all. But where could he retreat to now? He’s stuck between a rock and a hard place, forced to choose between the thought of losing Mr.Stark, or the thought of losing you. His thoughts are raw and earnest as he tries to placate the latter. “I don’t want to leave you. It terrifies me to think of all the things that could happen to you while I’m gone —”

“Obviously it doesn’t scare you enough, because you’re still going!” You punch the last two words, as if you’re suddenly trying to talk to him from across the street.

“I don’t have a choice, Y/N! I don’t-”

Your argument skids to a screeching halt, rivaling the groan of the metal door that guards your apartment complex, and with it appears Ms.Nunez — the single mother that lives a floor below you, whose ability to juggle her graveyard shifts at the hospital with her two rambunctious toddlers is almost as impeccable as her timing.

She appears to be in a rush as she skirts past you, but not enough to stop her from sending Peter an all too knowing look — one that screams “what did you do to that poor girl?”, with only the view of your red, puffy eyes and guarded stance to back up her assumption.

And with an opportunity so golden laying at your feet, who are you to ignore it? You catch the door before it hits the frame and slip into the yellowed entryway, barreling up the stairwell before he can question her weighted stare. You leave Peter no choice but to slip past Ms.Nunez in your pursuit, without so much as a goodbye, but a few choice words still sit on the back of his tongue, waiting to be swallowed.

Normally, the five stories of stairs leaves you winded by the third, but you chalk your superhuman stamina up to adrenaline. Luckily for you, you’re able to reach the last flight of stairs as Peter climbs up the first. Unluckily for you, you seem to forget that your boyfriend actually does have superhuman stamina, and you swear to fucking god that he’s flying up the stairwell by the time you shut the door behind you.

The door slams twice more after that, one loud bang to signal Peter’s entrance and one to punctuate it. His voice pierces through the apartment, firm and unyielding. “This conversation isn’t over, Y/N.”

He has no idea where you’ve run off to, ruling out the kitchen once he drapes his jacket over the center island. All he can hear is your voice, muffled behind one of the walls, calling out to him with little emotion to spare. “Oh, yes it is. I’m over it. It’s over.”

“Well, that’s mature.” He mutters under his breath, not expecting you to hear him, let alone respond.

“Oh, I’m so glad you think so!” You chuckle dryly, ”‘Cause your judgment of maturity is oh so rational and not at all fucking batshit.” And he thought he had enhanced hearing.

“You know what? You’re right.” He scoffs, letting the slam of the bathroom door punctuate his final words. “I’m over this, too.”

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“Y/N?” Peter calls out, but to no avail. It’s on nights like these where he wishes you weren’t fighting, knowing fully well that you would command him to the bed with a downward pointing finger and the best glare you could muster. You’ve always loved the way his hair curled into soft, chestnut waves, so you didn’t mind weaving through his damp tresses before he went to sleep. You would make up some excuse about how the process helped give his curls definition, and he would always end up way too tired and relaxed to call you out on it.

You’re nowhere to be found, though. Your comforter is still as haphazard as it was this morning, and the kitchen is void of your late night snack ravaging. The only sign of your presence is found in the open window next to you bed, and way the curtains float against the evening breeze, leaving him to ponder your whereabouts at a breakneck speed. 

A million visions of paranoia screen through his mind all at once, but he’s quick to dismiss them, oddly familiar with the prospect of losing someone, and all the fretting that comes with it.

And you know better than to wander the streets of the city so late at night — but with all of the venom being spewed throughout the apartment, Peter wouldn’t be surprised if you needed a small reprieve. Even for just a quick trip to the corner market. He’s well aware of the eagle eye you sport in the moonlit streets, as well as the switchblade that sits in the side pocket of your bag, but he knows better than anyone that you have to expect the unexpected in these streets.

He pulls out his phone, ready to shoot you a quick text when the bars of the fire escape let out a metallic groan. Despite your apartment’s... adequate amenities, you’d never had a problem with the fire escape. The finicky oven? Maybe, but never the fire escape.

Even without his spidey senses tingling, he has no choice but to poke his head through the window pane, and to his surprise, he ends up killing two birds with one stone.

“I didn’t know you were out here.” Peter balances on the window sill, crouching in a near feline stance as he surveys your position — bundled between the metal grates of the fire escape and your downy comforter. Your lips are parted in a tiny “o”, eyelids blanketing your hues, and with the street lights flickering to life across the seam of thirty-eighth avenue, you’re nothing short of angelic — features now outlined in a seraphic, dewy haze.

If he wasn’t feeling guilty beforehand, the sight before him guarantees he is now.

“Yeah, that was kind of the point.” you murmur. You don’t bother to open your eyes, not even when the iron beams start to squeak under Peter’s weight. “Can I help you with something? I’m pretty sure this thing has a weight limit, and this is a weighted blanket.”

You’re met with silence, and you hate to admit it, but you’d take his silent presence over your self-induced isolation any day. Despite the fact that you only moved in together four months prior, your body has grown accustomed to his presence, subconsciously weaving it into your daily routine. There were nights when you would splay out like a starfish in your childhood bedroom, waiting restlessly for the gentle wrap of his knuckles at the window pane, and that same restlessness bleeds into nights in your shared apartment,  which then bleeds into now. Sure, you can trick your body into sleeping, but rest seems to be boroughs and islands away when Peter’s not there to wish you a good night.

A terse silence settles between the two of you, and you blink up at Peter, expecting him to break it since you surely wouldn’t.

“Why here?” Peter exceeds your expectations with his query. His gaze is fixed on Manhattan’s skyline — even from the tippy top of the complex, he can still make out the jagged glittering, crust of the city’s bustling core — and it’s then he finds the answer to his very own question.

“I used to sneak onto the fire escape at my parents place, too.” you reminisce, the corners of your lips curling into a bittersweet grin. “The apartment walls were thin, and whenever they would fight, or talk shit about something I did that day, I would just sit on the fire escape until I fell asleep.”

“How?” He breaks yet another lengthy pause, and you fight the urge to chuckle at his candor, settling with a lazy grin. “I mean, no offense, but Astoria isn’t exactly a library.”

“Yeah, but inside, I knew exactly what they were saying, how they were feeling — it was all in the air. At least out here everything just… blends together. It’s kind of peaceful in a way.”

Your voice is so timid and gentle as you recall your childhood, reflecting on moments that seem lifetimes away despite the handful of years in between. Peter’s gaze is transfixed on your profile, skating down the slope of your nose and skirting the curves of your lips until he realizes just how small you are. He tends to hold you on a pedestal, a habit he’s retained since the very beginning of your relationship, so sometimes it still baffles him to know that you can be anything but perfect — that you too can be human, and make human mistakes.

“How come I’ve never seen you out here before?” He feels like a little kid, question after question slipping past his lips before he even has the chance to filter them.

“‘Cause I haven’t had a reason to hide since I moved in with you.”

And just when he thought he couldn’t feel even guiltier, he’s soon overflowing with it. It kills him to know that you felt the need to escape, and you’ll never admit it after tonight, but he was the one who pushed you toward it.

“I’m sorry.” Peter blurts out, not expecting you to say —

“I’m sorry.”

You furrow your brows, cutting him off before he can even open his mouth to protest. “I’m just so used to my Peter. Sometimes it’s hard to remember that I’m sharing him with the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.”

“Hey, hey — look at me.” His thumb traces the spot right under your eye, using his pinky to nudge the curve of your jaw upward, toward his gaze — heavy and drenched in a type of resoluteness that leaves your mouth bone dry. “It may not always seem like it, but trust me when I tell you that you’re always going to be my top priority.”

“Peter, you’re being dramatic.” You sigh, finding it hard to believe that your life could take any precedence over the safety of mankind itself.

“No, I’m being honest.” His voice, his gaze, they leave no room for protest. You feel a little awkward being the center of their attention, and so it’s a relief when they shift to the city’s skyline once more. “Look over there, you know what that is?”

“Central Park?”

“Mhm, good girl.” Crimson blooms across the valley of your cheeks at his choice of nickname, no matter how innocently he uttered it, but your attention still remains undivided. “I figured out that I can get home quicker if I cut through it.”

You quirk a brow, and he doesn’t need to ask to know exactly what you’re thinking — So what if he hasn’t figured out which trains he needs to board in order to make a dent in his homebound commute? It’s the thought that counts.

“Sometimes like to just stop for a second and watch some of the people in the park, but not in, like, a creepy way? You know what I mean?” A subtle hint of embarrassment tinges his features, but dissolves once he notices your understanding nod.  “Is there a word for that?”

“Yeah, it’s called people watching.” You snickered, trying to imagine your boyfriend and his attempts at roasting the New York natives. “MJ and I do it all the time.”

“No, but with less… shit talking.” He counters.

Ouch.

“Oh…” You’re stumped, unsure of where he’s heading and, quite frankly, a little humbled by his read. “Hmm… Carry on?”

“Well,” Peter lets his hand rest palm forward on his knee, fingers gently curled, and you’re well acquainted with the gesture. Almost instinctively, you hover your hand above his own, digits clumsily dancing with one another as he speaks, and for a fleeting second, everything is back to normal. “It’s just… mind-blowing sometimes. There’s so much life there, all at once. All of these people are just living their lives, making their way home, falling in love, falling out of love, buying overpriced hotdogs from the street vendors — The other day I saw this mom fishing her two toddlers out of that fountain on Terrace road and honestly, if they don’t end up with superpowers, I’ll be shocked.” He can tell he’s drifted wildly off track by the way you nod, slowly and unsure, as to not offend him and his train of thought. “The point is… I used to protect all of that, and it used to make me so happy.”

“You still do,” You murmur, not one to discredit the risks he does take in the name of New York. Just because his enemies aren’t held to the same caliber as, say, Thanos, doesn’t mean they aren’t worthwhile. “All that matters is that you’re doing what you can.”

You hesitantly intertwine your fingers with his, in just a delicate enough hold to let him reject it if he so chooses. Your lips softly quirk upward when he only tightens the grip.

“Thank you.” He offers a comforting smile, one that barely reaches his eyes, and you can tell that he has more to say. So, you squeeze his hand, silently urging him to continue. “Well, I just- after Mr.Stark… passed away… it was really hard to remember why I started doing all of it in the first place. Like- I hate saying this, but why do we keep protecting all of these strangers when all the people we do know just keep getting hurt?” He winces at his own words, so far removed from such bitterness that he can barely believe he once thought such selfish things. “But then- then I get to see all of the people that I’ve been protecting, and suddenly it all makes sense again. All I want to do is make sure people are safe, and happy, and hopefully… Hopefully, when we’re older, and we have kids that jump in the fountains at Central Park, someone like me will be watching… and they’ll feel the exact same way.”

When we’re older, When we have kids... Those promises of marriage, of a loving family, of a future — they bounce off your eardrums like a mantra. Soon, you can’t even imagine thinking about anything but Peter’s words, and how much you love him right now, and how you’ll love him until your heart can’t possibly take it anymore. You can read what he’s trying to portray loud and clear — He loves you, he can see a future with you, and if there’s ever a doubt in your mind that his feelings may have changed, you can look out into the world and find pieces of his heart in every passing face.

“I haven’t been doing everything I can to make sure that’s possible, though.” He breaches your lovesick trance, reminding you that there’s still a thread of discord dangling between you. One that you can see rapidly disappearing with each passing second. “I have to go on this mission, Y/N. I wanna start helping people again. I wanna do right by him.”

“I know.” You whisper, conceding to the fact that you will always want what’s best for him, even if you aren’t a fan of the circumstances. “It doesn’t make it any less sucky.”

“C’mere.” He can barely pat his thighs before you’re crawling toward him. He passes a warm hand under your thigh once you straddle his waist, scooping you further into his lap, and uses his free hand to encompass the nape of your neck. You feel like you could melt, being cradled between his strong, toned  arms, and the feeling only intensifies when his lips seek out yours. His lips are soft, and warm, and taste like listerine, and you couldn’t ask for anything more perfectly suited for you.    

“I love you.” He murmurs against your lips, without a trace of uncertainty. His thumb wipes the corner of your mouth, and he continues to plant a series of sweet, soft butterfly kisses over every patch of skin he can get his lips on — your cheeks, your nose, your temple.

He’s so wrapped up in his gentle ministrations that he barely hears you return the sentiment, eyes fluttering to a close as you breathe out, “I love you.”

“Please come inside,'' he whispers against your forehead, punctuating his plea with a chaste kiss.

You pretend to entertain the thought, tapping your index finger against your chin, before shaking your head with a waggish simper. Fortunately for you, it doesn’t take long for him to take the bait, and he disappears through the window. You can just barely make out the harmony of wild rustling and hushed obscenities coming from your room before Peter is returning to your makeshift bed, clad in the cheesy “The Floor is Lava!” hoodie you snagged from a street vendor during your trip to Pompeii the summer beforehand.

“I’m not gonna lie to you, Y/N,” Peter’s voice is tight, shuffling his knees across the fretted ground as he crawls into your lap. It takes him all of three seconds to make himself comfortable, collapsing between your thighs, and you seize the opportunity to weave your fingers through his soft, chestnut locks. “I don’t think I can make this a recurring thing. I can already feel the scoliosis forming.”

“You’re such a drama queen,” you scoff, only to be met with a scandalized set of caramel hues. “I think you can make it through the night without any permanent damage to your spine.” With droopy eyes, your body starts to hum with the tell-tale signs of sleep, and your voice drips with drowsiness as you murmur, “And I wanna savor as many nights with you as I can.”

“I know,” he whispers back, the aftertaste of guilt intermingling with the abashment that follows your sleepy confession. ”I know. I’m right here, babe.”

And he swore, in that very moment, that nothing would change that.

[anonymousfiction211]

Hi, could you do a story where reader is having a panic attack and scared of letting Loki see them like this? Male reader please? The cause of the panic attack is someone judging them for their weigh. Loki comforting them. Please?

A/N: It's in an alternate universe were Loki and Tom Hiddleston are in a relationship together, and since Loki is an Avenger they live in the tower. Since Tom himself is being shamed sometimes - which still breaks my heart - I tried to work that into the story. Hope you like this :)

Warnings: hurt/comfort, bit angsty.

Panick attack ‘God he looks like a bean stick, doesn’t he?’ Tony said

‘Haha yes, some people aren’t built for muscles’ Sam chimed in.

That were the only two sentences Tom had heard of the conversation, but it was enough to make him spiral out of control. He had no idea how long they were talking about him, and had no intention to stay and discover how long they would go on. He wanted nothing more than to go into his bed, and cry. One problem, the chance of encountering his very fit boyfriend – with literally the body of a god - was too high. He had to find a hiding place, and fast.

Walking through the hallway he tried to hold back his tears. That unsettling, but very familiar feeling, started to creep in. His stomach felt in knots and he became nauseated. His breathing increased, but he tried to get it under control. His whole body felt tense and his temperature was rising. With no other option, he opted for the toilet of the library. Quickly entering the toilet, he slammed the door behind him and made sure it was locked. Closing the toilet-lit he sat down on the lit. He put his elbows on his thighs and his hands on either side of his head. Now he was locked in an internal war with himself, one that he lost over and over again.

The first battle he lost was with his tears. They were streaming down his face. He tried to close his eyes, bite his lip and tilt back his head, but the tears kept coming. The toilet felt like a hundred degrees and sweat was starting to form on his forehead, his hands already damp and lightly shaking. That was the second battle he lost. He tried to keep the bad thoughts away, because everybody is different. Not everyone wants to have big muscles to show of, he didn’t want to spend all his time at the gym, watching what he ate. He only liked to run, was that so wrong? But the constant ridicule from the people around him was too much. Thoughts that he was too thin, too lean, didn’t look sexy, at least not sexy enough for his boyfriend were swarming through his head. And that was the moment he lost the war.

His breathing sped up and he was inhaling loudly. It was even becoming painful for his lungs, but Tom felt like he couldn’t breathe anymore. Everything around him was spinning. He felt like dying. A knock on the door startled him. God, no not now! He couldn’t let anybody see him, he was too ashamed. He tried to silence his breaths, but it was no use.

‘Who is in there? Is everything all right?’ a familiar voice on the other side of the door said.

No, no no... not Loki. Why? Tom thought. Loki was the last person on this planet that could see him like this. He wanted to tell him to leave, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t even breathe! It felt like he was suffocating.

‘I’m unlocking the door’ Loki said. Tom wanted to protest, but still couldn’t say a thing.

The lock of the door slowly turned. The handle was pushed down and the door opened, revealing a concerned Loki. When Loki saw his panting boyfriend, covered in sweat, crouched inwards on the toilet lit he was shocked. He ran towards him, flicking his wrists to close the door behind him. He got on his knees, in between Tom’s legs and grabbed his hands.

‘Love, what’s wrong? What happened?’ Loki asked full of concern.

Tom just closed his eyes and kept gasping for air. He didn’t want to gasp for air anymore, it hurt too much to do so.

‘Tom, open your eyes. Look at me’ Loki said.

Tom just shook his head. ‘I’m sorry’ ‘I’m sorry’ ‘I’m sorry’ he repeated in a mantra over and over again between the gasps.

‘Tom, open your eyes’ Loki said more sternly.

Tom opened his eyes and looked at his boyfriend through the tears. He kept apologizing, for nothing and everything at the same time.

‘Just breathe, love. In… and out. In… and out’ Loki encouraged while demonstrating his own breathing.

Loki kept looking into Tom’s eyes, rubbing the back of his hands, and breathing with him. It took a while, but Tom stopped apologizing and his breathing was slowing. Now, he felt dread, because he had to tell Loki what happened. He was so scared that Loki would realise he was too good for him, he would for sure leave him. If not now then somewhere in the future. Tom felt cold, and started to shiver. The tears had stopped streaming and his breathing was painful, but even.

‘Are you cold? Do you want to come back to our room?’ Loki said softly.

Tom didn’t say anything but nodded slightly. ‘I-, I don’t..’ he said with a hoarse voice, but Loki shushed him.

‘I’ll teleport us’ Loki said. He helped Tom up for the lit and hold him tightly against him through the spell. Back in their room he still held on to Tom, figuring the spell would make him feel slightly dizzy. After the long hug he sat Tom down on the bed and conjured up a blanket to put around him, hoping he would soon stop shivering.

‘Are you all right?’ Loki asked.

Tom nodded.

‘What happened, love?’

When Tom tried to speak a chocked sob came out. He buried his face in his hands, trying to get away from Loki. Loki put an arm around his shoulder and let him cry in his chest for a moment. He stroked Tom’s hair to calm him down and whispered that everything will be all right. After Tom calmed down again he let him retract just enough to let him explain what happened.

‘It’s nothing’ Tom said a bit sheepishly.

‘That was not nothing’ Loki shot back. ‘Tell me, please’ he added softly.

‘I- ehm.. overheard a conversation between Tony and Sam’ Tom said sadly.

When he didn’t say anything more, Loki decided to push it a little. ‘What were they saying?’ assuming it would be something hurtful about himself. To his surprise, it wasn’t.

‘They were making fun of me.. for not having enough muscles’ Loki heard Tom say in the smallest voice he had ever heard of Tom, making his heart break. He felt Tom tense up and try to hide himself again.

Loki grabbed either side of Tom’s face. ‘Love, to me you are absolutely perfect. There is not a thing I would change. Don’t listen to these two idiots. What do they know? They have to use robotics to even stand a chance during missions’ Loki said.

‘It’s just.. you’re .. you, you know. Godly. And I’m me.. just me’ Tom hesitatingly answered.

‘You’re you, and you’re mine. You’re perfect in my eyes, and I wish you would see yourself like I see you’ Loki said.

‘I’m just afraid that one day you will wake up, see what they mean. Not find me attractive and leave me’ Tom almost whispered.

‘You are by far the most attractive person I ever met. Not only on the outside, but also within. You’re sweet, kind, forgiving and always see the positive side of everything. Too be honest, I wish sometimes to be more like you. And I am the one who is actually afraid that one day you will truly realize the gravity of my past and sometimes current actions, and that you will leave me’ Loki said, for the God of Lies he knew that Tom knew that he was being honest.

Loki smiled a little when Tom snuggled closer against him. ‘You know that I truly love you’ Tom responded. Loki was caressing the back of his boyfriend and the two of them enjoyed a moment of silence.

‘But what if, I want to change?’ Tom said, breaking the silence.

‘What do you mean?’ Loki hesitatingly asked.

‘Maybe, I can work out more?’ Tom said.

‘You don’t have to do that for anyone’ Loki sternly answered. ‘It’s important that you’re comfortable in your own skin, trust me. You will hate every minute of your life if you’re not’ he added sadly.

‘I- I don’t know’ Tom answered.

‘No worries. Take all the time you need. Just promise me that next time you ever feel like this, and have a panic attack. You call me. Day and night, promise?’

‘I promise’ Tom said. Loki grabbed his face again and kissed him deeply. He was relieved to see Tom smile, even if it was a small smile. He could tell from his face that Tom was emotionally drained. So, the rest of the night Loki pampered Tom with tea, chocolates, his favourite movie, and a very comfortable blanket. Tom had fallen asleep halfway through the movie, but not Loki. Loki was thinking about the people that hurt his boyfriend. He wouldn’t kill them, that is what he used to do. But he promised himself that he would hurt them.

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[sneezefiction]

I have a request for Tsukki. So we know he’s mean and snarky to everyone and everything, and he’s like that with his significant other as well. Which is okay. But I wanted you to wright a story about how he gets caught using his boyfriend voice by the volleyball team. He gets all frustrated and flustered cause he got caught being nice. 💖💖💖 Thank you.

Boyfriend Voice

Tsukishima x Reader - Scenario

a/n: okay so i really played around w/ this a bunch and well... it’s basically a crack fic. but i really hope you enjoy this goofy mess i’ve created hehehe. and thank you for the ADORABLE, fluffy request

warnings: language

wc: 970

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It happens every so often.

You’ll be going about your daily routines and all of a sudden, you’re the embodiment of charm and cuteness.

These situations just happen to occur whenever Tsukishima is close enough to notice.

Something like you trying to reach the top shelf of a cabinet to grab a cookbook. The way you stretch to grasp it, pulling your shirt up and exposing your skin.

Maybe you’re leaning over to speak to a baby and your voice takes on the sweetest nature and quality. 

Or you’re being smothered in puppy kisses, tiny paws stamping their prints on your thighs, your giggles filling the span of the room, or echoing off the houses in your neighborhood.

All of these things are objectively good, Tsukki decides

You are undeniably adorable and even Tsukki cannot resist the effect you have on him, swearing you’re going to ruin him someday.

However, if it were only an emotional adjustment he had encountered under those (unfortunately) lovable circumstances, there wouldn’t be much of an issue.

He could deal with the undignified fluttering of butterflies and the pink tint that forced its way onto his profile.

It was the voice that came with those symptoms that gave him such grief.

A voice that grew too fondly of your presence, allowing itself to forget it’s master. Utterly vexing.

Oh, how could it betray him?

Yes, Tsukishima is suffering from and referring to his dreaded “boyfriend voice.”

The pitch raises into a mild and kind tone, showcasing an entirely new side of Tsukki. A side unknown even to himself.

And you just eat it up.

There’s nothing more satisfying than being coated in compliments and teased relentlessly by your blonde boyfriend with a voice that reminds you how genuinely rare you are to him.

Even when he’s insulting the living hell out of you, as long as you’re alone, the “boyfriend voice” will inevitably shine through. 

But at school? In public? Around friends?

Hell no.

He had a reputation to uphold. Pride! Standards!

Yet, no matter what he does, things never go according to Tsukishima’s plan.

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You habitually visit Karasuno’s volleyball practice after school every day.

You’re usually greeted with adoring shouts and rounds of laughter. Pretty, smiling faces, sweaty from jumping and tumbling around the court.

You love that you’ve been so welcomed by your boyfriend's team and you always shoot them your friendliest smile…

But still, you never fail to save your truest charms for Tsukki.

You admire him from afar, observing his build on the court. Always so focused.

He’s intimidating. Daunting. Powerful.

But as soon as he steps off the court, there you are.

His demeanor visibly relaxes, a softness falls over his previously rigid stance, and that honey-golden gaze lights up just enough that you notice… but no one else.

And he tries to remain discreet. Calm, cool, and collected.

That is until you run up to him, gathering him up in an embrace.

He’s sweaty, but it’s okay. You don’t mind.

You missed him today.

And apparently, he’d missed you too, because he instantly has you pressed up against his chest, laying his head atop your own. There were perks to being this tall. This just happened to be one of his favorites.

The team had gone on break, scattered throughout the gym, and noise saturated the room from strategizing and planning.

So he takes a moment to let you know he loves you while everyone else is distracted… 

And that beautiful voice decides to join in as well.

It’s sultry but soothing. The alluring expressions dripping into your ears almost like a lullaby.

“Hey, baby… Didn’t your dumbass have to retake that math test from this afternoon? I thought you’d come later.” He jokes with a soft smile on his lips, the harsh words bizarrely refreshing.

“Nah, I told you I passed. Also, we can’t all be big-brained like you, weirdo.” You flick his forehead, playfully.

A few heads turn toward you two, but it goes unnoticed by Tsukki, still watching you closely.

“Maybe if you’d stop procrastinating your cute ass wouldn’t need my help studying anymore.” He shoots back a little too loudly.

The volume in the room drops significantly after that comment, now even more ears turned toward Tsukki, his arms still around you.

Tsukki had only recently warmed up to PDA, so the whole team is in shock, their absolute curiosity taking over.

“Well, whatever. I’m proud of you.” He mumbles out.

There it is. The true boyfriend voice. Sweet and simple.

It isn’t monotone and there isn’t a hint of sarcasm.

He just sounds… happy? Like maybe he isn’t an asshole all the time?

“Tsukishima… are you being nice?” Hinata butts in, practically wedging himself between you two whilst tilting his head, that orange hair flipping with it.

And suddenly, Tsukki is back in the real world, out of his trance.

What had he said again? How did Hinata get there? Had he been there the whole time?

And why is it that the entire Karasuno volleyball team is either gathering around you or staring from afar?

Even Kiyoko’s unable to look away.

“EVERYONE, TSUKISHIMA IS ACTUALLY NICE!” Tanaka blurts out, completely stunned.

Nishinoya is snickering in the corner. 

Daichi and Asahi are sick and tired of this team.

“So now we know how y/n can actually deal with him… ahh, the mystery is solved.” Sugawara comments, clearly having wondered this before.

Yamaguchi is doing damage control, trying to calm everyone down.

But before Tsukki can even speak, his body has made a beeline toward the door dragging you behind him by the hand.

His coldhearted demeanor. The calculated image he’s been portraying.

All spoiled.

Because now they know…

That Tsukishima has the capacity for kindness.

That he is only mean and insulting most of the time.

And you two have a lot to talk about on your long walk home because this stupid “boyfriend voice” you love so much is taking over his whole damn life and he has no idea what to do about it.

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tags: @cherryonigiri

[gubler-me-up]

Sky’s the Limit

Request: Hi! This is oddly specific so no worries if you don’t do it but I was wondering if you could do a Spencer X y/n where he (and the team) find out that Y/N has gymnastics training or trapeze training or aerial silk training and Spencer is just like 🤩 Thanks! Love your writing!!

A/N: Thanks for the request, anon! I’m not gonna front and say this one wasn’t a challenge to think of a good concept for. All I knew is I wanted to make it about aerial silk because it’s such an amazing talent. To my surprise, this turned out better than I expected and I hope you really enjoy it! Btw do you do gymnastics, trapeze and/or aerial silk? If so, kudos to you! (Btw I left the song choice up in the air, but while I was writing I was listening to The Weeknd - Loft Music)

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!reader

Category: Fluff

Content warning: None

Word count: 2.8k

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“I know it’s the weekend and all, but you’re sure in a rush, Y/N,” Morgan remarked.

You were running late for your dress rehearsal for your aerial silk performance at an open talent show taking place at National Theatre DC. You had done aerial silk dancing for years as a hobby. It was hard keeping up with it while working at the BAU, but an old instructor of yours contacted you about the opportunity. You thought it was a great chance to finally display your hobby to the masses.

“I’m running late for an appointment,” you said as you grabbed your bag.

“Oh? A Friday night “appointment” huh? Who’s the lucky guy?” Morgan asked.

You chuckled. “Not that sort of appointment, player.”

“Damn, I thought a certain someone finally made a move on you,” he said.

You were going to ignore his comment and be on your way, but you were curious about what he just said. You raised an eyebrow with a mischievous smile on your face. You went up to his desk and sat on the edge of it.

“Certain someone?” You asked.

He chuckled. “Oh yes, a certain someone. Matter of fact here he comes now.”

Morgan looked over your shoulder, so you followed his gaze. You saw Spencer walking up to you guys with a smile as he nervously latched his right hand onto his satchel strap. You didn’t think he liked you more than a friend, but according to Morgan it seemed as if you were missing something. So much for being a profiler.

“Hey, Y/N. Are you busy this weekend? I know you love classic French Noir films and they’re playing Pépé Le Moko tomorrow night, so I was wondering if you wanted to go watch it together,” Spencer asked.

You looked at him surprised before looking back at Morgan. He gave you his favourite expression: I told you so. You looked back at Spencer. He had an eager, glowing smile on his face. You were close to saying yes to him just by his enthusiasm.

You sighed. “I can’t this Saturday, Spence. I have a commitment I already have. I’m sorry.”

“Oh, that’s no problem. I should have asked you earlier,” he said.

“Yes, you should have,” Morgan chimed in.

Spencer gave Morgan a strong glare as he was getting ready to say something. Before you were put in-between another fight of theirs, you grabbed onto Spencer’s upper arm and gently squeezed. You were kind of surprised to feel a little muscle on him.

“Spence, have you been working out?” You asked.

He blushed. “Not really by choice. Morgan’s been forcing me to join him on his gym sessions.”

You looked over at Morgan. “You’re forcing Spence to work out?”

He shrugged and put on a sly smirk. “What can I say? I thought we should all gain as much upper body strength as you have, Y/N.”

“I don’t have any upper body strength,” you said.

Spencer grabbed your right bicep and gently squeezed it. You looked at him as he had his thinking face on. He soon noticed you looking at him which led him to let go of your arm and awkwardly clear his throat.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to do that. I was just admiring your bicep form. It’s well developed, even more than Morgan’s,” he said.

You giggled. “I don’t think my little muscles can compare to Morgan’s.”

“This time the kid might have a point. You have some serious bicep action on you. What’s your secret?” Morgan asked.

You hadn’t exactly told anyone on the team about your aerial silk training. You kind of liked keeping this certain talent hidden from the rest of the team. You were also nervous if you had them watch it would be the one time you’d mess up and break your arm. It was silly for you to think the worst would happen if your friends saw you perform since they were your safety net.

“I’ll tell you two another time, but for now I’m running late. See you two Monday,” you said as you picked up your bag.

“Have a great weekend, Y/N,” Spencer said.

You turned around and waved. “You too. Tell me how the movie is on Monday.”

“Will do,” he said.

You turned back around to make your way out of the bullpen. From behind you could hear the clacking of heels running towards you. You knew exactly who it was before you turned around.

“Y/N, hold on,” you heard Garcia say.

You looked at your watch. It was nearly six o’clock and you weren’t even out in the parking lot yet. You turned around and put up your wrist to show Garcia.

“Pen, I have to go,” you said.

“But I was wondering if you wanted to go-“

“Really, Pen, I have to go. I’ll talk to you later. Bye.”

You rushed towards the elevator before she could chase after you. You didn’t want to be any later than you were already running. Whatever she had to tell you she would just text or call you about it if it was important.  

Your dress rehearsal went well and you were proud of your performance. You thought your choice of song added to the performance immensely. You felt as if you were dancing on air and you didn’t even think of all of your muscles having to work on overdrive to make sure you didn’t fall. You didn’t even think you worked this hard to take down an unsub.

You were on your way to the change room to get dressed and go get something to eat. You were starving since you didn’t have any time to stop and get food. Your food would have to wait a little while longer since you heard your instructor call out your name. You turned around to see him walking up to you.

“What’s up, Sam?” You asked.

“Well, I noticed you hadn’t asked for tickets for your guests. There are a few extra tickets if you have anyone to give them to,” he said.

You shook your head. “Thanks, Sam, but I don’t have anyone to give them to.”

He raised a questionable eyebrow. “Really? No one from your job? No friends you want to invite? Family?”

“My family lives in another state and so do most of my friends and the rest are busy this weekend. Thanks for looking out though,” you said before turning around.

“How about your coworkers?” He asked.

“They’re busy,” you said as you started walking away.

“Well, can you at least think about inviting some people? It would be nice if people in your circle could see how talented you are,” he said.

You stopped walking and turned around to look at him. He stared at you with such a proud expression on and you couldn’t help giving in to him. All he wanted was the best for you because he thought you were the best.

You stuck out your hand. “Give me the tickets.”

His face lit up as he reached into his pockets and pulled out the extra tickets. There were only two extra tickets. As you took them from him, you pondered on who you would end up inviting.

“Can’t wait for your performance tomorrow, Y/N. I’m sure your friends will enjoy it,” he said.

You smiled. “They sure will.”

With that little exchange over and done with, you went to the change room to get ready to go enjoy the rest of your night. It was the perfect night to grab some pizza, lose yourself in the universe of YouTube and fall asleep on your couch. What you really couldn’t wait for was relaxing all your muscles in a hot bath.

As you changed, you thought about the two extra tickets. It would be nice to have someone or in your case two people from the team to come by and watch you. In your head though you couldn’t get over this worry of embarrassing yourself in front of them. It was whatever to mess up in front of people you didn’t know, but in front of people you saw nearly every day was nerve-racking.

You took out your phone from your bag and went to your most recent text messages. You didn’t see a text from Garcia which meant whatever she had to ask you wasn’t that important or she found someone else to fill your spot. Either way you were glad she didn’t message you. You wouldn’t be able to bear her sad, puppy look if you rejected her invitation to any sort of outing.

You would ask Garcia to come but she seemed as if she had other plans in mind. There was JJ or Emily you could ask but JJ was busy on the weekends being a mom and Emily was always busy doing kid-free activities. Inviting Hotch or Rossi would be cute because they were like father figures to you, but at the same time you kind of liked them to be father figures from afar. Morgan probably wouldn’t shut up about your strength for weeks and encourage you to tackle more unsubs, so he was out of the question.

You opened your text conversation with Spencer. He liked artistic performances and according to Morgan he also liked you. It would be the perfect opportunity for you two to bond beyond work. Maybe you’d even take him out for ice cream after to celebrate. You’d have to make sure he’d take his Lactaid first though to make his ice cream experience enjoyable.

You started to type out the question you were dreading to ask anyone on your team. I’m performing an aerial silk routine. Interested in coming? I have extra tickets. You stared at it for a long while before erasing the whole thing and stuffing your phone back in your bag. You couldn’t gain the courage to do it and you knew that. You just took the extra tickets so Sam would stop begging you to bring people to the show.

In due time you would let the team know about your hidden talent, but your first public performance wasn’t the best time to debut it. You’d probably give the tickets to some people on the street and hope they would attend. You picked up your coat and bag to start your journey home. You had a long night of pizza, baths and nerves to overcome.

You paced back and forth as you waited for the act before you to finish. You were closing the show, so your adrenaline was pumping hard. The pressure you felt to end the show with a bang was unreal. You just wanted to represent the artistry of aerial silk as best as you could.

“Ready for your big break?” You heard Sam say from behind you.

You turned around to look at him. “Born ready.”

He chuckled. “With all that pacing you’re doing, it’s hard to believe that statement.”

“Oh, so you’re a profiler now too huh?”

“Not a chance. I’ll leave all that psychological horror to you, but I do know you’re nervous about your performance. I’m here to tell you you shouldn’t be, you’re amazing at what you do.”

You smiled. “I guess so.”

“Well, I know so. Especially with your friends in the crowd, you’ll feel even more confident.”

You were silent. He looked at you confused and then in shock. You quickly looked away from him before he could inquire about the tickets. It was too late for that plan though.

“You didn’t invite your friends? What did you do with the tickets?” He asked.

“Gave it to this lovely couple on my way home yesterday. Rachel and Keith are sitting in the front row as we speak,” you said.

“You what? Y/N,” he said in frustration.

“Do you hear that? I think I’m up next,” you said as you scurried on stage.

You walked to the centre of the stage and let your silks drop down to your sides. The crowd was cheering already which made you feel good inside. As you looked out into the crowd you could see Rachel and Keith, who were ecstatic to be there. You smiled as you continue to scan the audience with your eyes.

Your eyes widened when you saw a curly-haired man along with two blonde women, a dark-haired woman, a dark-haired man, an older man and a bald man. You squinted your eyes just to make sure you weren’t seeing things from the bright lights messing with your sight. It was true though, your whole team was there.

Before you could even process anything, the music started to play which meant your routine had to start as well. You decided it was time to just let it happen. Obviously some greater power in the universe decided to bring your fears to the light and have you overcome them.

You grabbed onto your silks and started to gracefully entangle yourself in them. You made sure your feet weren’t too loose and your hands were holding onto the silks tightly. You swung, you flipped and you dropped in one swift motion.

The cheer from the crowd was unbelievable. You had to admit it was even better knowing the team was cheering along with them. Sam might have been onto something when he told you the satisfaction of hearing the crowd cheer for you was worth it. All the nerves, all the rehearsing, all the sore muscles. He was right.

Every move you did, you made sure it was done flawlessly. You felt on top of the world as if you were floating in the clouds. Nothing was on your mind besides the lyrics floating in your head as you did your whole routine.  In no time you were done your routine and found yourself not wanting it to end. The only thing keeping you alive in the bittersweet moment was the crowd giving you a standing ovation. You even heard Garcia scream at the top of her longs with praise.

You bowed and then the rest of the performers came out on stage to take their bows. The crowd kept getting louder to the point where you couldn’t even feel your adrenaline pumping heart anymore. It felt amazing to drown the sound out with praise and love from everyone. Especially your supportive team.

After you got changed, you went out to greet the team as they stayed around after to wait for you. You waved at them with a huge, goofy smile on your face. They all started clapping for you again with big smiles on themselves.

“Glad you guys liked it. How did you even decide to come here?” You asked.

“Well, little speed boat, I was going to ask if you wanted to go to this talent show on Saturday, but you left so fast I didn’t have the chance to. I then proceeded to get everyone on board with me to come see the show and to our very surprise you were on the pamphlet,” Garcia explained.

You blushed. “Well, thanks for coincidentally coming out to watch.”

“Why didn’t you tell us about this before? We would have definitely come,” JJ said.

You shrugged. “I don’t know, I guess I was just nervous about messing up in front of you guys. I’ve never performed in front of an audience before, so everything was very high risk for me tonight.”

“Well, you pulled it off. Congratulations,” Hotch said.

“Thanks so much, sir,” you said.

“You did so great tonight, Y/N. Reid over here was so starstruck that I think he was drooling a little,” Morgan said as he playfully punched the side of Spencer’s face.

Spencer sighed in frustration. “Don’t listen to him, Y/N. I was not drooling, but I was definitely pleasantly surprised by your act.”

“He was totally drooling,” Emily said.

“Jaw on the floor,” Garcia said.

“Eyes wide in amazement,” Morgan said.

You smiled as they just kept describing how Spencer looked while you were on stage. You looked over at Spencer. His face was practically red, but he tried his best to hide it with his hand.

“Okay, kids, that’s enough bickering for the night. Dinner’s on me. I’m feeling for Italian,” Rossi interrupted.

“You’re always feeling for Italian,” Spencer said.

“I’m trying to help you get out of this situation and you’re coming for me?” Rossi said.

Spencer instantly looked away as if nothing ever left his mouth. Everyone else laughed as they followed Rossi out of the theatre. You and Spencer trailed along behind everyone. You grabbed his bicep again. Not to squeeze it, but to hold it close to you. He noticed and looked at you with his face still red.

“You know, even though Garcia, Morgan and Emily’s claims were exaggerated, I thought you were incredible tonight,” Spencer said.

You looked up at him and smiled. “I’m glad you think so. Seriously though, were you as starstruck as they claimed? Even a little?”

He smiled. “Maybe just a little.”

You giggled. “I’ll make sure to set up a VIP for you the next time I perform.”

He chuckled. “I’d love that.”

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MASTERLIST

[anna-justice]

come back (be here)

part one of upstead: but make it taylor swift

summary: I guess you're in New York today, I don't wanna need you this way (or: hailey is in new york and jay misses her more than you could ever imagine). read on ao3

…

and this is when the feeling sinks in, I don't wanna miss you like this,

come back...be here, 

come back...be here

I guess you're in New York today, I don't wanna need you this way,

come back...be here,

come back...be here

taxi cabs and busy streets,

that never bring you back to me,

I can't help but wish you took me with you

this is falling in love in the cruelest way,

this is falling for you and you are worlds away,

in New York, be here

~ come back...be here by taylor swift

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day one

It had been 12 hours since Jay dropped her off at the airport, 12 hours since she gave him a teary smile and jumped out of the cab, 12 hours since he watched her disappear behind the glass doors, and it felt like it had been forever. 

He walked in the district with a new darkness looming over his head, he felt like a storm cloud was following him around. It had only been 12 hours, but he already felt like the life had been sucked out of him. He loved his job, he loved his team, but there was something missing and he couldn’t shake it. He wasn’t sure he would until she was sitting in front of him again. 

As he climbed the stairs to the bullpen - ignoring the knowing look from his desk sergeant - he gave the room a once over. It was like he was taken back in time. The familiar feeling of dread settling in his stomach as he ascended the stairs alone, it had been many years since he felt a similar sense of loneliness. 

Erin was an afterthought now, but in that moment he felt like a child again. The same dumb kid who lied and slept with his “informants,” who always took it too far and leaped before he even thought to look. He hadn’t been that person in a long time, not since Hailey. He still leaped but now he had someone who took the jump with him and she always made sure that he looked first. There was part of him that was scared with her gone, he would have no one to keep him from falling off the deep end. 

“Earth to Halstead.” He heard and then was startled by a hand waving in front of his face. He picked his head up out of his hands and laid back into his chair, feigning a stretch. “You good man? You look like death.” It was Kevin, who had a tiny smirk on his face. 

Jay nodded, chuckling nervously. “Yeah, uh, just didn’t sleep well.” 

Kim stifled a laugh across the room, Vanessa gave him a knowing look  and Adam shook his head, leaning on his desk. “Yeah, okay…” He waltzed across the room to Jay and Kevin, motioning to Hailey’s empty desk, “She have an okay flight?” He asked, knowing that Jay knew.

It caught him off guard, he wasn’t lying about not sleeping well, but he didn’t say that it was because he stayed up all night waiting for Hailey to say that she made it safely to her hotel. He nodded, “Yeah, she landed at like 3:00 this morning, said the room they put her up in was nice.” 

“Good,” Kevin said, nudging Jay’s shoulder. “Glad they are taking care of our girl.” The words made Jay crack a smile, the first one since he had bid Hailey goodbye the night before. 

He glanced at the empty desk again, picking up his phone and snapping a picture of it. He clicked on his partner’s contact info and drafted a text. 

Jay: My pens miss you. 

It was short, and could be taken as sweet, but it was still enough to make his heart beat a little faster as he hit send. The nerves started to set in immediately after he flipped his phone over. Everyone in the room knew that Hailey would reach across their computer screens to steal a pen or pencil whenever she needed, hers were lost as soon as she got them: whether they had fallen from behind her ear or were dropped on the floor. She never had one, but Jay found himself worried that she would think it was a little weird that he had noticed all those things too. 

His phone buzzed against the fake wood not long after, and he turned it over a little faster than he would like to admit. 

Hailey: I miss them too, you buy the good kind. 

A grin across his face as soon as he read it, and he coughed out a subtle laugh. For a second - only a second - he let himself pretend they weren’t talking about pens, but they were. 

Jay: Have a good day :) 

Her response came almost immediately. 

Hailey: You too Jay :)

He leaned back in seat, sighing. It wasn’t the same as watching her from across their desks or clearing a scene together, or even just hearing her voice. But, it was the first day, he needed to pace himself. There would be plenty of time to miss her, and for now, this was enough.

day two

Jay poured himself another cup of coffee, he hadn’t been able to focus all day. He was telling everyone else that he had a headache, but he knew it was from Hailey’s words still ringing in his head. 

“I miss the wind, and you.” 

It was literally all he could think about since their conversation early that morning as they both walked into work - unfortunately - 800 miles apart. He would admit, it was much better than his lonely walk into the district the day before, it was almost like she was with him, but not close enough. 

He took a big sip of his coffee, pinching the bridge of his nose (okay, so maybe he really did have a headache). The bullpen was buzzing, everyone else seemingly unaffected by his partner’s absence. He made his way back towards his desk, dodging Kevin, who scored against Adam in their game of trashketball (their favorite pass times on slow days). 

“You wanna play the winner?” Kevin asked, stepping back for Adam to make a free throw (Kim called a foul). 

Jay shook his head, “Nah man, I’m good.” He stood over her desk, staring down at the stack of files that were left there. She was gone in such a hurry that she didn’t even get the chance to clean it off. He picked up the one on top, pretending to read it. 

“Hey,” He heard from behind him. He flinched, spinning to face the brunette behind him. “You good?” Vanessa asked. 

Jay sighed, “Uh, yeah, just looking at Hailey’s paperwork. It needs to be filed.” He threw the folder back down and leaned against it. “I just hope it’s done.” He joked weakly. 

Vanessa looked down at the pile and smirked at him, laying a hand over the top. “I’m sure it is, it’s not like Hailey to leave unfinished business.” Jay didn’t dare raise his gaze to look at her, he knew there was shock written all over his face. Not that he should be surprised, it wasn’t like Vanessa to beat around the bush. 

Maybe he was reading into things, but he was almost 100% sure they weren’t talking about paperwork. He laughed it off, “Yeah, she always finishes before me and then proof reads mine. She doesn’t trust me to do it right.” 

The brunette shook her head, chuckling with him. She shrugged, “Or maybe it’s just an excuse to spend time with you.” With that she waltzed into the break room, throwing a wink over her shoulder at a stunned Jay. 

He wasn’t one to talk about his feelings (or really even acknowledge them) and the thought of being as open as Vanessa had just been was making him want to vomit. It was so easy for her to throw that at him - that Hailey likes spending time with him - why was it so hard for him to say it? It’s not like he didn’t know, she did too, they were each other’s favorite people. It had just ever been said so directly. 

His feet carried him faster than his brain could catch up and he followed Vanessa, closing the door behind him. “What Jay?” She asked, without even turning around. 

Jay took a breath, he hadn’t really thought about what to say here, but he needed something. It had only been two days, but he was going crazy. He missed her like crazy. “You are being cryptic.” 

“Actually,” Vanessa said, turning to face him. “I’m being the opposite of cryptic.”

Jay shook his head, “Really? I don’t think so. I just feel like I’m reading into what you are saying or that you are implying something-”

“I’m gonna stop you right there, before you completely eat your own foot.” She smiled softly, “I’m not implying or saying anything Jay. I’m just saying that it’s okay to miss her and it’s okay to worry about her, she’s your partner. You’ve got to have her back.” She winked at him and headed for the door, “Just, don’t be afraid to tell her that. Tell her what you are feeling.” 

After she left the room, Jay let out a sigh. He muttered under his breath, “And she says she’s not being cryptic.” But, even if Vanessa was talking in riddles, she was right. He pulled out his phone and clicked on her name. 

Jay: Just so you know, I miss you too. A lot. 

The typing bubble appeared on the screen seconds later.

Hailey: Me too. A lot. 

day three

The third day was Tuesday, which was the day that he and Hailey normally had off, just not from each other. They would meet at her place at eight and go to the gym together then grab breakfast, then from there it was a toss up depending on each of their days. However, almost every time they ended up at the shooting range. Today was no different. 

Jay left his apartment 10 minutes later than normal, arriving at their gym alone at 8:15. It was weird walking in alone. Sure, he went to workout plenty without her, but never on a Tuesday, never at that time of day and never at that gym. There was one right around the corner from his apartment, but Hailey was weird about working out in front of people and she felt more comfortable on her own, so he just got another membership. He never really thought anything of it.

Not until now, walking into Hailey’s gym alone felt wrong. But, what felt worse was that it hadn’t even accrued to him to just go to his own. No, Tuesday’s were different, and he liked them. He just wasn’t sure if he liked them without her.

He walked in, ran several miles on the treadmill and had moved to the weight station when a random girl approached him. He continued his reps as he noticed her making her way towards him. “Hey macho,” She said, smiling brightly, “You mind spotting me?” 

Jay looked around him - he was kind of in the middle of something - but he didn’t really mind. So, he shrugged and set his weight down before following her. 

She laid down on the bench and positioned herself under the metal bar, signaling to Jay to help her lift it off. She lowered it slowly, taking a breath before pushing it back up, “So,” She huffed, “Where’s your girlfriend?” 

Jay’s eyebrows laced together, “I don’t have a girlfriend.” He said matter of factly. 

“Then who is that blonde girl you are always here with?” She asked, starting to struggle at pushing the bar back up. 

Jay realized two things. One: this girl had been watching him for a bit and decided to make a move when his “girlfriend” wasn’t around. That’s off putting. And two: she thought Hailey was his girlfriend, and that made him smile. “That’s my partner, I’m a cop. Detective really.” 

He caught the bar with ease as she lost steam, watching her cautiously as she sat up. “Good to know.” She grabbed her water bottle from beside the bench and gave him a smirk, “Thank you.” Jay gave her a short nod before retreating back to his bench, he was ready to be done and get out of there.

About 30 minutes later, Jay walked into the locker room to grab his bag from his locker, when he got there, there was a note taped to the door. 

If that really isn’t your girlfriend, give me a call ;) 

~ Maddie (xxx-xxx-xxxx) 

Jay peeled it off and shook his head before grabbing his grab, tossing it in the trash as he left the room. He made his way to his truck, figuring he had time to shower at home before heading to the shooting range. He and Hailey hadn’t been in a few weeks, and he was due for recertification (honestly, he didn’t even know why they bothered, he got a perfect score everytime). 

About an hour later he was on his way there, and the familiar drive felt strange coming from a different place. If he was being honest, everything felt strange. 

When he pulled in the parking lot, he parked in his normal spot and jumped out. It was almost never busy at 10 on a Tuesday. He looked up and took in the sign out front The Old Chicago Range, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and snapped a picture, sending it to Hailey. 

Jay: Be jealous :)

As he pulled the door open, he met familiar faces. That was their favorite thing about this place. He would admit, maybe a shooting range isn’t exactly the kind of family business you would want to pass down, but it had worked for the owners. The same four men had been working there for the past three years, and long before Hailey and Jay started going there. The place was relatively small, but they were always in great company. It was owned by 2 brothers and their cousins, whose fathers had passed it to them. All of them were ex-military or retired CPD officers, so Jay felt right at home. 

“Jay!” One of the brothers, Robbie, said from behind the counter. He jumped out of his seat and rounded it to shake Jay’s hand. 

Jay took it, squeezing it firmly, the way they were both taught. “Hey Rob, good to see you.” 

The older man headed back towards the computer, “Same as always?” He asked.

He almost said yes, but then he realized Hailey wasn’t getting their guns out of the truck. “No, uh, just me today.” 

Robbie looked up, it seemed a little dramatic, but they had never come without each other before. “Oh, is everything alright?” 

Jay quickly jumped in, “Yeah, Hailey is just on assignment in New York, she’ll be back soon.” As soon as the words left his mouth he regretted saying them. Would she be back soon?

“Well good,” Robbie said. “You wanna go try out the new glock?”

“Hell yeah.” 

Jay followed Robbie through the narrow hallway and to the back where the actual indoor range was, feeling his phone buzz in his pocket. 

Hailey: Don’t worry, I am

Hailey: Are you taking your side partner to our place??

Jay chuckled to himself, trying to control his heartbeat. Our place. Their place. He liked the thought of that, a lot.

Jay: No, never

Hailey: Good

Hailey: Don’t have too much fun without me

Jay: Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to send you a picture of my perfect score

Hailey: Yeah ok whatever

They made it to the window and Jay was about to put his phone away when it buzzed again. 

Hailey: Text me when you’re done

Jay: I will

He smiled bigger, ignoring Robbie’s and now his brother Tim’s sideways glances. He picked up the headphones and secured them, taking the gun in his hand and watched the marker slide back to the other end of the room. Jay raised the gun and fired the first shot, picturing what he always did.

When he was in Ranger training and long after, they were taught to kill with no remorse. That was their job: to take out the enemy to save the masses. But, Jay had never been good at taking a life, innocent or not. They had trained them to have no emotional attachment, they were going after combattants, terrorists, truly horrible people in the eyes of all soldiers, but it didn’t matter. Jay had a big heart, even if he didn’t show it, so he came up with his own way to cope. 

Maybe it was unhealthy, but every time he had to shoot his gun overseas, he would imagine that his mom’s life was at risk, that she was the one in danger, not him or anyone else. And that made it easier, in the moment, at least. Somewhere along the way, he stopped imagining his mom and he started imagining Hailey. She was something that he would protect at all costs, no questions asked. 

When he finished, the marker slid forward so he could see, and much to his surprise, he scored a 99. Something that hadn’t happened since before Erin left, he was stunned. Jay didn’t care about the score, but something deep in his chest was making him squirm. Was he really this much of a mess without her? 

When he got back to his truck a little while later, he pulled out his phone, texting his partner. 

Jay: You missed out, the new glock they got in is a beauty

Hailey: I’ll have to try it when I get back

Jay took a deep breath, she’s coming back, she’s coming back, she’s coming back. Even she knows that, why couldn’t he get that through his head.

Jay: For sure

Hailey: So, no score gloating?

Jay: Not today, I got a 99

Hailey: WHAT

Hailey: That’s never happened 

Jay: Yeah, I know

Jay: Something was missing.

day four

Jay poured over the set of photos and stacks of reports for the third or fourth time, he didn’t find anything, but there was no way he wasn’t missing something. He needed another set of eyes, he needed Hailey’s eyes. 

It was just him and Trudy left, not that Trudy ever really went home when Mouch was on shift, everyone else had taken their frustration over the case in stride and gone home, but Jay couldn’t let it go. 

They were stuck on a string of robberies involving department stores, with multiple casualties, some of them kids. They just couldn’t find the connection between the stores. They were scattered all across the district, sold different things and nothing specific was ever stolen. And the crew, they were ruthless, they didn’t care who got hurt, if they were in the way, they were taken out. 

Jay heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs, perking up in his seat. It was Trudy with a white takeout box in her hand. “Serge.” Jay said, smiling, “Have I told you lately that you’re my favorite person in the world?” 

“Haha,” Trudy laughed, giving him a faked stink eye. “No you have not, but it’s a good thing Upton’s not here to hear you say that.” She joked. 

She watched Jay’s face fall immediately, “Good thing.” He said with a forced smile. 

Trudy sat the box down on his desk and perched herself on Hailey’s empty one across from him. “You miss her don’t you?” She asked, a small smirk playing on her lips. 

Jay sighed, leaning back in his chair. “Of course I do.” He said, the words tumbling out of his mouth with ease. Trudy’s smirk grew and Jay just shrugged, “She’s my partner.” 

Trudy stood, taking in the man that she had watched grow so much. She couldn’t explain the amount of pride she felt when she thought of the men and women in intelligence. She and Mouch didn’t get the chance to have their own children, so she always saw Hank’s unit as her own little family. She was proud of Jay especially, he had turned into an incredible cop and an even better man. She rested a hand on his shoulder, “Yeah, I know.” She sighed, “Go home soon okay? Get some sleep.” 

“Yes ma’am,” He said, squeezing her hand. As Trudy headed for the stairs, Jay watched her go. He wasn’t sure when it happened, but Trudy became someone that he could really count on. And she was the closest thing he had to a mom, and he really needed his mom right now. “Hey Trudy.” He called and she spun around. 

“Yeah,” She said. 

Jay shook his head a bit, his voice coming out quiet, “She’s coming back right?” 

Trudy was taken aback by Jay’s forwardness, and she wished she had an answer for him, but she didn’t. The feds had a way of holding on to good people, and Hailey was the best. But for all their sakes, especially his, she hoped Hailey would come home, despite the fancy suits, despite the better pay and the sleek and shiny offices, she hoped she would choose Chicago. But she couldn’t really say that to Jay. “She better, she owes me a bottle of Tequila.” 

That got Jay to laugh a bit, looking down at his desk as he smiled, remembering the bet that Hailey lost one day when they were all Tailgating a few months before, she had yet to pay up. “Yeah, she does. Thanks Serge.” 

“Anytime,” Trudy said, “Goodnight Chuckles.” She joked, and then she was gone. 

Jay set the box to the side, no longer feeling like eating. His stomach was in knots. He returned to his previous position, pouring over the files once again. He couldn’t figure out what he was missing. 

He caught sight of his phone on his desk, making a split second decision and calling his partner. She answered on the third ring. “Hello?”

“Hey,” He said, just enjoying hearing her voice for a moment. He snapped out of it, “How’s working with the feds?” Is it wrong that a small part of him wanted her to say that she hated it.

“Good.” She said quickly. “Different, but good.” Jay heard a door click over the line. “Actually, you have great timing. I was getting off the elevator when you called me.” 

Jay glanced at the clock on his monitor, it read 12:04. “Damn, that’s late.” 

“Yeah, anyway. What’s up?” She asked. Suddenly, Jay felt bad asking her for help, she had just finished her day and she probably needed sleep. “Jay?” 

“Oh, uh, I was just gonna ask for your opinion on a case, but you need sleep. I’ll let you-”

“No.” Hailey said, cutting him off. “I’m wired, I won’t be able to sleep, it’s been a crazy night. What do you need?” 

Great. A crazy night. They were probably doing a big raid or something else with their big budget and fancy tech stuff. And Hailey was probably really good at it. “I just can’t find the connection between the stores in this string of robberies. People are dying, we’re running out of time.” 

“Do you have the digital files?” She asked. 

“Yeah.”

“Alright, send them to me. I’ll call you back.” 

Jay did what he was told and not even five minutes later, she called him back. But this time, it was a facetime notification. Jay cautiously slid it open, immediately taking in Hailey’s appearance. She had her phone propped up facing her as she sat on a bed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt with her computer in lap. “Hey.” Jay said, propping his up on his monitor.

“Hey.” She said back, smiling her big, bright, Hailey smile that he didn’t realize he missed so much. It had only been four days, he really needed to pull it together. They stared at each other for a moment, before Hailey visibly tensed. “So, run me through the facts.” 

So he did, he talked her through the case while she looked through photos and reports. Jay was hoping that he would think of something as he explained it all, but he didn’t. 

After a few minutes or silence, Hailey spoke up, “Did you check the security companies?” 

“Yeah, they all use different ones.” He said.

“Ok,” Hailey said, “Wait, check and see if there is some sort of backing. Like a mother company or something.” 

Jay typed for a while before shouting, “Bingo!” He smiled at her through the phone, “Hailey, you got it. They are all financed partially by Graham Consolidated, a big tech company.” 

“Perfect, so what do you think? Personal vendetta against the CEO/Company and they are coming after it’s partners? Maybe it’s Graham’s way of completely taking over the smaller companies?” Hailey said, throwing out ideas.

Jay shrugged, a smile still on his face. “I don’t know, but now I have a place to start. Thank you.” 

“Of course, anytime.” She said. There was a beat. “I really miss you guys, I wasn’t kidding when I said it’s different here.” 

“We - he should have said I - miss you too.” He couldn't help himself, “Different, as in bad?”

Hailey shrugged, trying to find the words, “I don’t know, it’s just more structured. More rules potentially break, but -” She stopped for a second, taking him in and deciding if she really wanted to tell him this. She didn’t want him to look at her any differently. “- maybe that was the point, I guess it need it.” 

She needed it? How could he compete with that? Maybe she was reconsidering her decision, it had only been four days. Jay smiled weakly, “Well, they are lucky to have you.” He said, genuinely.

“Thanks.” She said softly, looking a little disappointed. Had she wanted him to tell her that she better come home? Does she want him to tell her he couldn’t live without her? No way, he couldn’t. A job with the FBI is a big deal, and Hailey was definitely on the path of being offered one. He couldn't get in the way of that. 

Jay took a breath, “I should go. I’ve got lots to do.” He said, forcing a smile. 

“Yeah, ok.” Hailey said, “Goodnight Jay, go home soon.” 

“Goodnight Hailey.” Come home soon. 

day five

“Contrary to popular belief Jay, your body is not bulletproof.” Will said, pressing the bandage flush against his brother's arm. 

Jay rolled his eyes, sighing, “It barely grazed me, there won’t even be a scar…” 

Will huffed, standing straighter and glaring at his brother, he looked at Kim who was standing in the corner of the room. “Hey Kim, when was the last time Jay got shot?”

Kim feigned inquiry, tapping her chin with her finger. “Oh, I don’t know, not even six months ago?” She said, a bit too aggressively. 

“You guys are being dramatic. I’m fine.” Jay insisted. 

“Jay!” Will snapped, “You have gotten shot twice in the past six months. Three times in two years! That’s not normal!” He was obviously frustrated, running his hand through his hair. He didn’t understand what Jay didn’t get, they were all each other had. “You’re not bulletproof, you’re like a damn bullet magnet.” 

Jay held up his hands, “Ok, now you’re being ridiculous -” He was cut off by his phone buzzing on the bed next to him, he picked it up glaring at his brother and temporary partner. The ID ready Hailey Upton. “Which one of you told?” He snapped. Will and Kim both held their hand up in surrender before backing out of the room to give Jay some privacy,  neither of them had spilled the beans. Jay sighed, hitting the green button and answering. “Hey.” 

He was expecting her to scream at him, to be angry, but instead, “Thank God you’re okay.” She sighed out, Jay was taken aback. 

“Yeah Hailey, I’m okay.” 

He heard her soft sniffles over the line. Had she been crying? He felt a pang of guilt in his chest at the thought. “I just got back to the office and I had a text from Adam that just said “Jay got shot” and he wasn’t answering and all I could think about was last time, and -” She stopped herself, taking a deep breath. “It doesn’t matter, I-I was just worried.”

“I’m fine, I promise.” Jay said calmly, sensing her panic even 800 miles away. 

“Okay,” She said, sounding defeated. “What happened?” 

Jay shrugged, immediately regretting it. He would never admit it out loud, but his arm was really sore. “It was a run of the mill shoot out, I just jumped out of the way too slow. It just grazed my arm, there was barely any blood.” That was a lie, there was a lot of blood. He had to change his clothes, they were pretty much ruined. 

He wasn’t sure what he was trying to do by omitting how bad it could have been, maybe he was protecting her, but he couldn’t bear her blaming herself for this. He knew he would. If he was stuck in New York and Hailey got hurt in Chicago without him there to back, he would blame himself too. “Which arm?” She asked quickly. 

“Left.” He sighed out, hoping that maybe she would ignore it.

“Jay!” She shouted, “You aren’t even done with PT for your left shoulder!”

“Hailey.” He said, only slightly mocking her, “The bad guys don’t have a copy of my line of duty injuries report.” 

He heard her stifle a laugh and he smiled to himself. Bingo. He knew she wasn’t really mad at him, she was just worried. He would have reacted the exact same way. “Okay, fair enough. But, seriously, you have to be more careful.” There was a beat, “I don’t know what I would do without you.” 

Jay literally felt his heart stop in his chest. He didn’t know what he would do without her either, and this was the closest he ever wanted to be to finding out. “Hailey, you won’t have to find out. I’m not going anywhere.”

Hailey sighed audibly, “You can’t promise me that.” 

“No, but I can sure as hell try.” He joked.

That earned a laugh from her, causing a small smile to grace his face. “Yeah, you better.” They sat there in silence for a while, finding comfort in only the assurance of the other one's presence. “Don’t scare me like that again.” 

“I won’t Hailes.” Jay couldn’t put his finger on it, but something about this felt different than the last time. He thought back to the day he was released, what his phone had interrupted. It seemed kind of ironic how they were having all of their important conversations that way now. The words were different, but the rest was the same. The pain in her voice, the fear, it made everything all too real. It terrified him, because maybe - just maybe - she needed him just as much as he needed her.

Maybe there was a chance for them after all.

day six

By the next night, Jay was so exhausted that he was sure he would fall asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. His arm was still sore and he had slept terribly the night before. The shooting, however minor it was, had done a number on him. Nightmares of Hailey being shot plagued his mind all night long.

He had just turned out his light when his phone buzzed on the bedside table, he silently prayed that they hadn’t caught a case. When he flipped it over, he saw it wasn’t from his boss, but from his partner. 

Hailey: Facetime?

Jay was a little embarrassed by how fast he clicked the call button, all his tiredness being thrown out the window, but he would be a fool to waste her forwardness. She picked up on the first ring. “Eager aren’t we?” 

Jay was going something clever back, but he was startled by how beautiful she looked in the shitty hotel lighting. He reached over and switched his lamp on, pretending not to notice the shocked look on Hailey’s face when she realized he was shirtless. However, her gaze didn’t shift away. “See something you like, Upton?” 

Hailey smirked, taking his jab in stride, “What if I say yes?” 

Jay smiled big. Was she flirting with him? “Then I would tell you that I see something I like too.” 

Hailey blushed and Jay’s grin grew three sizes, he wanted to make that happen again, and again, and again. “Good to know.” Her expression softened when she noticed the bandage on his left arm, “How’s your arm?”

Jay shrugged, “Sore, but fine.” She didn’t look convinced. “Hailey, look at me.” She lifted her gaze from her lap, to his eyes on the screen. “I’m okay.” 

She nodded, “Good.” 

“Is everything okay?” He asked, not that he didn’t enjoy it, but he was a little confused on why she had asked him to facetime out of the blue. 

She nodded again, “Yeah actually, everything’s great...I just miss you.” 

“I miss you too Hailes.” He wasn’t exactly sure when he started calling her that, but he liked it a lot. It felt special, like a step forward. “Have you heard anything about coming home?” He knew it was a loaded question, but he was practicing self preservation. If she was changing her mind and staying, he needed time to prepare, no matter how unlikely it was. 

Hailey shrugged, “I don’t know, at least a few more weeks. The girl whose spot I’m in is deep undercover, so we don’t exactly have a timeline.” 

“Okay.”

“I hope it’s soon though, if that counts for anything.” She said quietly. 

“It does,” Jay said, letting out a breath. “A lot actually.” 

“I need to come home, I don’t know how much more of this wheat thin style pizza I can take.” 

Jay laughed out loud, “Oh I get it, you don’t miss me, you just miss deep dish.”

“Finally, it took you long enough.” She said, joking with him. Jay pressed a hand to his chest, feigning being offended. Hailey grinned, rolling over on her side and resting her phone against the pillow next to her. “Shut up, you know I miss you.” 

Jay smiled softly, giving her a small nod of understanding. He did know she missed him, and he missed her like crazy too. He looked into her bright blue eyes, “I wish you took me with you.” He said. 

He could tell he caught her off guard, the shocked expression on her face said it all, and he almost regretted saying it, but not quite. He meant it with his whole heart. “Me too.” She said finally. “OA’s great, but...but he’s not you Jay.” She shook her head, smiling softly to herself. “There’s no one else like you.”

Jay’s heart was pounding in his chest at her words, he was half convinced he was dreaming. “Well that’s good, there’s only enough room for one partner in your life, and I intend on keeping the spot.”

“You better,” She said, staring at him shamelessly. “I don’t want anyone else.” 

“I don’t want anyone else either.” In any way, he thought. 

“Come to New York.” She said quickly, a nervous expression crossing her face for a split second as he watched her realize what she just said. 

Jay cocked an eyebrow, “What?” He breathed out.

“Come to New York.” She said again, this time with more confidence. 

“Are you sure?” He asked, and it felt like the simple question meant so much more. Are you sure this is what you want? Are you sure you want me there? Are you sure that you want me too?

Hailey nodded, “Yes. Buy the ticket Jay.” She said, “Be here.” 

“Okay.”

day seven

Jay felt like his heart was going to jump out of his chest as he walked to baggage claim. 

The last 12 hours had been quite the whirlwind. He had texted Voight immediately after he hung up with Hailey asking for the next day off. Thankfully he had said yes, and Jay booked the next flight that wasn’t full. It left O’Hare at 12:15 the next day. 

He couldn’t believe what he was doing, flying to New York to see Hailey. It had only been a week and he was buying an overpriced plane ticket? He really did have it bad. 

It wasn’t lost on him how familiar the situation was, losing a partner, a friend, someone he loved to the city, to the FBI even. He knew the feeling well, but his walk through the crowded terminal proved to him just how much things had changed. He never bought a ticket to see Erin, not after a week, not after a month, never. The thought never really even crossed his mind. She was gone and that was that, time to move on. But not with Hailey. 

Hailey was different, the thought moving on, the thought of forgetting her ripped through him like a knife. He wasn’t sure he’d survive without her. And even though it had only been seven days, he was ecstatic to see her. He missed watching her blonde ponytail swing as she walked, he missed her telling him his handwriting sucked, he missed never having any pens, he missed her laugh, her voice, her smile (well that he had seen, but it’s not the same). He missed everything about her. 

His flight landed around three, and he was meeting Hailey at her hotel. She had told the front desk to leave him a key to let himself in, and that she would be there as soon as she could. She couldn’t exactly ask for time off when she had only been there a few days.

Jay had decided on the plan that he was going to tell her how he felt, he owed it to himself to put himself out there again, and he couldn’t pretend that she was just his partner anymore. They both knew that they were more than that. However, when he made that decision, he thought he was going to have hours to decide what he was going to say. Not the 30 seconds it was going to take to walk over to the petite blonde woman holding a sign that read Jay Halstead.

He was taken aback, letting his mouth fall open as he stifled a laugh. She had surprised him. He was barely ten feet away when Hailey abandoned her sign and ran to wrap her arms around him. The closest that had been to each other since he had tackled her down in the surveillance van, almost a year before. “Hi Jay.” She said, her voice loud and clear without the static in between them.

“Hi Hailes.” He said, hugging her tightly to him. Definitely something he could get used to. 

Eventually - and much to his dismay - she took a step back, nervously pushing a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “How was your flight?” She asked.

“Good, went by fast.” Not true, it was painfully slow, the anticipation was too much. “Thanks for picking me up.” He said. 

“Of course. What are partners for?” She joked, rocking back and forth on her heels. 

Jay laughed, “I don’t think Kim would ever pick me up from the airport.” 

Hailey shrugged, smirking, “I guess it’s a good thing that she’s only your temporary partner then. I’m obviously the better one.” 

“Yeah, you are.” Jay tried not to show his disappointment on his face, but he was really starting to hate the word partner. It was just a constant reminder that that was all he was, her partner. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, he wasn’t someone to daydream about passionate first kisses in airports or running down a terminal to greet someone, but for some reason he thought that now was their moment. Maybe he was wrong. 

Jay watched at Hailey’s face mirroring his own, realizing he was thinking the same thing she was. Won’t he just say it already. But she knew him better than that, she knew that he was too stuck in his own head to ever say what he was really feeling. He could never find the words to describe it, and that had been what was different all week. The 800 miles between them gave him an edge, something to use to keep her at an arm's length but still let her in. He was the most open he had ever been about his feelings with her this past week, and she wasn’t ready for that to be over. She never wanted it to stop. 

So, she did the only thing she could. “Jay,” She said quietly, taking a step forward. “You have to know that it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you as just my partner.” 

It took him a moment to process what she said, but once he did, he swept down and pulled her into his arms, pressing his lips to hers. Her hand cupped his neck as he gently held her up, a hand snaking around her waist. There they were, having a passionate first kiss in the middle of baggage claim, no doubt scandalizing everyone around them, but they didn’t care. All that mattered was each other. 

Hailey pulled away breathless, resting her forehead against his. “I missed you so much.” She said quietly, wiping the stray tear that had fallen off her cheek. She was feeling a little overwhelmed by her emotions. 

Jay smiled, leaning down to kiss her once again. “I missed you too, so much.” He pecked her cheek, making her smile. “I never want to miss you like that again, especially now.” She eyed her suggestively.

Hailey laughed against his chest, “Just a few more weeks.”

“It’s not fair,” He said quietly, running his thumb over her cheek, “That I have to leave tomorrow, after this.” 

“Well,” Hailey said, intertwining their hands, “That's tomorrow's problem.” 

“I like the way you think.” He said.

Hailey reached up, kissing him gently, “Then let’s get out of here.” 

The two of them walked out of JFK hand in hand, hailing a taxi and climbing in together. The action was foreign, and so was the city, it wasn’t what either of them wanted. But being there together, even if it was just for a day, it felt like home. 

…

A/N: Oh My Gosh I have been working on this fic for SO LONG and I am so so so happy to have finally finished it. If you haven’t guessed, my new series will be writing Upstead (and possibly other OC couples) as T'S songs because some of them for SO FREAKING WELL! Come back...be here is a bonus track off of red that I found a few weeks after 8x03 aired, and this fic has been a WIP since then, you don’t understand how excited I am to write these! Thank you SO MUCH for reading! Hope you enjoyed <3

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[aizawaskittenwhore]

𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕠𝕟 𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕙 𝕕𝕒𝕪

≛ ft shota aizawa, ejiiro kirishima, katsuki bakugo and izuku midoriya with a black!reader.

≛genre: fluff

≛warnings: light swearing, izuku and kiri being adorable supportive boyfriends

≛a/n: honestly i’m procrastinating on chapter three, so have some soft wash day hcs with our 1-a bbys and our fav sleep deprived teacher🥺

aizawa:

having long hair himself, he’s well prepared and has virtually anything you might need

but he understands that your hair textures are so different

so he does his homework on black hair and how to take care of it

we love a s/o who educates THEMSELVES

and when wash day comes around, this man is more than ready to help

need a denman brush? he’s got it. curl smoothie? duh. growth oil? hair masks? heat protectant? rat tail combs? of course. diffuser? baby have you SEEN his hair, mans owns too many blow dryer accessories it’s almost embarrassing.

he’s patient during the detangling process, letting you take the lead

he knows how bothersome it can be to have people try to help when you’ve got a set way of doing things

so he lets you do what you have the energy to, and he does the rest

he’s so gentle, and kisses your forehead as an apology when he hits a particularly painful snag

he’s quick too, making short work of the process and decreasing it by a solid 20 minutes, which if you know the pain of wash day, it means a LOT.

he’s not a super romantic person, but he does his best to make washing your hair a relaxing experience

he’ll lower the lights, and run you a hot bath, coaxing you between his legs, sitting on the edge of the tub while he massages the shampoo into your hair slowly

his nails are blunt for obvious reasons, but he makes an effort to scratch as much as possible, and his heart flutters just a bit with how at peace you look

he focuses on the roots as that’s the only place that needs such attention and rinses with cold water to seal up your cuticles

he’d help you towel off and will sacrifice one of his comfier long sleeve shirts to help you dry your hair, since you mentioned towels add frizz and remove moisture.

he’s so good with the LOC method, applying just enough oil to seal, but not weigh your curls down too much.

always delicate with your ends

he lets you work the parts you can reach, and for places like the back of your head, he takes over, working the leave in conditioner in with ease

shota can two strand twist tf out some damn hair no i don’t take criticism

he’s also obsessed with the way your hair shrinks, though he’d never admit it

so much length compressed into gorgeous coils, he wonders how the hell does hair just...defy gravity🧍🏾‍♀️

all in all, wash days are the highlight of his day, plus it gives him an excuse to whip out the matching bonnets he gets for y’all every time he goes on a beauty supply run

katsuki:

surprisingly enough, he’s another patient one

but this is both in part to him having done his research due to his thick hair, and he’s had black girlfriends in the past

so wash day ain’t nothin new to him, when you come to him the next morning dreading what the day had in store, he’d already whipped out the box holding your shared hair supplies, towel and brush at the ready.

he can be a little overzealous when it comes to brushing out your curls, having grown up on the “you just tenderheaded” bullshit

but he makes sure to never actually hurt you, or tug too hard

he’s also a firm believer in finger detangling, opting to use the brush for your ends, and going over the section with his fingers to get out any lingering kinks

will trim what needs to be trimmed, to him length is not worth retaining if it’s split half to death💀

once detangling’s done, he’ll breeze through the shampoo section

which brings us to his favorite part: deep conditioning

he’s partial to Uncle Funky’s Daughter’s products, combining their Heal & Renew deep conditioner with the Midnite Train leave in to get you allllll the way together.

this, plus a hot oil treatment will have you ready to marry this mf on the spot🧎🏾‍♀️

he knows your hair is a huge source of pride for you, so he does his part to help keep it voluminous and defined whenever he can

does give unsolicited advice (criticism)

but knows when to pull back, knowing that nobody knows what’s best like you do

still won’t keep him from getting pissed at you for not having had a trim in 4 months tho 🤷🏾‍♀️

his strength is cornrows, he keeps a perfect grip that isn’t so tight it’ll snatch your damn edges out but tight enough to last you a while

you always find a way to con him into braiding your hair down before you do an install. how? he don’t know

he loves you, that’s how.

wash days with katsuki are so frustrating, but the both of you wouldn’t give them up even if the world depended on it.

kirishima:

i can’t think of a more supportive (yet clueless) bf

but that doesn’t mean he’s not ready to learn!

it starts when he asked you if you wanted to go out saturday, and you said you couldn’t cause you had to wash your hair

he was like ?????

let’s just go after????

and so you had to break it down to him that your hair requires a lot of attention and care that you NEED a whole day to tend to it, not just wash

he nods, face lighting up as he proposes that he just come over and help

you’re a little hesitant, as you don’t just let anybody play around in ya hair like that

but he says he’s really intrigued and he wants to learn, so you agree

he mostly just watches, not wanting to mess up your flow, but participates on some of the easier parts, like working the curling cream into your locks

he’s also really good with massaging your head while you wash, his fingers nearly putting you to sleep

his sectioning needs a little work, but it’s nothing practice can’t fix

although you really gotta catch him up on what certain things actually mean

mf nearly had a heart attack when you said the words “hot oil treatment” and spazzed thinking you was about to put ya head in some damn chicken grease🕳🤸🏾‍♀️

over time though, he gets better at things like flexi rods, and even learns to do how to do crochets (my heart just MELTED)

he even takes some pointers and gets better at taking better care of his own hair. between hero work, hittin the gym, hanging with you and having “bro time” his hair is the last thing on his mind

plus it’s dyed, so he should be taking better care of it anyway🙄

wash days with kiri are so fun tho, and you’ve even made a habit of spiderman kissing whenever you’re upside down and scrunching your curls🥺🤎

izuku:

asks!!! so!!! many!!! questions!!!

honestly is just happy to be there

wants to know what everything is, what it does, if you like it, etc.

also takes notes on what you do and how you do it so he’ll remember for the future 🥺

he’s so nervous when you ask him if he wants to help

he doesn’t wanna mess it up, your hair’s so pretty 🥺🥺

he has curly hair too, but it’s much easier to manage, so he’s wayyy outta his depth

you help him through each step though, and with some time he gets more and more comfortable

shampoo is his favorite part cause he gets to try and make your hair do different shapes (the number one hero is secretly a big ass baby...who knew)

he’s another one that’s amazed by the way your hair can shrink

he knows your hair’s pretty long, you got a blowout one time and you swear he had a mini stroke for a good five mins with the way he just....froze

he fell even more in love with your hair that day

so to see it so short just wows him

if you’ve got really short 4c type hair, he wants you to go green with him so y’all can match🧚🏾

gets really good at protective styles (especially box braids)

cause at heart he’s a hero and wants to protect everything he loves from harm

yes, that includes protecting your curls from split ends and keeping em fresh.

thanks so much for reading! let me know if you guys want more of these, and feel free to throw me a like or a reblog if you enjoyed! mwah!

[doodlingstuff]

Coffee first?

Very late @aftgexchange gift for @rainbow-0bsidian Here's a Coffee Shop AU featuring an evil autumn-colored crocheted nanna-rug. Hope you like it!

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"I don't even know why I'm letting you drag me into this. I have a paper due tomorrow." Jean says, tapping furiously into his laptop as if the excessive noise will make him go faster.

"Because the two of you need to go out more often! Unless you are, you know, like together, in which case-"

"Don't even finish that thought." Andrew threatens Dan from his place, smoking on the window.

Dan crosses her arms. She's in the middle of the room, where she can look at both men at the same time. The truth is, she knows they both have lives. Or sort of... But she doesn't want to go alone to meet the cute beefcake from the gym on her first date.

They've been eyeing each other for long enough without saying anything, that in the end, it had been Dan who proposed having coffee in her preferred place.

"Okay. I'm done." Jean announces, closing his laptop. "Move it, Minyard."

"I didn't sign myself to be her chaperon."

"And I'm not going to be their third wheel."

"Guys, come on! I never ask anything from either of you."

Both men turn to shot daggers at Dan. Technically, she spends most of the week asking things, but that is because she's the team's captain, and they're supposed to fall under her command.

"I'll buy you a slice of each cake," Dan says to Andrew. "And I'll help you finish your paper when we return." She adds to Jean. "Can we go now?"

Andrew shrugs before discarding his half-smoked cigarette. Dan feels immediate relief. She won't go alone. Her roommates will be there, and if everything goes to awful hell, she can always count on Allison and Renee to cry all night.

"How do I look?" Dan asks the men. She still has a few minutes to make last-minute changes.

Andrew swipes her from top to bottom and Jean from her shoes to her hair.

"Could be worse."

"Halloween is coming."

Dan feels her belly churning with dread. It must be the boots, or the sweater, or the hair. Or perhaps she overdid her makeup? What if-

"Wilds, no." Andrew breaks the silence. Dan turns to look at him. If she has to give the tiny man credit for something, is that he knows how to dress when he means it. She should've asked for his help. Or Jean.

Oh, for fuck's sake. She's so stupid! She also lives with a French, and she couldn't ask for advice. This Matt guy is turning her into a puddle of uselessness.

"I said no. Let's go." Andrew cuts in again and storms out of the door.

Dan sighs and goes out, ready to fail.

The way goes silent. Andrew and Jean occasionally type something on their phones. They are closer to each other than they are to Dan. Like real bodyguards. At least that gives Dan a bit of security.

She breathes in the chilly morning autumn air and pushes the door of the Fox Coffee Shop, already scanning the tables. There's no sign of her big man yet. She might have a few minutes to steel herself for the stunning view and relax before he-

"What are you doing? Don't leave me with her!" Jean scowls behind her. She turns on her heels to see Andrew leaving the coffee shop.

"Andrew! What are you doing? Andrew!"

Dan is finally thankful for choosing shoes she can run with. She is so worried about being left alone with the cute man that she doesn't pay attention to the sound of windows smashing at her back and hurries more to step in front of Andrew.

"We got a deal! What's wrong with you?"

Andrew only lifts a brow. It would've been enough to make Dan step aside if she didn't know him so well already, and she hadn't noticed the faint blush on his cheeks.

"Can we go back? I got a date."

"Go ahead. I don't." There's the faintest of inflections in the last part. Dan would've asked if she only had time. Right now, she wants her date to be perfect, and it's coming pretty bad from before the start.

"I'll also get you fancy ice cream when I'm done. Andrew, come on, I need you."

The man looks from Dan's face to the coffee shop at the back. His cheeks blush again.

"Is he worth it?"

"I'll never know if we don't meet."

"Chocolate fudge, rocky road, brownie, and cookie chips. Plus the cakes, and I reserve the right to stab him if he isn't worth it."

"Awesome. You're the best. Come on; he must be there."

Dan makes her way back to the coffee shop, feeling pounds lighter with Andrew going willingly behind her. However, the relief doesn't last long.

There's a crowd of people at the entrance of the place. Dan makes way for her and Andrew to see what's the source of the commotion. A million scenes cross her mind. All of them, except the one with Jean on the floor, cursing in angry French at a blond man who's pressing gauze to his forehead.

"I can't take care of that cut if you keep moving, you know?" The blond says.

"Leave my head alone and get rid of that stupid rug!" Jean protests.

Dan looks at the spot pointed by Jean. There's a crumpled autumn-colored crocheted nana-rug on the floor.

"As if it was the rug's fault that you can't see where you put your feet. Or your whole body, for that matter." Interjects a small man from aside. He gives a few steps to get close to the window that apparently, met Jean's head. "At least you hit with the wall and didn't break the window."

"Neil, can you go back to attending orders?" The blond man asks, still busy attending Jean.

At her back, Dan hears Andrew muttering "Neil" to himself.

"I'm not cleaning his blood." The man -Neil-, says as he goes back to the counter.

Dan doesn't pay any more attention to him and crouches beside Jean. "What happened?"

"I wanted to catch Andrew before he ran away and slipped with their stupid rug. Who puts a rug in the middle of a coffee shop?"

"I did; any problems?" Neil replies from the back of the counter.

"You are a problem!" Jean shouts at the same time that Andrew says it, already in front of Neil. The blush has extended from his cheeks to his ears.

"It's just an attitude problem," Neil says, quieter, only for Andrew to hear, but the whole shop is still silent with the commotion.

"I'll still solve you," Andrew says with a casual shrug that can fool anyone but Dan or Jean.

"At least buy something before."

The blond man. Jeremy reads his tag, just puts his head inside his hands. "This job is going to kill me."

At that moment, Dan can see the instant shuffle in Jean. When he sees the exhaustion in Jeremy, he also goes slack against the wall, all tension between him, the rug, and Neil instantly gone. "I'm sorry for causing you trouble, love. It's just- Andrew's impossible, and our girl Dan here is having her first date with a guy from the gym."

Dan can't think anymore. She doesn't even know what's going on. Jean and Jeremy are holding hands on the floor, and Andrew is having a heavy staring contest with Neil at the counter.

"Love?" Is all she can mutter.

"We've been dating for weeks. We didn't want to tell you because I thought you liked him." Jean says.

"I- What?"

"You come here so often that I thought you might come for me? It wouldn't be the first time. And I know it wouldn't be because of Neil; he doesn't seem your type." Jeremy explains.

Dan feels dumbfounded. Her knees are about to give up below here. This can't be happening.

"I come here because of the morning views, the warm lattes, the pecan pie, and the free Wi-Fi! And I have a fucking date with a super hot guy who's like seven feet of glorious muscle crowned with a perfect smile and the most hilarious sense of humor. Why would I even look at you? No offense, Jean, I can see the appeal."

"Do you think all that of me?" Asks a deep voice behind Dan.

"Fuck me now," Dan mutters to Jean's and Jeremy's entertainment.

"Uh... Thought we could have coffee first? But I can do that too if that's what you want. I mean, who wouldn't? You're like a goddess."

"I- Wh- So- Do you really think I'm a goddess?"

"Hell yeah, I've been wanting to ask you out since spring but thought like your friend's boyfriend that you were into him and I-"

"Shut up and kiss me."

Dan doesn't think as she talks and pulls Matt in for a kiss.

All her nerves melt as soon as their mouths meet. It's so much better than anything she had imagined. Not that she'd put too many thoughts into picturing herself with Matt, but it's everything she ever dreamt of and then some.

"You could do the same someday." Dan listens to Andrew deadpan to Neil. She bursts into laughter at the same time as Matt.

The kiss breaks, but their hands remain holding as they go to get their drinks and officially start their date.

It looks like this date won't be a total failure after all.