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frostironfudge · 2 years

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I Really, Really Want To Kiss You - Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Personal Trainer!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Fem Reader, Modern AU.

Warnings: angst, fluff, swear words, making out, allusions to body dysmorphia, a male oc being mean to the reader based on her appearance, protective bucky, mutual pining, sam has the braincell, weight loss mentioned, some not so good thoughts about herself by the reader, bucky fell first its canon for this au.

Word Count: 2.6k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

A.N: i've been meaning to write personal trainer bucky for a while and i might make this multiple parts (maybe 1-2 parts more) but i'm not sure about it, let me know what you think! also if i expand then that may include smut.

masterlist // Ao3

Heartbeat thunderous in your ears. Breath borderline panting. Then you see him, your step falters. Your hands grab the handle bar trying to right yourself.

Bucky’s hand shoots out to stabilise you and press the stop button on the treadmill.

Your eyes shift from the man to Bucky. He frowns at you.

“Where is your focus?” He worriedly tuns his gaze over you.

“I’m okay…” You murmur, heat creeping to your cheeks.

“You sure? I know we’re trying interval running for the first time—,”

“Sir—Bucky,” you correct yourself before he can tell you off again, “I’m okay.” You press on, the heat of his palm against your lower back grounds you more than it should.

Blue eyes give you a once over, “Okay, how about we try again?”

He smiles when you nod, you will your heart and mind to focus. When Bucky got assigned as your personal trainer you wanted the ground to swallow you up.

He’s tall, beefy, with a charming smile and eyes so blue you would tie dumbbells to your feet to drown into, well maybe not that literally but controlling your feelings for him for the past three months had been difficult.

Every-time he smiled at you, your heart would stop, every repetition he demonstrated you swear your mouth watered with drool brimming past your lips. Then when he joked around and eased your nerves over the whole ordeal to loose weight that that is what set your heart soaring.

Bucky was sweet, encouraging, the praise for him just never stopped. Everyone at the gym adored him, even if you were mid session and anyone required help he’d look to you if it was okay. He’d jog over help them and return to you.

He taught you to look at your journey from the point of view of getting healthier for yourself. Reminding you that the scale is just a number.

Just like the age gap between the two of you, fourteen years who cares? You definitely don’t, not one damn bit.

“Ready?” His voice brings you back into the present. You nod.

“Alright, thirty second intervals, speed at 6.5, and we’ll start at a speed of 3 for thirty seconds then switch higher.” Bucky watches for any signs of confusion on your face, you give him nothing to worry about, he gives you his beaming smile.

Blame the heat on your cheeks on the workout.

Blame the heat on your cheeks on the work—

Then he passes by again, your gym crush, Bucky had been deemed by your best-friends as your Gym Love.

You watch through the mirror discreetly as the guy-gym crush-because you’re too anxious to even ask his name or approach him. Runs his hand through his hair and you panic when the floor beneath you moves.

Oh, you’re on the treadmill right. You begin taking the steps, Bucky adjusts the speed to three.

“What has you distracted? Is everything okay?” He questions and you will yourself not to look at gym crush but your damn eyes betray you because he’s deadlifting and you can hear him groan and why is the speed increasing?

Shit you will yourself to catch up. Bucky follows your gaze to the guy. Then he scoffs calculating the weight the guy is lifting.

“Not impressive.” He mutters, attention back at you, “Alright there, Doll?”

“Mmhmmm.” You’re on the verge of beginning to pant and he lowers the speed. That damned nickname sends your heart into over drive.

You slow down to a walk catching your breath.

“How was that?” You question trying to deflect.

“Good, you’re keeping focus.” Bucky murmurs, its stupid he knows being a little petty that you’re stealing glances of someone else.

“Sorry, I um,” you begin,

“No don’t apologise, Doll, ready for the next interval?” His eyes meet yours and god he just wants to lean over and kiss you senseless.

“Yeah, I am.” You grin at him, Bucky increases the speed again. Watching your feet to see if you need any pointers on foot posture and landing.

This goes on for another fifteen minutes before he gives you a break. When you get down from the treadmill you have to look up at Bucky again because he’s tall. So damned tall he towers over you. You’d be lying if you didn’t want him to lift you up and—, god why does working out turn your brain into a horny mess?

“Go sit down, drink water, I’ll be back in two minutes okay?” Bucky watches you nod at his words your breath still fast, chest rising and falling, he swallows quickly heading to the main desk where Sam is stationed.

You make your way to the bench grabbing your water. Involuntarily your eyes scan over the gym, trying to locate your crush.

Tugging at your t-shirt. To stop it from highlighting your rolls, you sit up straighter as he passes by, heading to the machines. You drink water, then look down at your shoes then towards the area.

Very fucking discreet, you tell yourself.

He pays you no mind, focused on his workout. Then he looks your way you look ahead, trying not to make it obvious being caught staring.

Bucky sighs, Sam shakes his head.

“Just tell her.” He taps the keyboard, switching playlists.

“She already has a crush on dudebro deadlifts double digits.” Bucky grimaces, its been three months being your personal trainer, he wanted more, much more.

Everything about you pulled him in, the way you smile whenever greeting any of the staff, to your jokes during the sessions. The way you would light up when you made progress in your strength.

God he remembers your scent lingering upon him after hours of you jumping into his arms when you broke your own deadlift personal record.

Your warmth engulfing him, your skin so soft and pretty he just wanted to sink his teeth and mark you as his own, he could even hear you saying his name over and over.

“Bucky.” Your palm on his hand brings him back into the present. His brows furrow. Thank god for the desk.

“Y-yeah Doll?” He clears his throat. Sam chortles covering it with a cough, Bucky throws him a glare, then gazes back at you.

“You alright? It was around ten minutes I got worried…” You bite your lip. Bucky’s gaze falls to them, his tongue peeks out wetting his own bottom lip.

Your eyes follow the movement, you swallow.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, Sam threw paperwork on my head. I’ll walk in with you. You feel up for doing abs or have I worn you out?” He wiggles his brows.

You giggle, “It takes a lot more than an interval training to wear me out.”

“Are you challenging me, Doll?” His lips curve up into a smirk.

Your core pulses at the innuendos being exchanged.

“Maybe.” You shrug, looking away to breathe.

Bucky chuckles, shaking his head.

“Come on, three variations with two sets of twenty reps, I’ll go easy on ya.” He winks when you look back up at him.

“When have you ever gone easy on me?” You feign surprise.

“You’d know when I get rougher, Doll.” Bucky pipes back.

Sam coughs in warning. Bucky purses his lips, thinking of thoughts that should help rid of his hidden predicament.

Your fingers intertwine out of nervousness. Licking your lips, “I’ll wait in the studio?”

“Yeah be there in a second.” He promises as you trace the path back.

“Just ask her. You’re both practically eye fucking the other.” Sam waves a hand gesturing between Bucky and where you were standing.

“She’s not interested in me—,” Bucky’s brows furrow pondering over the conversation, “do you think?”

“Man go ask her out before I throw you in the morning shift.” Sam warns as Bucky finds his way to you.

You’re in the studio, sitting crossed legged on the floor. Fiddling with the corner of the mat.

“Hey.” Bucky smiles when you grin at him, “Hey.”

“So I was thinking I’d do the reps with you.” He moves to grab a mat for himself.

“Won’t that be too slow for you?” You blink up at him.

“Nope.” He sits on the mat, “Now, first classic crunch, ready?”

You nod getting into position as does he, “Ready and go.”

How Bucky is able to keep the counts and do the reps is beyond you.

He’s staying true to his word in tandem with your movements.

You have to will yourself to do the reps instead of watching him. The way his hair begins to fall on his forehead and without breaking his movement he shakes it away.

Beads of sweat line your forehead and you grunt laying back covering your face with your palms just as Bucky gives the last call for the rep. That last set took a lot of energy out of you.

“Hey Doll,” Bucky leans over, you move your hands to look up at him.

“Yeah Bucky?” breathing is still hard even more so with those azure eyes gazing down at you.

“You okay?” He checks in, gaze tracing over you.

You nod, “Just need to catch my breath—,”

The door to the studio slams open, Bucky looks up. You sit up, gym crush stands there looking at Bucky.

“Yes?” He questions the dudebro.

“You’re a trainer right? I need a spotter, the dude on the front desk is with a client showing the gym. You’re the only other free trainer.” He says, Bucky raises a brow looking towards you.

“I’m with a client.” He gestures with his palm.

You offer a smile, “Its okay…”

Bucky scoffs when the idiot doesn’t even thank you. Just gestures to the training area for him to follow.

“Mannerless.” He comments, you frown.

Bucky wants to roll his eyes, of course you wouldn’t like anything bad said about your whatever the idiot is to you.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” You ask hopeful, even though its your day for cardio having Bucky there makes it better cause he alway made funny faces through the mirror while passing by. You did the same to him just a little more discreet if he was with a client.

“Oh I have to go help a friend move so I might not be there when you usually come in… you can do your usually routine, elliptical, treadmill, cycling or jump rope’s cool too.” He helps you up not letting go of your hand even as you both are standing.

You like that, holding Bucky’s hand. He might not like it though so you look down and he blushes moving his hand away, if though he really didn’t want to do so.

“I’ll see you day after then?” You offer, he nods.

“See you, Doll.” Bucky smiles when he spots you smiling shyly at the nickname.

The next day at the gym you feel Bucky’s absence. Usually he’s smiling, greeting you or making a joke. Checking in upon your diet and how you’re doing mentally. He always made sure to know about your headspace.

You’re getting down from the treadmill making way to the water station. That is when gym crush walks in, you make eye contact while filling your bottle, in a moment of boldness. You offer him a smile.

He stares at you with his dark eyes, then his face morphs into a disgusted grimace. You look back to your water bottle, moving away rushing over to the locker room.

You can’t get his expression out of your head, the mirrors in the room turn sinister, you cover your face, heading into one of the stalls.

Resting your forehead against the door, trying to quiet your breathing and tears. Your weight didn’t please any man who held your romantic admirations, it was always a factor and despite the hard-work done these past few months it seemed as if this was to waste as well.

“Fuck.” You mutter, trying to find the positives over the past few months. Everything Bucky has done for you, taught you, you sniffle. It doesn’t work. Not even the mental footage of him doing dumbbell floor presses helps to distract your mind.

Wiping your eyes you grab your bag from the locker, heading out, not bothering to look at anyone.

As luck would have it you collide into someone, palms engulf your arms, steadying you. His cedar and patchouli scent surrounds you. Bucky.

“Doll.” Is all he says, you don’t look up at him.

You try to keep the sniffle down, but the stupid sound blubbers out. Immediately his calloused hands grasp your face, making you look up into his eyes.

“Who did this?” Bucky’s eyes scan over the gym floor.

His gaze settles on dudebro, his jaw clenches and eyes narrow.

“Bucky, no one—,” You attempt to defuse the situation.

“Don’t lie to me, Doll.” He warns, one hand leaves your cheek, wrapping around your wrist, he pulls you into the private office.

“You’re going to tell me the truth.” Bucky demands.

“There isn’t anything to say—,”

“That’s it.” He moves without warning, grasping your hips and you’re lifted up, and settled onto the desk, your legs parted to have him stand between them chest to chest.

You’re out of breath without having moved a muscle.

“Bucky?” Is all you can muster out, he grasps your chin with his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head back only slightly.

“Doll, you’re crying and its not the happy tears I’ve seen you shed and wiped away. Now please, please tell me what happened.” He requests, all the earlier range he harboured gone but not forgotten.

“I,” Your chest tightens and your eyes close, as though it would erase it all away.

“Take your time, Doll.” He encourages, thumb tracing over your jaw.

You gaze into his eyes, the warm comfort in them beckoning you close, “You might think it’s stupid.” you warn.

“Try me.” He shrugs, giving a soft smile.

You swallow and then spill the entirety of the event.

“He grimaced at you?” Bucky confirms, you nod.

“I’m going to kill him.” He begins to pull away and you instinctively wrap your legs around him to stop him.

“Doll—,”

“I’m so sorry—,”

“No fuck, I’ve thought of this so many times…” Bucky trails off.

“You, you have?” Your eyes widen, as he nods again.

“You don’t know what you’ve done to me, all I can think about is you. Every sense of mine attitude to you.” He rests his forehead against yours, you close your eyes.

“I’ve thought about you too.” Your quiet admission has him smile.

“What have you thought about?” His curiosity getting the better of him.

“How your arms feel around him, how would it be to see you outside of here… to, to have you lift me up like—,” You squeal when he lifts you again, your legs wrapped around his waist, hands on his shoulders, Bucky grins mischievously.

You’re pressed against the wall and him.

“Like this?” He questions, breathless, eyes shifting between your lips and gaze.

“Yes.” the words a breathless whisper.

“Doll I really, really want to kiss you.” He admits, you raise your palm to cup his cheek, shifting your head towards him.

Bucky’s breath fans across your face, his lips are slightly chapped but soft, warm and oh so sinful. The kiss is bruising, he completely dominates and you allow him to, his tongue exploring your mouth and he sucks upon your bottom lip.

You tug on his lip as he pulls away, Bucky audibly groans.

“You’re so beautiful, so magnificent. And you taste so addicting.” Bucky rests his forehead against yours again, this time both of you stare into each other’s eyes.

You can’t keep the grin off of your face nor can he, “So does this mean I can take you out to dinner?” He requests.

“Yeah, yeah you can.” You answer smiling, his lips meet yours again.

permanent bucky tag: @slutforsexyseabass

permanent tags: @stevesmewmew @pandaxnienke

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skieswords · 1 year

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Ruin Me {Luke Patterson x OC}

Summary: Finley is Los Feliz High’s golden girl. Straight As, captain of the cheer squad and the dance team, dating the captain of the lacrosse team, and the pride and joy of her parents. But her childhood best friend and her have had an agreement since they were 16. No feelings, no strings, nobody knows. Especially not her boyfriend.

Warning: Smut.

Word count: 12.2k

Based on Lustra’s Scotty Doesn’t Know.

“Fuck, that was good.”

Finley rolled her eyes and pulled the sheets up to her chest, turning to face Luke as dropped down beside her, running a hand through his sweaty hair. He sat up on his elbow and smirked down at her, taking in her flushed face and messed up hair.

“You good?”

He held a fist out to her, and she rolled her eyes but smirked, and fist bumped him.

“Shut up.”

Luke pretended to bow to a non-existent audience, chuckling as he dropped back onto his pillow. Finley looked at the clock on the wall and sighed, sitting up with the sheet wrapped around her, and gathering her clothes from around the floor, where they’d been scattered earlier.

“You know, you really shouldn’t worry about covering up in front of me. I mean, the things you just let me do to you- why do you even bother?”

Pulling her shorts on, and frowning at her messed up hair, Finley rolled her eyes once again at her old best friend, and smoothed down her shirt.

“It’s the principle of it. We have sex, we finish, I leave. That’s how it is.”

Luke shrugged, and rested his hands behind his head, sitting up against his headboard.

She wasn’t wrong. This was how it had been since the start of their Junior year. Finley had been dating the lacrosse team captain for 4 months, but he’d made it very clear he wanted to wait a while before doing the deed. Being the respectful and loving girlfriend she was- she’d turned to her best friend. Luke Patterson, notorious for breaking hearts at Los Feliz high, was more than happy to help her out, coming up with an arrangement that meant he got an easy fuck, and she got her needs satisfied. There were no feelings whatsoever between the two of them, and they didn’t speak outside of making plans and seeing them through. Cheating on Scott wasn’t easy- but she told herself it was just temporary, and it was better than letting their relationship suffer because she felt neglected. God knows she’d helped Scott enough times, simply by walking around his bedroom in a sports bra, or making out with him for an hour. He was a nice boy, destined for college, who came from a nice family and a nice church. A church that she’d attended with him quite a few times. He was too nice, sometimes.

Luke was the polar opposite of Scott. 17, in a rockband, on the brink of dropping out of school, and swearing off God since age 12. They’d been best friends all through middle school, but that all changed when they reached high school, and Finley had started to rise through the social ranks, quickly earning queen bee status. Now, as captain of both the dance team and the cheer team, she was expected to behave herself. Walking to class hand in hand with her golden boy boyfriend, pass all of her classes, attend cheer practice, coach the dance team, go home and study. Cheer at Scott’s game on Fridays after school, get a milkshake with him at the diner afterwards. Spend Saturdays at cheer practice for a few hours, then heading straight to her best friend Sasha’s house for a study session, before having dinner with her entire family. Sunday’s were her favourite though. She’d wake up early, dress simply, and drive to the other side of town. She’d tell her parents she was going to see Scott, tell Scott she was going to church, and tell Sasha she was going to the gym. In her defense, she was working out. Just not quite the way her best friend thought.

Monday saw the Los Feliz 1995 Junior prom queen walking through the halls, high ponytail secured with a bright blue scrunchie, cheer skirt perfectly pressed, and trainers so white they looked new. The walls were papered with posters about the upcoming dance, the theme having been decided by her and a few of the girls from dance. A romantic weekend in Paris, they’d decided, with roses decorating the tables, and a colour theme of red and white. Hopefully it wouldn’t clash too much with the Valentine’s dance, the theme for which was still to be confirmed, despite it’s arrival in less than a month. There were a lot of dances at Los Feliz, thanks to the musical and dancing talent in their school. Luke’s band was playing the next homecoming dance, after Finley put a good word in for them, feeling like she owed Luke something. She didn’t know how it didn’t eat away at him, sleeping with someone elses girlfriend. But then she caught sight of him leaning over Jessie Wilson, a Junior who’d recently joined the dance team, and was reminded once again, that Luke was the definition of a player. Finley wrinkled her nose as Luke pushed a strand of hair off of Jessie’s face, the younger girl nearly melting into a puddle at Luke’s feet. Luke noticed her watching, and sent her a wink, making her scowl, as she tried to subdue the blush creeping up her cheeks.

“Hey babe, you alright?”

Finley smiled up at her suddenly appeared boyfriend, and pressed a kiss to his cheek, pushing all thoughts of Luke in the janitor’s closet out of her mind.

“I’m fine, just thinking about the routine for Friday’s game. Are we still on for milkshakes?” She smiled sweetly, intertwining their fingers. Scott shrugged and ran his free hand through his sandy curls, his eyes fixed on something in the distance.

“Yeah, sure.”

He started walking towards the english room, tugging her gently alongside him.

“I was gonna ask you- do you fancy coming to my church with me on Sunday? My pastor wants to see you again, and speak to you about running that cheer camp I mentioned?”

Finley’s eyes widened, and she cleared her throat.

“I wish I could, but I told my pastor I’d stay behind after the service and help with the kids... I’m so sorry.”

Finley smiled apologetically, but was surprised when Scott flashed her an adoring grin, reaching out a hand to brush a strand of hair off her face as they reached her class.

“Don’t worry about it- that’s incredible. You’re incredible. I don’t know how you find the time for all of these things. How’d I get so lucky?”

He leant down and pressed a kiss to her temple, before waving goodbye as he headed to the science labs. Finley laughed half-heartedly as she waved back, turning and walking into english with a quiet groan.

Maths was next period, but as Finley sat down in her desk, someone appeared on her shoulders, his musky aftershave identifying him before he could speak.

“Don’t touch me, Lucas.”

Finley shrugged her shoulders, forcing him to sit back in his seat, the desk behind hers.

“Funny, that’s not what you were saying yesterday.”

He was muttering, but Finley caught it, spinning round to glare at him as he chuckled.

“Not funny. Someone might hear you!”

She glanced around her fearfully, shooting a convincing smile at the group of cheerleaders towards the back, before dropping it and continuing her glare.

“Relax, you don’t have to be golden girl all the time you know. No-one cares if you drop the act for once in your life.”

Finley groaned, and turned back around, making sure her ponytail flicked him in the face as she did so.

“Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten what it feels like.”

His voice was soft in her ear, and she closed her eyes as his fingers ran through a handful, begging the memories of many previous Sundays to stop playing through her mind.

“Hey Finley, what’s up?”

Sasha’s arrival saw Finley lean forward, forcing Luke to remove his hands from her hair, watching her with a smirk as she spoke to her best friend.

“Hey Sash, I’m good. How was your weekend? Sorry I missed your call on Sunday, I was at church.”

Sasha winked at her, and giggled.

“You’re still telling him you go to church on a Sunday? Poor boy, if only he knew.”

Finley laughed nervously and drummed her pen on the desk, twirling her ponytail around a finger. Luke’s ears perked up at this; had Finley told Sasha what was going on between them? Finley laughed alongside her friend, the nervous tone in it only picked up by the carefully listening rockstar wannabe, who knew her inside out. Literally.

“Of course. Honestly, don’t know how he believes me. He thinks this body comes from just cheer and dance? No, it’s the 4 hour weight session with Charlie every Sunday. I’ll tell him one day, but for now, I’ve got to keep in shape.”

Finley ran her hands down her sides at this, and arched her back slightly, knowing Luke’s eyes would be on her. They were, and he smirked at her action, kicking the leg of her chair gently so she knew.

“Of course, got to keep him interested. And, of course, there’s the matter of homecoming.”

Sasha winked at Finley, who blushed and looked at her desk, silently praying Luke had stopped listening for some reason.

“Yeah, duh.”

Saved by the appearance of their math teacher, Finley sighed with relief and pulled out her textbook. Luke diverted his attention out the window, his mind drifting to what could possibly be happening at next Friday’s homecoming that he’d missed.

The week passed in a flash, with Finley avoiding Luke at all costs. They reached Friday morning not having spoken since Monday, when Luke finally cornered her in the hallway after lunch, while everyone else was in class.

“Luke. Hey.”

She blinked up at him, towering over her lithe frame as she leaned against her locker.

“Fin. You still on for Sunday?” Finley looked around her fearfully, pushing him lightly in the chest once she was satisfied the corridor was empty.

“Shut up. Yeah, same as always.”

Luke narrowed his eyes at her, leaning in close so she could feel his breath on her face. He was hardly an inch away, his cocky smirk almost pressed up against her lips.

“Luke-” He reached his thumb up and pulled her bottom lip down lightly, his eyes growing dark and hungry, before laughing and walking away, shoving his hands deep in his pockets. Finley groaned and brushed down her clothes, willing away the fierce blush that had appeared on her cheeks. That boy was going to be the death of her.

“Game night, wooo! Favourite night of the week. I get to rock the field, and then spend time with my perfect girl.”

Finley smiled weakly at her over excited boyfriend, his lacrosse uniform on, leaning against the wall as he watched her paint careful blue swirls on her face.

“Yeah, should be great. You’ll be awesome.”

She pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, checking her uniform in the mirror one more time. White and blue uniform, blue bow tied around her ponytail, blue face paint swirling on her cheekbones. The epitome of bobcat spirit in a couple stood in front of her, and she found herself wondering for the 1000th time that week, why she wasn’t perfectly content. Scott was so sweet, and he cared about her. She’d met his family, and they all adored her, she’d met his pastor, who’d also loved her. They were perfect for each other. But why wasn’t it enough for her? Banishing those thoughts from her mind, she plastered a smile on, and cracked her knuckles. Time to win a game, and show the school why she deserved to be queen bee.

The bleachers were filled with a sea of blue and silver, signs held high above the Los Feliz students’ heads, Bobcat posters lining the walls of the field. Finley was dancing around in front of the bleachers, cheering for the bobcat team as they scored yet again, doing a handspring before jumping on Sasha’s back and running around yelling happily. She loved cheering, always had done since she had joined the squad in her Freshman year. The other girls were chanting, clapping and jumping on the sidelines, watching with wide grins as their captain and vice ran round the bleachers, now on opposite sides. Sasha gave Finley a look, who returned it with a nod, before launching into a complex tumbling routine simultaneously. Pairing a triple back handspring with a full twist and a back somersault, she landed it with a proud smile, panting slightly. Sasha, now directly opposite her, bowed to the screaming students, and ran over, wrapping an arm round her best friends’ waist.

“I knew we could do that. That had to look sick.”

Finley nodded, walking into the group of Bobcat cheerleaders and organizing them into place for stunts. With the base group formed up, Finley watched carefully as Sasha was tossed up in the air, alongside Leila. With Finley as their captain, and the smallest on the team, it made sense for her to be top flyer. Taking a deep breath, she broke into a run, before throwing a back handspring and feeling herself getting caught by girls at the front, who boosted her to Sasha and Leila, who pulled her up onto their hands. Three tier pyramid, her foot firmly lodged in Sasha and Leila’s hands, her arms high above her head. She beamed as she looked around the bleachers, knowing she’d impressed everyone. It had been a long time since someone had managed to get the bobcat cheer team in as good a place as Finley had it. She was talented, and being the kind of person she was, it wasn’t difficult to get people to listen to her. But her pride was short lived. Someone slipped beneath her, and she cursed quietly under her breath, tensing her entire body. Sasha stumbled, letting go of Finley, who’s entire weight was now on Leila, who was far too small to handle her on her own. Finley groaned and threw herself backwards, tucking into a ball and hoping for the best. She’d landed back somersaults from that height before, but without a steady base, she had no idea where this would go. She did land it, but a sickening crunch as she did so made her fall to the floor in agony, clutching her ankle and yelping. The first person to her side was Sasha, who was blurting out apologies through tears, pulling her into an awkward hug, while Finley rolled her eyes and tried to calm her through gritted teeth.

“It’s okay Sash. Can you go get ice or something?”

Sasha nodded and ran off, and Finley peered at her ankle. It seemed fine, maybe a little twisted, but not broken. Movement out of the corner of her eye made her look up, and she caught sight of Luke, leaning against the side of the bleachers, his eyes trained on her. He looked... worried? Finley didn’t have time to contemplate this, as she felt someone wrap their arms around her, and carry her over to the side, resting her against the bench.

“Hey babe, are you alright? That was a nasty fall.”

Scott stroked her face gently, his face red and his hair plastered to his forehead with sweat.

“I’m alright Scotty. Go win this game for me, okay?” Scott nodded and pressed a kiss to her cheek, before running off.

“Scotty? Really? God you two are sickening.”

Finley rolled her eyes at Luke’s tone, rubbing her leg.

“What do you want, Patterson? I’m a bit busy, if you hadn’t noticed.”

Luke nodded and knelt down, holding up an ice pack.

“Shut up and let me help you.”

Finley snapped her lips shut and winced as Luke pressed the ice to her ankle, holding it in place with surprisingly gentle fingers.

“That was stupid. You knew you might fall.”

He sounded bored, but there was a hint of concern in his voice that Finley hadn’t expected to hear.

“I was fine. I’ve done it a million times before- Sasha just slipped.”

Luke snorted, and adjusted the way he was kneeling.

“Yeah well Sasha just slipping, nearly had you landing on your head. Get some better cheerleaders, won’t you? Half of them aren’t even hot- swear that’s literally the whole point of you guys.”

Finley resisted the urge to smack him, and took a deep breath.

“They’re good. And don’t be so degrading. Girls shouldn’t be valued based on how they look.”

Luke met her eyes with a judgy look, laughing softly.

“Relax, sweetheart. I wasn’t insulting you. You’re as sexy as ever.”

He trailed a hand up her leg lightly, causing her to tilt her head back with her eyes closed as he reached the hem of her skirt.

“Luke.” He took his hand back and smirked.

“Finley.”

Looking around them, and checking the scoreboard, Finley grabbed his shoulder.

“Where’s your car?”

Luke raised his eyebrows, but helped her stand up.

“Seriously? Okay, whatever. This way.”

He wrapped an arm around her waist and helped her towards the school, waving at the coach and a few of the cheerleaders.

“We’re going to get more ice for her foot, we’ll be back in a bit.”

They hardly noticed, waving them off without a second thought. As soon as they were in the school, Luke had Finley up against the lockers, his hand going straight between her legs and stroking her through her shorts. Finley gasped as his lips found hers, desperate and forceful, searching for more. She wrapped her arms around his neck and moaned into his mouth, tilting her head back as he moved his mouth down her neck, biting and sucking gently at the fair skin. Finley groaned and pushed him off her, starting to limp down the corridor. Luke followed her, wrapping a hand around her throat from behind, and slamming her up against the lockers.

“Don’t fucking move. I’m not done.”

His hand returned to her core, the gentle movements of his fingers torturous, even through the material of her shorts. He chuckled when she moaned, and held her throat tighter, watching the skin around his rings turn white as the cool metal bit into her skin.

“This is fun.”

His voice was low and husky in her ear, the sensation of his breath on her skin causing the hair on the back of her neck to stand up, and sending a shiver down her spine.

“Car. Now. Please.”

Luke smirked and let her go, resting one hand on her waist as they walked along the corridor, their pace quick and determined. When they reached the battered red truck, Luke unlocked it and pulled the seat forward, helping Finley climb in, and clambering in after her. Her hands were on him as soon as he sat down, straddling his lap and pushing his jacket off his shoulders as she connected their lips again. Luke smirked into the kiss, sliding his tongue along her lower lip, and deepening the kiss when she moaned.

“You’re so needy. I love it.”

Finley rolled her eyes, and sat up.

“Stop talking. Seriously. It makes you like, way less attractive.”

Luke rubbed his hands up and down her sides, his eyes growing dark as he admired her.

“So you think I’m attractive? Good to know.”

Finley groaned and rolled her hips into his, desperate for some kind of relief, but also wanting to distract him.

“We’ve been doing this too long for your dumb jokes, Lucas. Hurry up.”

Luke snickered and put his hand on the back of her neck, dragging her down to his lips again.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.”

They continued making out in the back of Luke’s truck, only breaking apart for Luke to pull his shirt off, before starting again, the heat of the kiss gradually increasing. Their teeth were clashing, tongues sliding against one another, nipping at each others lips. It was impossible to tell where Luke ended and Finley begun. Luke’s hands moved to the hem of Finley’s cheer top, sliding it up and over her head, releasing her ponytail at the same time.

“That bow’s so fucking stupid.”

Finley rolled her eyes and pressed their bare chests together, moaning at the warm contact. Luke’s hands moved to her hips, throwing his head back against the seats as she ground down on him.

“Fuck, Fin. Get that off.”

He tugged on the waistband of her skirt, and she smirked, moving off him to slip it down her legs, leaving her in just her underwear. She straddled him once more and moved her hands to his belt, while he kissed her chest, leaving marks along her collarbones, making sure they’d be concealed by her clothes. Finley was struggling with his fly, when she tilted her head back, distracted by the feeling of Luke’s mouth on her nipple, his tongue flicking over it while his other hand kneaded her breast. He looked up and met her eyes, his pupils dilated and eyes hungry. The smirk that he adorned when he noticed how turned on she was made everything worse, and Finley returned her attention to his fly, pulling it down and groaning with relief.

“God, I hate jeans.”

Luke grinned and shuffled down, letting his jeans rest around his ankles before pulling her into his chest, slipping his hand between her legs as he kissed her.

“Shit you’re wet.”

He moved his hand from her, and stroked himself, pulling her towards him. Finley hesitated, rubbing his bottom lip with her thumb.

“Do you have-”

Luke groaned impatiently and reached for his jacket, sitting on the seat beside him. Finley snatched the wrapper from him, tearing it with her teeth, and rolling her eyes at the look on his face. One of his hands was trailing up and down her bare spine, the other gripping her hip so tightly she was sure it would bruise. It would, she knew that. He was bad for leaving bruises on her- but she loved it.

He jumped as she wrapped a hand around his cock, sliding the condom over it, before returning her hands to his hair, pulling their lips back together. Luke lifted her up slightly, groaning as she sunk down onto him slowly, letting out her own delicious moans at the feeling of him inside her. She rested her head on his shoulder for a moment, before rolling her hips into him, and letting out a high pitched gasp. Luke’s own groan was desperate, and he silently pleaded with her, his hands gripping at her ass. She gave a slight nod, and he moaned with relief, bucking his hips into her once, and grinning as she threw her head back with the pleasure, her mouth open and hair framing her face.

She was breathtaking, and Luke brought his lips to her neck, biting at the spots he knew would drive her crazy, while he picked up a steady pace, pushing her ass down onto him as she rocked her hips in time with his thrusts. Finley pulled at his hair, her eyes closed in bliss, cheeks pink and lips red, bruised from his constant attacks on them. Luke’s thrusts were getting faster, and less careful, and Finley could already feel the familiar knot in her stomach forming, heat pooling in her lower abdomen.

“Fin-”

Finley leaned forward, resting their foreheads together.

“Yeah, I’m with you.”

One of Luke’s hands made it’s way up to her hair, yanking her head back as he sucked on the sensitive skin below her collarbone. He let her go, grinning at the weak look she gave him. In that moment, he knew she’d do anything for him. But he was getting dangerously close to the edge, and Luke wasn’t one to leave a lady hanging, so he brought his hand down in between them, his thumb circling her clit gently. She moaned desperately and fell forward, her breathy moans echoing through Luke’s head as she sucked on his earlobe.

“Fuck-”

Luke groaned and bit down on her shoulder as he came, feeling Finley’s walls clench around him as she followed right after him. Chests heaving and skin flushed, they stayed like that for a few minutes, Luke’s hand drawing circles on Finley’s bare skin. She closed her eyes, basking in the afterglow of their quickie, breathing in Luke’s distinctive scent. Her mind drifted to all of the Sunday afternoons she’d spent wrapped in his strong arms, and she heard a question nagging in the back of her mind. Why did she always feel so safe with him?

“We should probably get back.”

He nodded at her soft voice in his ear, and groaned quietly as she lifted herself off of his lap, watching as she collapsed onto the seat beside him and reached for her clothes. Luke pulled off the condom and dropped it into a bag of trash, before dragging his jeans back up his legs, and fastening his belt. They were good at dressing themselves quickly- They’d started sneaking around when they were 16, and now nearly 2 years and lots of quickies later- it was like second nature to them both. However, Luke thought to himself, it had been a while since Finley had dragged him away from a public setting like that. In fact, it had been a while since they’d met up anywhere other than his house on Sundays.

They’d stuck to a very strict schedule throughout their senior year, with Finley being terrified of getting caught and only wanting to see him at weekends. He couldn’t help but wonder why she’d dragged him off. It wasn’t like her at all- she hadn’t done it since summer after junior year, when they’d spent the majority of afternoons either in his truck, or in the back of empty movie theaters. She couldn’t get enough of him that summer. But then when they’d gone back to school, it had been back to once a week, no eye contact in the corridors, treating him like he was scum.

Luke pulled his shirt over his head and watched as she climbed over him, jumping out of the truck, and checking her ponytail one last time in the wing mirror before running across the car park. She stopped a few meters later, and turned back, waving awkwardly. Luke rolled his eyes and waved back, before switching to the front seat. Looked like her ankle was just fine now.

Finley went for milkshakes with Scott after the game, some of her cheer friends and his lacrosse buddies tagging along for the ride. She’d gone to the bathroom before going back to the field, doing a quick once over herself to check there were no visible reminders of her encounter with Luke. On Sundays he tended to be a bit more careful, making sure only to mark her in places that her uniform would cover, but clearly the backseat of his truck, in the dark, meant the same rules did not apply. Just above the collar of her cheer top, a trail of deep purple marks were clearly scattered across her collarbones, and so she had to run to her locker and pull on one of Scott’s hoodies, before legging it out onto the field for the final 5 minutes.

Scott scored three goals in the time she watched for, and when he came running up to her afterwards, he’d scooped her up and spun her round, kissing her for the entire field to watch. Finley had been semi-grateful for that. While it made her stomach churn and her mind race with guilty thoughts, it also explained her flushed appearance and slightly messed up hair. But as they were getting milkshakes, Finley found her mind drifting further and further away from the homecoming dress choices that her friends were discussing, and not even Scott’s hand on her hip could keep her focused on what she needed to be thinking about. Which was definitely not the dark-haired guitarist who constantly reminded her she’d never get enough of him.

In fact, said guitarist was sitting in his studio with his bandmates, poring over a chord progression he’d had written for weeks.

“I just can’t work out what lyrics will go, you know? I don’t have anywhere to pull them from right now.”

Luke shrugged at his bandmates, who sighed hopelessly. They’d all hoped to have something new for the dance, something that would show the senior class of ‘95 that Sunset Curve were the band to watch. But Luke had nothing. He was content. He had great friends, the band was doing well, and besides the occasional fall out with his parents, nothing was too difficult at home either. Not to mention he was regularly fucking the hottest girl at school.

“Dude, you need to work out something. Otherwise we’re gonna have to turn to Reggie. And we really can’t do that.”

Luke groaned and threw his pencil across the room. He never thought he’d be asking for something to go wrong in his life.

“I’ll have it by Friday, don’t worry. I’ll work something out.”

Alex sighed with relief and clapped him on the shoulder, before heading over to his drums and taking his seat, flipping his hair off his face.

“Until then, let’s practice what we do got. Ready?”

Luke nodded and grabbed his guitar, pushing all thoughts of new songs to the back of his mind. He’d find inspiration at some point, he was sure.

After yet another long winded argument with her parents about college, Finley climbed behind the wheel of her car and groaned. They were adamant she’d be going to Stanford or USC- and while she had the grades, that’s not where Finley wanted to be. She loved LA, and she loved California, there was no doubt about it. Waking up to the sun every morning, and always being within driving distance of the beach was a definite plus- but her heart was set on Boston.

They’d visited the city last summer, to spend time with family, and Finley had fallen in love. She adored everything about it. It was busy and beautiful, the buildings historic, the people friendly. Not to mention it’s top rated universities. You’d think that having two parents with PHDs would mean being pushed towards Harvard- but not in her case. They were adamant she was to stay on the west coast, within a couple hours drive of them. They were unmoving on the topic, unwilling to listen to Finley’s reasoning, or even her aunts’ arguments, who had both phoned and fought her corner over the past few weeks.

She pulled up on Luke’s street, parking a few houses down just in case someone they knew should walk past and recognise her car, before walking up to the bungalow, taking a moment to check Mitch’s car was gone. Satisfied, she unlocked the back gate and made her way round to the garden, where unsurprisingly, Luke was sitting, strumming away on his guitar with a worried expression.

“Hey Patterson. What you up to?”

Luke looked up at her voice, and the worried expression fell away as he set down his guitar.

“Nothing much. Trying to work out some new stuff for the dance. How you doing?”

Finley shrugged, dropping into the seat next to him and chucking her keys on the table in between them.

“As good as I can be.”

Luke frowned and examined her face. There were tired circles under her eyes, and she looked drained.

“Fin, you good?”

She glanced up at him and noticed his eyes trained on her.

“Yeah, of course. Just the parents being dicks as always.”

He leant forward in his chair and rested his elbows on his knees.

“Want to talk about it?”

She shrugged again, frowning and fiddling with the fraying hems of her shorts. Luke would understand, she told herself. Emily and Mitch have been discouraging him from the band from day one, he knows how it felt to have your dreams sat on by your parents. The thoughts in her head encouraged her to open up, and try as she might, she couldn’t disagree with them.

“College stuff. I want to go to Boston, they want me to stay in Cali. It’s just... I dunno. They don’t get it.”

Luke nodded and leaned back, looking into the leaves of the large oak tree that sat in his back garden, casting shade over most of the little house. Finley felt herself relax, and started to spill her guts, sick of being alone with her thinking.

“I love Boston. I love the city, the people, the schools. It’s Harvard, god dammit, how can I turn that down? And my little cousins, I never get to see them, but I want to watch them grow up so badly. It’s just all so unfair. They want me to do what they want me to do, not what I want me to do.”

She groaned in frustration and let her hair out of its ponytail, toying with the scrunchie in her hands.

“Parents are like that. I think a lot of the time they try and live vicariously through their kids, you know?” Finley raised her eyebrows at Luke, a light smirk appearing.

“Woah, that’s a big word Patterson. Careful, people might think you’re smart.”

He rolled his eyes at her, and chuckled slightly, running a hand through his hair. Finley noticed the way the muscles in his arms moved when he did so, and bit her lip slightly.

“You know what I mean. Your parents always regretted leaving the move to LA so late. They wanted to grow up here and go to school here, but they didn’t get the chance to, so they’re trying to get you to do it. It makes sense. It sucks, but it makes sense.”

Finley nodded slightly, continuing to pick at her shorts. She sometimes forgot that Luke had been her best friend before all this. They’d become best friends when she moved to Los Angeles, on her first day at Los Feliz middle school. Both of them had been put into the performing arts programme immediately, her for dancing, and him for singing. He’d picked up a guitar on their first day, and had fallen in love with it instantly. She still remembered the look of awe on his face as he strummed the strings awkwardly. Finley smiled at the memory and stretched her arms above her head, shaking all negative thoughts from her mind.

“So, what’s worst with you then?” Luke groaned and glared at his guitar.

“The boys want a new song for Friday. Something that really makes Sunset Curve stick in everyone’s minds. But I got nothing to write about. No inspiration. Nothing. Nada. Zilch.”

He flopped against the back of his seat as he finished speaking, holding a hand over his eyes dramatically. Finley smirked and stood up, beginning to stroll towards the house, slipping her shoes off as she reached the back door. Luke watched her go through his fingers, raising his eyebrows at her as she stopped and looked back at him.

“Well do you want me to give you something to write about or not? Get over here.”

Luke grinned and jumped up, chasing after her as she ran into the corridor and up the stairs, only making it to the landing before he caught her round the waist and she started shrieking. He picked her up and spun her round, pushing her up against the wall gently. Both were panting through their smiles, a pretty blush dusted over Finley’s cheeks. She grinned down at Luke, reaching a hand up to run it through his hair, and cupping his cheek gently. He leaned into her touch, his eyes fluttering closed as he felt his heart rate slow slightly. They lived for their Sundays together, when they could forget about everything and everyone, and just be exactly who they wanted to be. It was going to be weird when she left for college, he thought.

I’m going to lose him forever, she remembered.

Her thumb stilled against his cheek, and Luke opened his eyes, finding her bright blue irises darkened with lust, and heavy with want. He didn’t get a chance to notice the traces of fear in them before she crashed their lips together. Her hands slipped around his neck to pull at his hair, and he let his hands wander underneath her, pulling her off the wall and stumbling towards his bedroom. He kicked the door open, pulling away from her for a moment as he avoided his dresser, dropping her on the bed.

“Get your clothes off. Now.”

Finley grinned and obliged, tossing her shorts and t-shirt in a heap next to his bed. Luke unbuckled his belt, and pulled his shirt over his head, dropping it on top of her clothes, before climbing over the top of her, and rejoining their lips. Hands automatically moving to his hair, Finley tugged softly as she parted her lips and let him explore her mouth with his tongue. He rolled his hips into her gently, smirking against her mouth as she whined and bucked towards him, desperate for more contact.

“Easy tiger, we’ve got all day, remember?”

Finley bit his bottom lip in response, dragging him back down to her and hooking her legs around his waist, pushing his jeans down with her feet. She raked her nails along his back, feeling a shiver run down her spine as he groaned in her ear, and gasped when he pressed his hips into her, feeling his cock pressed against her stomach through his boxers.

“Stop teasing.”

He snorted and rocked his hips into her again, watching her face carefully as her eyes rolled back in her head.

“But it’s so fun.”

His voice came out as a whisper, laced with teasing and a hint of feigned innocence. Finley let out an exasperated sigh, and lifted her head to meet his lips, kissing him with a new fire. Luke gave in, and drifted a hand down in between them, stroking her through the material of her underwear. He circled her clit through the soft cotton with his thumb, smirking at the pained gasp she let out at the sudden contact.

“Luke.”

He rolled his eyes, but decided to be nice, pushing the material to one side and slipping a finger inside, shortly joined by a second one. The moans that tumbled from her lips as he moved his fingers inside her were delicious, and went straight to his cock. He curled them against her expertly, drawing out desperate sighs and moans as he hit all of the spots he’d memorised so long ago.

Finley writhed on the bed beneath him, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Luke breathed heavily through his nose, searching desperately for some restraint as he watched her arch into him continuously, the most incredible noises leaving her lips.

“Luke, I need you. Please.” He groaned loudly and nodded, gripping her hip with strong fingers. He smirked at the deep red marks left behind, knowing it would take a few days for the evidence of him to leave her body.

Luke smacked her thigh gently, pulling his boxers down his thighs. She looked up at him expectantly, desperation radiating off her face.

“Turn round.” Finley’s eyes lit up as she realised what he meant, and she shuffled around on his bed until she was on her knees, the warmth of his skin heating the back of her thighs. It disappeared for a moment, and she frowned, but was soon panting ecstatically as his tongue drew pictures over her slit. She felt his thumb rubbing at her clit and moaned, burying her face in his pillows. Almost as soon as her skin hit the soft cotton, her head was yanked up by her hair, sparks flying down her spine and straight to her clit.

“Uh uh. Let me hear you. Let me hear how good I make you feel.” Finley whimpered and arched her back as far as she could- which being a dancer, was fairly impressive. Luke watched with appreciative eyes, his hands massaging her ass. He smacked it gently, smirking at the moan she let out as their skin connected.

“You ready?” Finley groaned and shook her hips slightly, Luke chuckling as her ass jiggled impatiently.

“Take that as a yes.” Luke put a hand on his cock, stroking it a few times as he stared at Finley spread out in front of him. He knew he was the only one to have seen her like this; panting and moaning for him desperately, her pussy dripping with excitement. Her usually perfect blonde hair was splayed across his bed, messy and tousled from his relentless grabbing. He guided the head of his cock to her entrance, grimacing as she let out a high-pitched moan at the feeling of him entering her. She couldn’t sing, he knew that- but by god, the noises that came out of her were beautiful.

Bottoming out, Luke took a deep breath as he focused on Finley’s back. Toned and perfect, he couldn’t help but run a hand down her spine lightly, smiling at her appreciative moan. It took only a moment before she was pushing back against him, begging him to move. He obliged, slamming into her harshly as their moans filled the room around them.

“Fuck baby. You feel good today.” Finley moaned in response, meeting him thrust for thrust. Her arms were stretched out in front of her, gripping his bedsheets tightly. She looked completely wanton, her mouth open and gasping, fists clenching at the sheets with every move Luke made.

“Harder, Luke, please.” Luke grinned and put both of his hands on her hips, steadying her as he thrust into her at a bruising pace, his own chest tightening as he watched his cock disappear inside her over and over again.

“Shit Luke, just like that. Fucking hell, I’m so close. Shit, shit, shit.” “Who knew you had such a dirty mouth on you?” Finley looked back at him with dangerous eyes, trying hard to keep her cool as Luke continued his pace.

“You have no idea how dirty my mouth is.” He smirked and grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking it harshly. She whimpered, but the way her mouth fell open told her he loved it.

“I do. But why don’t you give me a reminder?” Luke let go of her hair and let her fall back into the pillows, slamming into her a few more times before pulling out and flipping her over. She crawled up the bed as quickly as she could, lying on her front and taking Luke’s cock in her mouth. Her tongue circled his tip expertly and he grabbed her hair, pushing her head as much as he dared. She took it like a champ, deep throating him through moans as her hips ground against the bed. Luke started panting himself, feeling his balls tighten as the ridiculously sexy girl continued to suck him off, her moans getting more intense as he got closer to coming.

“Just like that Fin. God you’re so good. Keep going. Love that pretty little mouth of yours.”

Finley moaned around his cock, and Luke groaned, resisting the urge to ram his cock right down her throat and come right there and then. Alas, his efforts were useless, and he fisted her hair desperately as he felt himself explode.

“I’m cumming. Jesus fuck, Fin. Don’t stop.”

He groaned loudly as his load flooded her mouth, her instant swallowing not going amiss. She continued to suck him gently for a few moments, before letting him slip out of her mouth, grinning up at him. He panted and dropped onto his heels, staring at her in wonder.

“Okay, yeah, reminder needed.” Finley tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear, smiling shyly as she looked up at him. Luke’s hand cupped her face, his thumb swiping over her lips gently. His eyes were dark and wild, cheeks a shade of red that only Finley could cause.

With only a few hours until Luke’s parents would be home, Finley shuffled back up the bed, spreading her legs with a devilish smile. Her hands dipped in between them, soft moans leaving her lips as she played with herself, on full display for Luke’s eyes. He groaned and fell on top of her, connecting their lips in a hurried kiss, his hands wandering over every inch of skin he could reach.

He wasn’t about to let their Sunday go to waste.

“Have you picked it up from the tailors yet?”

Finley nodded at Sasha, grinning like an idiot. They’d been discussing the upcoming homecoming dance for the past 3 periods, ignoring everything that their teachers said. It was expected, the heads of the dance committee weren’t exactly going to be focused on school the week of their prized project.

“Have you tried it on?” Finley nodded again, pulling her phone out of her pocket and showing Sasha a photo. Sasha clapped her hands over her mouth and squealed, grimacing an apologetic smile at their teacher when he glared at her. “Scott is going to die. I just know it. That’ll be the dress, he’s going to cave. 100%.”

Finley smiled and shrugged, her eyes flicking over to where Luke was sat in the corner. As always, his eyes were trained on whatever was going on outside, his pen drumming absentmindedly on his desk. Finley wondered for the hundredth time that day whether or not he would mind her ending their Sunday arrangements. The purity ring on her ring finger had been Scott’s latest attempt at taming her, and it had been the first one that had sunk in. Scott really did love her, and saw a future with her. Despite his insistence that they couldn’t have sex until they were married, he’d given her this whole speech about commitment, and how he wanted them to be committed to each other emotionally before they were physical. In all honesty, Finley had been cringing internally the entire time, but the hopeful look on his face had been enough for her to fake this huge adorable reaction, almost crying as he slipped the ring on her finger.

The crying hadn’t been hard- she’d realised in the same moment that she really needed to grow up- which entailed not sleeping with her childhood best friend every chance she got. Scott was worth the wait, she was sure.

She waved goodbye to Sasha as they parted to go to their next classes, squealing quietly when Luke appeared against her locker, signature cocky smirk in place. She scowled at him and shooed him over slightly, swapping her books out for whatever was at the front. He watched with an amused expression, noting the multiple subjects that she definitely didn’t have that day going into her backpack.

“Something up princess?” She scowled even harder, slamming her locker shut and stalking away from him. He fell into step with her though, whistling through his teeth in the most aggravating manner.

“New addition?” Finley stopped in her tracks as she registered what Luke was talking about. The ring on her finger glinted against the lights, the fair sized diamond being hard to miss. She sniffed and nodded nonchalantly, flipping her ponytail over her shoulder.

“My boyfriend likes to spoil me.” Luke sighed and squeezed Finley’s arm, letting his finger trail down the bare skin of her bicep for a brief moment. The shiver that ran through her hadn’t gone amiss, and he smirked, taking her hand in his to examine the new jewellery.

“You engaged now? Going to be Mrs Lacrosse buff?” Finley rolled her eyes at him and snatched her hand away, ignoring the cold tone in his voice.

“It’s a purity ring.” Luke coughed loudly, spluttering as he tried to control his laughter. Doubled over in the hallway, Finley looked around desperately, horrified by the few people in the corridor who might overhear their conversation. She shoved him harshly into an empty classroom, slamming the door shut behind them.

Luke continued to laugh, running a hand through his hair as his eyes sparked dangerously.

“So what, he really believes his princess is all his?” Finley shrugged, dropping her hand to her side, out of sight. Luke stepped closer, taking in a deep breath of her perfume and groaning lightly.

“He really doesn’t know anything about you.” Finley frowned and stood up taller, trying to appear confident.

“He knows me better than anyone. He knows everything about me.” Luke nodded, eyes wide in mock sincerity.

“So he knows exactly what to do to you? Knows how to get under your skin?” He stepped closer, forcing her to take a few steps backwards until her back connected with the wall.

“He knows that if I kiss you here-” He let his lips brush over her neck, grinning as she whimpered. “That your knees will start to give?”

Finley locked her knees and did her best to hold her face in place. Luke put an arm against the wall, looking down at her with eyes she’d learned to fear. His torture eyes. Eyes that she’d seen looking up at her from between her legs as he’d forced her to the edge, over and over again, until she was begging for him to touch her, anywhere, everywhere. “He knows that if I touch you here-” His hand slipped behind her, squeezing a good handful of her ass in her shorts, a quiet moan betraying her. “That you’ll instantly look for something else?” He looked down pointedly, smirking at her hips, which had automatically moved forward, searching for him. “He knows what I do to his perfect little princess, his girl, pure and sweet, every single weekend? He knows how you beg to ride me, how you scream for my cock, how you’re ruined for anyone else?” Finley was practically drooling now, looking up at him with desperate eyes. His words were going straight to her core, a painful heat spreading throughout her abdomen.

“He knows how you look on your knees, mouth open, tongue out, begging for everything I’ve got like the beautiful little whore you are?”

His voice was menacing, quiet. Mean. Finley groaned and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her for a furious kiss. His arms stayed in place, one against the wall above her head, and the other using her ass to pull her closer, grinding their hips together. His tongue slipped into her mouth, rough and fast and furious, his kiss practically searing her skin. He broke away all of a sudden, looking at her with significantly kinder eyes.

“He has no idea, that when you walk into that gym on Friday night, it’ll be me you want on your arm. That it’ll be me taking off your dress after the dance, and it’ll be me worshipping your body for hours after he’s safely in bed asleep. He hasn’t got a clue.”

Finley looked up at him silently, thoughts swirling.

“Luke.” He smirked, eyes trailing over her body. She lifted his chin so that his eyes were on her again, but held him still as he leaned in to kiss her again.

“Luke, no. I can’t. Not anymore.” His face contorted, confusion running rife through his eyes for barely a moment. He knew this would happen eventually- but he thought it would be mid-sex, a goodbye they could finish properly.

“What?” She sighed and stepped out of his hold, wrapping her arms around herself like a safety blanket.

“We can’t do this anymore. It’s not fair on Scotty.” He scoffed and stood up straight, adjusting his jeans slightly.

“Sure. Whatever. Have a good night with Scotty. Maybe if your lucky, he’ll graze your ass by accident.” He pulled a face as he strolled out of the door, leaving Finley to watch him with a sad face, her bottom lip falling prey to her teeth. It hadn’t gone better than expected- but it also hadn’t gone worse? It was just weird. But weird was okay. They were in entirely different social circles. No-one would ever notice weirdness between them.

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“Are you sure about this?” Alex’s eyes scoured over the lyrics one more time, shooting Luke a concerned look.

Luke nodded, ruffling his hair one more time in the mirror.

They were in the bathroom by the gym, waiting for more people to arrive before they went on. Luke had been up all night, scribbling furiously in his songbook. Sleep evaded him, memories of Finley fluttering through his mind. Her laugh, the way she pulled his hair when he had his tongue in just the right place, the smell of her perfume, the way her eyes looked when she had his cock halfway down her throat. Her smile, the way her hair felt between his fingers, the rage that simmered in his chest when he saw her simpering at the dumb brute she called a boyfriend.

Reggie frowned as he read over the lyrics one more time.

“Who’s Fiona?” Luke shrugged and pushed off the sink, turning away from the mirror.

“Dunno.”

Alex rolled his eyes and nodded, tucking the paper in his back pocket. Bobby was chuckling away to himself in the corner, more excited to pick up one of the heartbroken lonely girls after the dance than for the actual performance.

“We should go set up. We’re on in less than an hour.”

Luke nodded, thrusting his hands deep in his pockets as they left the bathroom. The hallways were littered with brightly coloured balloons, blue and silver streamers hanging from the ceiling tiles.

The boys shared a look as they pushed on the double doors to the gym, Luke’s chest clenching as he took in the scenery. Finley had outdone herself this time, he realised. Fairy lights were strung from wall to wall, giving the room a homey glow that he was sure looked romantic to some people. There were tea lights in jars scattered around the edge of the room and on the various tall tables, occupied by countless girls in brightly coloured dresses and their dates.

Luke’s eyes scanned the crowd without his permission, looking for the flash of red he knew held the body he couldn’t stop thinking about. He scoffed as he realised she wasn’t here yet. Typically, she wanted to make an entrance.

“Good, boys you’re here! If you guys are ready to set up that would be great, we want to get going as soon as possible.” Sasha smiled at them brightly, eyes sliding to Bobby as she simpered. Luke nodded curtly and headed for the stage, rolling his eyes as he heard Alex complimenting her dress. Personally, he found it heinous. Pale pink and puffy, she looked like something you’d find in a grandmother’s house.

Enthralled in making the stage look perfect for their set, Luke paid no attention to the clamours and cheering that suddenly broke out in the gym, only turning when Alex kicked his shin. The drummer nodded towards the doors of the gym, and Luke felt his stomach cave in as red filled his mind.

Literally.

His mind flooded with images of that dress lying on his bedroom floor, or even better, bunched around her hips as he thrust into her. Finley stood in the doorway blushing, her arms wrapped around Scott’s big one. Luke stared and stared and stared, his eyes trailing over the red satin, appreciating every inch of her from afar. Her skin was glowing, hair falling in soft curls around her face, eyes dark with makeup. She looked like something straight out of the dreams he’d been ignoring since he was 15.

Their eyes met across the dance floor, Finley flashing him a small smile and breaking free from Scott to wave. He rolled his eyes and waved back, though he couldn’t help the slow up and down he gave her. He knew she’d see it, and he wanted her thinking of him the whole night.

He stood watching as she twirled in Scott’s arms, strumming his guitar a little too harshly as he imagined how her dress would feel under his calloused fingertips, how the heat of her skin would feel against his as they danced, how her perfume would get him drunk on her. He couldn’t deny the jealousy that flooded him as she kissed Scott softly during a slow song, turning his back to jam with Alex for a few bars.

Alex eyed his best friend carefully, sensing that something wasn’t right. He’d called Luke out on a crush he was harbouring before, but he’d never thought it was this intense. The entire dance, Luke had a face like thunder, and he played like he was never going to play again. It didn’t escape any of the boys how their frontman was constantly drawn to the same side of the stage, his eyes only leaving his guitar for moments at a time.

“Alright folks, we thought we’d take this opportunity so graciously given to us by your homecoming queen-” The room broke out in cheers and applause as Finley flushed pink and dipped her head, suddenly the picture of innocence and modesty. Luke felt his words like venom, and grimaced as he gripped the mic harder than necessary.

“-To show you some new stuff we’ve been working on.”

More cheers broke out, but Luke relaxed knowing they were for the band, rather than Finley, who was frowning slightly at the front of the crowd. Luke chuckled to himself, knowing she was in for a shock.

“You alright babe?” Finley looked up at Scott with sweet eyes, squeezing his arm gently. She’d been staring at Luke all night, catching herself admiring his arms a few too many times. He was always beautiful when he played, sweat soaking his curls and running down his forehead, fingers moving so expertly on the strings. She spent an entire song biting her lip at the sound of his hoarse voice, clamping her thighs together at her body’s automatic response to his growly singing.

As soon as Luke had announced a new song, she’d tensed considerably. He’d complained about having nothing to write about, and she could only think of one thing since then that he would write about.

The opening chords started, and Finley smiled at the rocky feel. At least it wasn’t some slow ballad.

Luke smirked down at his guitar as he played, meeting Alex’s eyes with a knowing look. Alex’s jaw went slack for a moment as he realised who was standing right in front of Luke, groaning internally as he thought about the trouble his best friend was about to get himself into.

Scotty doesn't know that Fiona and me Do it in my van every Sunday, She tells him she's in church but she doesn't go Still she's on her knees and Scotty doesn't know

Finley’s mouth dropped open as she stared up at the stage, equally infuriated and turned on at Luke’s blatant admittance. He was prancing around the stage, looking somewhat cheerful for the first time that night.

He knelt at the edge of the stage as he started the chorus, grinning at the girls reaching up and screaming at him.

Scott watched in blind ignorance, tapping his foot along with the drums.

“It’s pretty good babe, don’t you think?” Finley forced a smile, wiping her clammy hands on her dress.

“Yeah, bit rocky for my taste but it’s so good!”

Scott wrapped an arm around her waist and brought her in to his side, kissing her hair.

I can't believe he's so trusting While I'm right behind you thrusting Fiona's got him on the phone And she's trying not to moan It's a three-way call and he knows nothing, nothing

Finley clapped a hand over her mouth and tried not to let her nervous laugh escape, eyes never leaving Luke as he danced around the stage, bouncing around with the exhausting amount of energy he always seemed to have.

Luke caught Finley’s eye for the chorus once again, smirking at her expression. He could tell by the glint in her eye that she was pissed, but the knowledge he was getting to her went straight to his cock, and he nodded at her, before turning away and playing to Alex for a bit. He turned back to the crowd for the bridge, meeting Finley’s eyes as he sang.

The parkin' lot, why not? It's so cool when you're on top His front lawn in the snow Life is so hard 'cause Scotty doesn't know Scotty doesn't know

His eyes left hers momentarily as he smirked, turning to Scott instead. It was painfully obvious, and he winked at the lacrosse player before heading back to the mic, letting his eyes move between the two of them with an evil smile.

I did her on his birthday

Scott went still beside Finley, his hold on her waist loosening as he took a step sideways, face crumpled into a combination of confusion and laughter.

Finley looked up at him with a slightly fearful expression, but played it off, stroking his arm gently.

“I’m going to the ladies room, babe. I’ll be back.”

Scott nodded slowly, eyes trailing back to Luke’s as Finley disappeared from his side.

Luke watched Finley leave, letting the final chords of the song ring out for a few moments as the school went nuts. He met Alex’s eyes, which were filled with judgement, but also a hint of amusement.

“We’re gonna take a quick break folks! Enjoy the dance!”

Luke slung his guitar off of one shoulder, barely checking it was stable before running off stage and out the back door. He raced to the girls bathroom, rolling his eyes at the screams of indignation that ensued as he strolled in.

“You coming out to scream at me or what?”

Finley stormed out of a stall, eyes like thunder, and stopped right in front of him. He smirked, but quickly wished he hadn’t as her hand connected with his cheek, the slight sting spreading across his face.

“How dare you.”

Luke shrugged, eyes dropping to Finley’s lips as she trembled with rage.

“Let’s not act like I’m the one in the wrong here. I warned you you’d be coming home with me tonight.” Luke’s voice held a dangerous tone that Finley knew all too well, and she had to stop herself from clamping her thighs together, not in any hurry to give him any more reason to rile her up.

“I ended us. I told you I’m with Scotty.” Luke chuckled and took a step forward, smirking as Finley took a step back. He stalked her slowly, smile widening as her back hit the wall.

“Tell me honestly, that you’re not turned on right now.” Finley scoffed and looked away, her hands splayed against the cool tile of the wall. She couldn’t begin to think about how she was feeling.

Luke reached a hand up and grabbed her jaw, forcing her to turn back to him. His eyes were dark and round, and she felt herself thawing under his gaze. His tongue darted out and wet his lips, smirking as he caught her eyes following his movements.

“Answer me, sweetheart.”

Finley scowled and rolled her eyes, her breath catching as Luke’s eyes hardened.

“Attitude.” His voice was low and sharp, a commanding tone that almost had a whimper escaping Finley’s mouth. She bit the inside of her lip, eyes darting to the door. If she made a run for it, she might be able to convince Scotty she was just chatting to her friends.

“Luke, I’m with Scotty.”

Her voice was shaky, and held no conviction whatsoever. Luke smirked and trailed a hand down her side, squeezing her hip tightly as she whined quietly.

“Of course. So if I reach under your dress right now, you’re telling me I won’t find you soaked for me?”

Finley shuddered, nodding.

Luke nodded back, his hand slipping further down her body until it reached the slit in her dress, exposing her thigh. He trailed his fingertips along the smooth skin, chuckling when she flinched at his touch.

“Tell me to stop and I will.”

His voice was kinder, but it held weakness. He didn’t want to stop. He didn’t want her to stop him.

His hand trailed up her thigh, chest heaving as he listened to her breathing quicken. Her arm snapped up, grabbing his wrist, just as he reached the apex of her thighs. Luke sighed in defeat, ready to pull away, but groaned in surprise as she dragged his hand to her slit, letting out a moan as his fingers found her, drenched and ready for him.

“No underwear? Planning on giving Scotty a show tonight were we?”

Luke’s voice was hoarse as he thrust two fingers into her, knees buckling as she clenched around him. Finley’s arm wrapped around his neck, pulling him down to her and kissing him feverishly.

“No. Only you. Always only you.”

Luke sighed into her mouth, letting one hand snake behind her and pull her close while the other tortured her clit.

“Always so ready for me.”

She whimpered into his mouth as he sped up his fingers, thrusting into her while his thumb pressed harshly on her clit, drawing out pornographic moans from her as her hips bucked against him, searching for more.

“Tell me what you want.”

Finley whined in his arms as he pulled away, his fingers dripping with her slick. He raised them to his mouth, eyes never leaving hers as he sucked them clean. She groaned as he brought his hand to her mouth, dragging down her bottom lip, swollen from her biting.

“Tell me what you want from me, pretty girl.” His eyes searched hers desperately, pleading with her desperately to give him the answer he wanted.

“Ruin me.”

Luke groaned and dropped his hands to her waist, dragging her against him and claiming her lips. He kissed her with everything he had, his tongue forcing its way inside her mouth as he backed her against the sinks, hand dropping to his belt as her hips hit the porcelain. She moved to turn around, but he grabbed her wrist, shaking his head at her.

“Nuh uh. Want to see your face when you cum on my cock.” Finley’s knees buckled, letting him kiss her again as he freed his cock, lifting her with one arm so that she was sat on the sink. He stroked himself a few times, leaning his forehead against hers as he pushed into her. His head fell onto her shoulder as he bottomed out, a low groan vibrating across her skin. Finley whimpered and bucked her hips, begging him to move. Luke stayed still, drunk on the smell of her perfume and the feeling of her skin on his.

“You going to fuck me? Or am I sitting here for nothing?” Luke’s head snapped up, grinning at her breathless tone and flushed face. He grabbed her hips, pulling her to the edge and thrusting deeper inside her.

“Sorry princess, didn’t mean to leave you hanging.”

He grabbed her jaw with one hand, keeping her steady with the other, and started fucking into her at a furious pace, their kiss a mess of teeth and lips and tongue, each of their moans indistinguishable from the other’s. Finley’s hands found their way under his t-shirt, clawing at his back desperately as he hit every spot she needed. He broke their kiss, lips falling to her chest and freeing her tits. His tongue circled her nipple, biting down softly and groaning at the high-pitched moan that echoed around him in response. The lewd sounds of her dripping cunt taking him over and over again filled the bathroom, and he dropped his hand to her clit as he felt himself hurtling towards his finish.

“You ready sweetheart?” Finley moaned in response, tugging on his hair and trying to get impossibly closer. Luke pressed down hard on her clit, kissing her again as he felt her clench around him, her orgasm rushing through her body like lightning. She whimpered as he kept thrusting, hands clawing at his neck. Luke groaned into her mouth, biting down on her lip as he felt himself spill inside her.

They stayed there for a few moments, Luke shuddering against her as she panted desperately.

“Sh, sh, I got you. Right here baby. Always so good for me.”

Luke’s lips found her temple, pressing a kiss into her skin as she trembled in his arms.

Finley’s arms tightened around his neck as he pulled out, and he didn’t let her hold break as he did up his belt, arms coming back to hold her as soon as he was done. She was still shaking, and he could feel her heartbeat through their clothes.

“I got you. You’re fine baby. That’s my girl.”

Finley dropped her head against his chest, fighting to control her breathing. She was panicking, but Scott hadn’t even crossed her mind. The sweet words leaving his mouth, the reassurance; they confirmed what she was already terrified of.

“Your girl.”

Luke nodded against her, his head resting on her shoulder.

“Only want to be your girl.” Luke smiled and kissed her neck softly.

“Always have been, sweetheart. That was never going to change.”

Finley buried her head in his shirt, the aftershocks of her orgasm finally drifting away. She sat back slightly, looking at him with a fear stricken face. He stroked her cheek gently, smiling at her with such sincerity she could’ve cried.

“Cmon, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Finley giggled quietly and nodded, letting him help her off the sinks. He grabbed toilet paper from one of the stalls, and dropped to his knees to wipe gently at her inner thighs, pressing kisses into them as she played with his hair.

The softness was unusual for them, but it felt as natural as breathing.

He kissed her one last time, grabbing her hand as they left the bathroom. He knew they’d deal with it at some point, but he hadn’t expected to bump into Scott round the corner. He dropped Finley’s hand, shooting her a look as he stepped in front of her.

“Patterson, want to tell me what you were doing singing a song like that about my girl?”

Scott was red in the face, surrounded by his lacrosse buddies. Luke laughed and shrugged, twirling one of his rings around his finger.

“Your girl? You sure about that?” Scott scoffed and stepped towards him, muscles bulging through his button-up shirt.

“Don’t play with me. The whole school knows she’s mine.”

Luke grinned, dark and dangerous as he raised his eyebrows at the lacrosse captain.

“Oh yeah? Who’s cum is dripping out of her pretty little cunt right now then? That yours?”

Scott’s face went beet red, and Finley stifled a laugh from behind Luke, her breath catching as she caught Scott’s gaze. His eyes trailed over her, taking in her dishevelled appearance, and the marks that littered her throat.

“Oh shit, I forgot. You don’t even know what her cunt looks like, do you? Well I mean, I could tell you, but shit, it tastes so much better than it looks. Seriously dude, you’ve been missing out. Don’t know what man in his right mind wouldn-” He was cut off by Scott’s fist slamming into his jaw, throwing him backwards a few feet. Finley caught him, looking up at him with panicked eyes. Luke shook his head, giving her a weak smile with watery eyes.

Scott took one step towards them, but Luke turned back to him before he could get close to Finley, moving in front of her again.

“Nah, I don’t think so.”

Scott barked a laugh and sniffed, looking at Finley over Luke’s shoulder.

“Should’ve guessed. Always had you pegged for a whore.”

Luke rubbed his jaw one last time, and stepped forward.

“Big mistake buddy.”

Finley barely got a breath in before Luke swung, blood spurting from Scott’s nose seconds later. Luke shook out his fist, wincing at the pain in his knuckles, but grinned at Scott kneeling down, clutching his nose desperately.

“Do yourself a favour and keep my girl’s name out your mouth. God knows she’s kept yours out of hers. At least, when my cock’s inside her that is. Have a nice night.” Finley smothered a laugh with her hand, looking up at Luke in awe as he slung an arm around her shoulders, kissing her hair softly as he guided her around the lacrosse team, all fussing around Scott.

“Cmon baby. We got an afterparty to get to.” He winked at her as they pushed out the doors into the parking lot, strolling towards Luke’s truck. Alex would have his head for leaving before they could pack up the kit, but Luke’s mind was very much focused on other things. For example, getting his head between his girl’s thighs as soon as humanly possible.

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It only took me two years to finish this! (I’m so sorry if you thought I died)

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itsvae10 · 1 month

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Idk what’s a good ship name for them-

(I just been calling them Veran)

I guess I’ll try to make some things up 😭

Vera likes :

Flowers

Battles

Sour candy

Coffee (black coffee)

Vera dislikes :

Doesn’t like sweets

When her hair isn’t perfect

Doesn’t like messy rooms

Hates when her books are not in place

#pokemon #trainer kieran #pokemon kieran #rival kieran #champion kieran #pokemon violet #pokémon #my art style #the teal mask #artists on tumblr #pokémon oc #oc art tag #oc artwork #oc x canon #vera blue!#VERAN #pokémon scarlet and violet #Pokémon scarlet and violet oc

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callalillywrites · 2 months

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To Repay a Debt 1

Well, it took a full rewrite of what I had originally, but this version is a lot better than what I had originally for our PA!Reader and Ransom's first part. Reader was too meek in the original version, but she's meant to have a lot grit and spunk to deal with Ransom.

Sadly, Ransom, despite his bratty self bugging me about this story, barely appears here but he'll have more presence in the upcoming parts.

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Personal Assistant (PA)!Reader

Other characters: Harlan Thrombey, Marta Carbera, Jinx and Salem (OC pets of Reader)

Word Count: ~4000

Story Summary: Harlan requests Reader to become Ransom's personal assistant for a year to repay a long-overdue debt.

Warnings: not much yet but there's some cursing on both reader's and Ransom's part, Ransom is meant to be a softer version in this story though it'll take a bit to get him there

A/N: It’s proofread but all mistakes are my own.

I do not give permission for my work to be copied or posted on other sites or fed into an AI machine.

“Mr. Thrombey,” you began, but he stopped you with a single raised finger. You tried again. “Harlan, this is insane. You do realize that, don’t you?”

“My dear, this is a debt that’s been too long unpaid. It’s time to rectify that,” Harlan said, not unkindly. His steel blue gaze raked over you as you sat across from him, calculating and possibly a bit amused.

It would seem what you’d heard about this man’s flair for the dramatic had some basis in truth.

“I’m a dog trainer. Hell, I trained Hercule and Sherlock out there. Don’t think I’ll forget or forgive the trick you played on me with them.” You gestured to the large bay window behind Harlan to illustrate your point. The two dogs raced around the perimeter, enjoying their free time with the grounds remaining quiet for the moment. “At least, you had the grace and guts to do this face-to-face this time. Don’t think I’m not surprised, either. Was Marta too busy to do your dirty work? Besides, what makes you think I’m at all qualified to do what you’re asking?”

Harlan didn’t answer right away. His gaze fell to the top of his desk. The bushy grey brows he sported drew together until you could see several lines bunching across the bridge of his nose.

The sight of this older man and the sadness he seemed to exude in his contemplation had you almost fidgeting in your seat. It was enough that you wanted to comfort one of the last people you ever thought about comforting.

“I’m not sure there’s anyone qualified, my dear,” he said, finally breaking the silence by focusing on your last question, “but I trusted you with my highly prized dogs. I think I can trust you with this new mission. If anyone can see past his faults and help him, it’s you. Isn’t that what you do with all the so-called aggressive breeds you handle every day?”

It wasn’t lost on you that he ignored the other questions and jabs you tossed at him. You’d freely admit to wanting to needle the man for his previous cowardice. It’d taken everything in you to not toss Marta off your property when you realized who really owned Hercule and Sherlock. Betrayal and hatred had streaked through you with an electricity that lit up every one of your nerves.

The only reason you hadn’t done so had been Marta’s genuine remorsefulness. She’d broken down that day and told you everything about herself, her position as Harlan’s nurse, her mother’s less-than-legal status. The vulnerability in Marta’s voice had worked to soften you towards her. It’d been the reason you continued to work with Hercule and Sherlock until they passed your top-notch security courses.

While you wanted nothing to do with Harlan or his family, you’d made a friend in Marta that day. That friendship was the only reason you even entertained Harlan at this moment.

Which brought you back to the last thing he said.

“Aggressive, yes,” you agreed readily enough, “but they’re not all that way. Some just need the right guidance to get them back on track. Ransom’s not aggressive nor misguided from what I’ve heard. He’s something else entirely.”

Harlan had the audacity to laugh at your description. “My late wife would’ve said the same thing about me at his age. Probably still would, my dear, if I’m being honest.”

“Twenty years, Harlan.” You had to figure out a different way out of this. “Why care about the debt that’s owed now? What about Ransom’s normal behavior is scaring you enough to reach out to me of all people now?”

“I’m not a young man anymore, my dear. I turn 85 in a week’s time.” He stopped and stared at you, his steely blue gaze not sparing a single detail of your face. “I’ve grown weary of my family freeloading off my success. Of all my children and grandchildren, the one with the most potential is Ransom. He just needs the right push to get him to see that and build something for himself.”

You didn’t know what to say to that, but then, you needn’t worry.

Harlan hadn’t finished his speech. “I’ll admit I’ve spoiled and favored him the most over the years. He’s the most like me, and I think I appreciated that fact in the worst possible ways. I’ve not done him any favors, but there must be time still to fix that. That’s what I’m clinging to, my dear. That hope.”

“Harlan, I –”

He cut you off again. “I’ve given you a week to think over my proposition. A year of your life to help set my grandson straight. Use whatever methods you think necessary to achieve your ends. That’s all I’m asking. For your efforts, you’ll be provided handsomely.”

“I don’t need your money, Harlan,” you put your hand up this time and stopped him from interrupting, “nor do I want it. I have a successful company of my own. Like you, I’ve built mine from the ground up. I’m not some little mouse that will stand by and let you and yours destroy what I’ve built for some debt you want to call in twenty years too late.”

A silence descended upon the room at your admission.

Harlan’s gaze never strayed from your face, calculating as he regarded you.

You did your best not to fidget. To give this man an inkling of weakness would make you more susceptible prey to this astute predator, and that wasn’t something you were willing to give him then or ever if you could help it. The Thrombeys had deep pockets, but you refused to kowtow to the likes of them.

“If it’s not money you want, then what do you want?”

You studied him for a long moment before saying, “This debt between our families to be cancelled and cleared once and for all. I do this, and it’s never used against me again. I want your assurance that you’re not going to interfere with my business or have this scheme interfere with my day-to-day schedule should I agree. If I help Ransom, then it’s on my terms, not yours. I’ve worked too hard to have my business suffer for what will most likely amount to a lost cause.”

“Most men in my position would find your lack of desire for monetary gain suspicious,” he paused for what you could only guess was for some dramatic flair or flourish, “but you’re sincere in this, aren’t you?”

You nodded. “I am.”

“Do we have a deal then, my dear?”

His hand stretched across the desk towards you. A small but pleased smile slipped across his features, believing he’d won.

That thought rankled.

You refused to meet him in the middle.

At his questioning look, you said, “We still have some details to discuss. Only then will we maybe have a deal.”

Harlan had the nerve to send you a cheeky grin, settling back in his chair.

“I’m all ears, my dear.”

The sun had risen to midday before you finally emerged from Harlan’s downstairs office.

Marta hurried across the foyer to meet you near the front door, catching sight of you from the front parlor where she’d been waiting. She’d been adamant in her innocence of this meeting the moment you’d stepped into the house that morning.

“Is everything alright?”

You took the first real deep breath you could since coming face-to-face with Harlan. The air expanded your lungs to their absolute maximum capacity, and you let them rest that way for a full five seconds. Then, in a whoosh, you let everything go on your exhale.

Meeting Marta’s worried gaze, you couldn’t quite muster a smile, but you nodded. “Everything went about as well as I expected it to. It would seem you’ll be seeing my pretty face around here every other week for the next year.”

“You’re serious? You accepted his terms?” Marta’s eyes widened. She spared a glance at the doorway you’d come from before turning back to you.

You nodded again. “With a few necessary amendments, I did. Not sure what good it’ll do, but he’s adamant I at least try.”

“You have doubts?”

That pulled an exasperated huff from you. “Doubts? Yeah, I have doubts. I could fill the bloody Grand Canyon with my doubts about this cockamamy scheme of his. But, a debt’s a debt. It’s gotta be paid somehow, and it looks like this is the only way Harlan will accept its repayment.”

Marta twisted her fingers in front of her. A guilty expression briefly flitted over her face. “I feel like this is my fault. It was me that put the idea of him changing his will away from his ungrateful family that started all this. I never meant to involve you.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt you for a minute. You have other things to be concerned with, and I don’t want to you to worry about me, either.” You straightened your shoulders as you glanced around the bizarre décor of the foyer, having no doubt the eccentricity enveloped the entire mansion. “I can take care of myself. If I can handle the world’s most psychotic Chihuahua, then I can handle the likes of Ransom Drysdale.”

You shot her a playful wink and a grin at the giggle she let out.

The two of you spoke a few more minutes before you finally excused yourself.

With the day growing ever later, you needed to head home and gather up what you needed for the next year of your life. While you knew you wouldn’t fit everything in your mid-sized sedan, you could at least bring over some essentials.

Ransom’s credit card, also yours to use freely according to Harlan, would help pay for a U-Haul to bring the rest in a few days to Ransom’s home, now your new home.

That had been one stipulation that Harlan hadn’t backed down on.

“How else will you be able to keep a constant eye on him and keep him on the straight and narrow as they say if you’re not living in his home?” he’d asked.

There’d been no hint at the possible notion of impropriety that some of his generation might’ve considered for such an arrangement. After all, neither you nor Ransom were married, and you had a feeling neither of you had an interest in such an arrangement. At least, that hadn’t been one of Harlan’s demands though you didn’t put it past the old coot to consider it.

Marta called after you from the front porch, “Give Salem and Jinx a good scritch from me?”

“Oh, they’ll demand it with how long I’ve been away from them,” you shouted back, waving as you slipped into the driver’s seat of your car.

At least, their accompanying you to Ransom’s home had been something Harlan readily agreed to. How Ransom would react to having pets in his home remained to be seen, but you didn’t frankly care. Jinx and Salem were the only family you had left. An accident in your youth had seen to that. They’d been the final nail to gain your agreement to this insane proposition in the first place.

Lunch-hour traffic didn’t bother you as much as it normally would have. Other things occupied your mind. They kept you busy while you wound your way through the heart of the city. Harlan’s grand mansion on the opposite side of town far out of your rearview by then. Your thoughts didn’t really slow until you pulled into your reserved space in front of your condo.

Taking a moment, you admired the place you’d busted your ass to purchase three years ago. In those three years, you’d taken great pains to decorate it exactly to your preferences and those of your two mischief makers. It would be a lot to give up for the next year, but you told yourself it would only be for a year.

12 months. 52 weeks. 365 days. 8,760 hours. 525,600 minutes.

You could last that long, couldn’t you?

You could figure out what makes Ransom tick. Figure out how to use that to your advantage like you did with your four-legged clients. Make him into the acceptable version of himself for Harlan’s sake and health. Ransom’s inheritance certainly counted on your success. That was a lot of pressure to be placed on your shoulders. Would Ransom resent you if he failed? Would he even try working with you or fight you every step of the way?

Two pairs of glowing eyes peered out the large front window of your condo. One set happy to see you’ve returned. The other beyond grumpy for being left behind. You couldn’t and wouldn’t ask them to change for anything.

The safety of your furniture hastened your exit from your car. Making the grump wait longer than he wanted brought out his avenging nature. He wielded that power with great superiority and cleverness that always left you shaking your head while cleaning up the mess. In a word, asshole. Lovable though he was, he kept you constantly on-alert to his moods and needs.

Right now, he wanted attention, then treats to repay your prolonged absence.

Nothing better dare get in the way of that.

Both your grump and his happy companion met you at the front door.

“Ah, there are my sweet babes. Give me a sec, and I’ll get your treats, sourpuss,” you said, laughing at your grump cat who’d taken to headbutting and rubbing against your leg. “I know I was gone so long, but I promise I’m not going anywhere without you again today.”

You draped your jacket across the back of a dining chair, then set your purse in the seat. It was nice to come back to comfortable surroundings after being in the likes of the Thrombey estate. Sure, it was practically a historical landmark with its age and Harlan’s notoriety. That didn’t mean you felt all that welcome within its walls.

Walking into your kitchen, you opened the cabinet where you kept their food and treats. “In fact, my lovelies, it seems we’ll be moving to a temporary new home for the next year.”

Both cats sat at your feet, their tails swishing behind them. Neither seemed concerned with the news she’d given them. Blue eyes followed her every movement. Little tongues peeked out and caught on their sharp canines.

Holding out their treats in separate hands, you bent down and did your best not to chuckle at their opposite reactions. One bounced toward your hand but stopped just short to gently take the treat between their teeth. The other leaned forward and sniffed at the treat, giving it a hard stare before swiping it from your hand with a paw.

“Salem,” you chided, “must you do that every time? You know what your treats are by now, you grumpy Gus.”

Salem, your black cat mix, merely stared back at you. He’d never been impressed with your gentle reprimands. He knew he was a good cat, and he made no bones about being persnickety when his mood shifted now and then.

Rolling your eyes, you reached out and gave him a quick scritch under the chin before turning your attention to your calico, Jinx. “How’s my favorite klutz? Did you have fun while I was gone? I’m sure you kept Salem on his toes, didn’t you, sweet boy?”

Jinx, happy at the attention, leaned into your hand, rubbing his head all over your fingers until you let out another giggle.

With their treats handed out, you pushed to your feet and turned toward the sink to wash your hands. “All right, my sweeties, we need to get going. Lots to pack up before we head to our new home in a couple of hours. Harlan was quite insistent we get settled in tonight with at least a few things.”

You couldn’t imagine what Ransom could do in one night that had made Harlan so adamant. Sure, the tabloids loved to plaster one of Boston’s biggest playboys on their front covers. It was truly a slow week for them if Ransom or one of his friends wasn’t their main story, adding what you could only hope was salacious gossip.

Not that you read the stories yourself, but you’d heard enough about Ransom’s antics from your two trusted employees. They lived for all the gossip about celebrities, and Ransom fell square in that category. You could never bring yourself to demand they stop mentioning him or his friends around you. That would invite questions you had no intention of ever answering. The past was the past, and nothing could change what happened.

Yet, that moment had come back to bite you in the ass.

With nothing left to do but pack, you shoved thoughts of Ransom aside for the time being. You were sure a confrontation would be inevitable, but that was a problem for your future self, not your present one. Your present self had enough to do with getting what you needed until the weekend packed up, and that included your two furry shadows.

The large house surrounded by woods shouldn’t have surprised you from what’d you learned of Ransom and his spending habits. Yet, you hadn’t really pictured him with a house made up of so many floor-to-ceiling windows. The amount of natural lighting and the lack of privacy tinting also had you scratching your head. It was almost like Ransom had nothing to hide based on the house he’d chosen to live in.

That or he had a major exhibition kink you had no interest in considering or discovering.

You fought the urge to pull out your cell phone and dial Marta’s number, demanding another conversation with Harlan. No way were you interested in living in a house like this. The more you inspected the house, the less you could see anything resembling bedrooms. Despite the glass walls, the bedrooms did seem to contain their own forms of privacy.

A loud howl broke through your thoughts.

Salem’s claws caught and scratched across the thick mess of his carrier.

“Alright, alright, we’re going,” you said, placating your grump.

As you moved from the driver’s seat, you noted the lack of lights on in the house or another car parked in the small drive. If there was a garage on the property, you didn’t see it right away.

Maybe luck was on your side.

As much as the confrontation with Ransom would be coming, you had no interest in having it while trying to settle Jinx and Salem in their new surroundings. It would be enough to get them calm before Ransom showed up. Harlan hadn’t been all that sure when Ransom would be home that evening. That could explain why Harlan had stubbornly insisted on you moving in tonight over another.

Salem continued his grumbling while you picked up their carriers from your back seat. They grew an octave as you covered the distance between your car and Ransom’s front door. His loudest setting neared its peak when you slid the key Harlan gave you into the lock.

“Sweets, you’ve gotta stop that. What will our new roommate think of such behavior? This is his house, so you better behave yourself. We understand each other, Salem?” Your voice remained soft despite your reprimands.

To his credit, Salem calmed once you set his carrier down in the foyer. His eyes scanned their new surroundings with a disinterest that you knew was less than genuine. Like Jinx, Salem had a curiosity that demanded satisfaction at its earliest convenience. It wouldn’t take long for him or Jinx to find their spots and claim them. Whether Ransom approved or not was not something that concerned either of them or you for that matter.

“Let’s find our room, then I’ll let you out.”

Jinx chittered at that, eager to get out of his carrier to explore.

The layout, you had to admit, took a bit of getting used to. The open floor plan for the living room, dining room, and kitchen didn’t yield many clues to where the bedrooms were. It was sheer luck that you spotted another hall of the dining room where the two extra bedrooms were. At least, Harlan had given you that much information. The house, with all its space, sported three bedrooms and two baths. Ransom’s room was the entire upper floor above the living room and kitchen. You had no intention of stepping foot in that room unless you had to.

Of the two rooms, you chose the one with a sliding glass door leading to a small deck area. Coverings provided all the privacy you wanted at night. But, they left you the availability to open them so Jinx (and occasionally Salem) could sunbathe in your room, out of the way.

Setting their carriers on the bed, you opened Salem’s first, then Jinx’s who’d been the most patient. While Salem shook out his fur before bounding off the bed, Jinx merely stretched himself before headbutting you for some attention. Once satisfied, he dropped to the floor in front of the sliding glass door and rolled in the bit of late evening sun filtering through.

Smiling at Jinx, you glanced around for Salem.

The door of your room stood cracked open.

“Oh, you little stink. Wait until I find you,” you muttered beneath your breath.

Despite your threat, you decided to gather your luggage and haul it inside before searching for Salem’s delinquent self. If all else failed, shaking his favorite bag of treats would send him running to you.

Or so you thought.

It hadn’t taken long to bring the few suitcases you’d brought with you into the house, then your room. Even less time to locate the treat bag you tucked inside your purse.

Yet every shake you gave it was met with silence besides Jinx’s happy chirping for said treats.

“Where did you go?” You let out a huff and set the treats down on the kitchen counter.

Picking up Jinx, you moved around the house, searching every nook and cranny Salem could possibly find interesting. No room on the main floor was spared your thorough check until you were left with two choices. The stairs leading down near your bedroom or the stairs behind the large fireplace in the living room. The same stairs that led to Ransom’s bedroom suite.

“He wouldn’t, would he?” you asked Jinx.

Jinx meowed back as if to say he didn’t know.

With little choice, you squared your shoulders and traveled back to the living room and the stairs leading upstairs. “Well, let’s get this over with.”

Much to your chagrin, Salem was in Ransom’s room.

More than that, Salem was lying, content and purring, on the pillows of Ransom’s bed. The same pillows next to the table with all of Ransom’s things. Salem had purposely chosen the ones that most certainly contained Ransom’s scent.

You hurried across the room and picked up your rotten cat, ready to admonish him in the safety of your room downstairs.

At least, that was your intent.

A large wall of a man blocked your path. A large wall of a man with blazing blue eyes and a pissed off frown.

“Who the hell are you? And how the fuck did you get into my house?”

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Series Masterlist / Main Masterlist

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Various bllk boys x nursing/medical (student? Trainee?) Reader!!?!

Where it’s just nurse/physiotherapy student or trainer reader who works as a blue lock staff for the boys? Daily checkups, meal planning, physical therapy (WITH CHIGIRI HEHEHEH) and all that medical ass shit since yk… the boys are locked away in a football prison and their health is the utmost priority for their performance

So basically a mom friend who is a medical expert and helps to evaluate the physical and mental state of the players, helps them by providing them with any medications and regular medical check up to make sure everyone is in the best shape and form (of course there will be other staff members too, so I’ll also make OC profiles ig?)

Maybe there will be a love interest (ILOVESHIDOU) who knows, depending on the flow/plot of the story….

Please don’t steal my idea anyone 😭😭 I’ll write this as soon as I start watching blue lock

#anime #blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #shidou x reader #isagi x reader #bachira x reader #rin itoshi x reader #sae itoshi x reader #chigiri hyoma x reader #shidou ryusei x reader #bllk fanfic #nagi x reader #reo x reader #and all the other boys but I’m too lazy to tag them #kunigami x reader #kaiser x reader #alexis ness x reader

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Four: This Is a Matter Of Life Or Death

Charles Leclerc x Nova Teller (OC)

Till The Wheels Fall Off Masterlist

Small town meets the fast lane. What happens when two souls meet? Will it end in happiness or will they both crash and burn?

A/N: I know I disappeared off the face of the earth and the reason for that is my business went viral last week, we sold 600 f1 driver advent boxes and had around 450 orders within a couple of days 🥺 so all of my time is working on making the boxes and items for orders

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

Leaning against the headboard I couldn’t tear my gaze from the laptop screen, everything about this evening was playing on my mind. The main thing was Chibs’ words, they were ringing loud in my head, “you never know who might be in the bar tonight.”

I felt like I had been waiting an eternity for this stupid laptop to load the security camera program, all I saw on the screen was the fucking blue circle of doom. Growling in frustration, I pushed the laptop off my knees, rolling out of bed using the torch on my phone to guide me making sure I didn’t wake anyone up. There was only one thing that was going to get me through the night and that was a strong cup of black coffee and knowing my luck the laptop would take about another hour to load up.

Why couldn’t it work when I needed it to?

I could have used the app on my phone but the image would be too small for me to confirm if everything was true. Running my fingers through my messy hair I carefully navigated the dark hallway, trying to dodge the piles of laundry and trainers that were scattered about, making a mental note that the Tellers needed to get better at laundry and maybe some laundry hampers whilst we were at it.

As I made it to the kitchen, I pushed the thoughts of the housework out of my mind, I let out a sigh of relief as I switched the under cabinet light on, I had successfully made it downstairs without waking anyone.

I needed to know the truth, was Charles Leclerc in my bar or not?

Swiping Jax’s crumpled pack of smokes from the countertop I slipped outside onto the back patio, the only sound that could be heard was the crickets in the forest. In a way it was relaxing but also extremely creepy. Most days I found myself waking up before the sun. No matter how exhausted I was, I always spent an hour before I needed to start getting ready for work snuggled under a blanket on the outdoor sofa with a large mug of coffee and a pack of cigarettes.

It was the only time I didn’t have anyone asking me things or needing me to do something.

Ever since Elenor was born I had gotten used to being the glue that held everything together. Family meant everything to me so if someone needed me I was there without a second thought, even though I was never rarely alone I still found myself getting lonely if I spent too long contemplating life whilst watching the sunrise. So I tried to limit my time to only an hour a morning otherwise the voices in my head got too loud.

Placing the cigarette between my teeth I let my eyes flutter closed as I lit it, I kept telling myself I would quit but I just couldn’t bring myself to ditch the habit. There was something about stepping outside to have a smoke that calmed me down no matter the situation. Leaning against the brick wall I let out a pathetic laugh, realizing the moment I got home I automatically put on my Ferrari hoodie. If it was true, we had two formula one drivers staying in town there was no way I was going to be seen wearing team merch.

The beeping from the kitchen pulled me from my thoughts. Taking one final drag, I tossed the half-smoked cigarette into the metal pot that was kept by the back door, slipping back inside, making sure to lock up before pouring myself a large mug of black coffee.

Soon enough I found myself back on my bed, the laptop sitting on top of the duvet, my legs crossed whilst I waited for the program to load.

Finally, the damn thing opened up, the main screen of the program was staring back at me causing my heart rate to spike, this was the moment of truth as I moved the cursor over to the playback section. Taking a deep breath, I finally took the courage to get the information that would put my mind at ease. Scrolling through the day I let the footage play from the moment me and Jax left for the dirt track. I couldn’t pull my eyes from the screen as I watched the events of this evening unfold before me.

I practically felt my heart stop the moment two guys walked into the bar, the image wasn’t the best because of someone blocking the view but in my heart I knew it was them. I had spent way too many years watching them on TV as they went around the paddock, doing press conferences and interviews to not recognise them.

Pausing the footage I squeezed my eyes closed, taking a few deep breaths. Pops wasn’t losing his mind and Bobby was telling the truth. I felt like an idiot for not believing them. The room felt like it was spinning as I pressed play again, the moment I came on screen reciting the commentary I wanted the ground to open up, swallowing me whole. I had made a complete fool of myself and there he was, Charles Leclerc, watching intently as I did so.

Why the fuck didn’t Chibs tell me he was in the bar when I asked him if there was anything I should know?

I was about to slam the laptop closed when something made me pause. I felt my eyes fill with tears as I watched Charles and Pierre chat with Pops like they had been lifelong friends. I had no idea what they were talking about but seeing Pops talk with his hands, along with the large smile that was on his face caused my chest to tighten. It had been months since I saw him like this, this year's storm season had taken its toll on all of us.

Slamming the laptop closed I felt like I wanted to scream. The sound of my alarm screeching from beside me caused me to tap my phone screen, squinting at the brightness, realizing I had been up all night, completely losing track of time from replaying the security footage back for the last couple of hours. Running my hands over my face, I let out a heavy sigh knowing I needed to be at the cafe to get everything set up for opening within the next hour and a half, at least I was in the right place to keep downing coffee.

First, I needed to go strangle a certain Scottsman.

The next hour flew by and before I knew it I found myself standing on Chibs’ front porch, my fist pounding against the wooden door, not caring who I woke up.

“Filip Telford, get you fucking ass out here now!” I shouted up to the open window, which I knew was his bedroom. I didn’t stop knocking on the door until he finally appeared in front of me, wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants. I didn’t care that I had just woken him or the entire neighborhood up, I needed answers.

“You better have a good reason for not telling Charles fucking Leclerc was in my bar last night?” I snapped, pushing by him letting myself into his house.

“Nova, it is the middle of the night,” Chibs huffed, softly closing the door behind me.

“Actually, it’s four forty-five,” I said, rolling my eyes, “now quit avoiding my question.”

“Lass, this isn’t life or death!” he said with a god damn smirk, knowing it would just piss me off.

“You know damn well that to me this is a matter of life or death, I walked into the bar reciting commentary word for fucking word and you did nothing to stop me.”

“Take a breath,” he whispered, placing his hands on my shoulders, stopping me from wearing out his flooring by pacing around the kitchen. “I tried to drop hints, but you weren’t getting them. We didn’t tell you because we all knew how you would act.”

“I would have acted cool, calm and collected,” I defended, receiving nothing but a raised brow from Chibs. “Fine, okay I would have lost my shit,” I finally admitted.

“Exactly,” he laughed, taking a step back, “look Nova, the boys are staying for the summer break and I got the impression they wanted a low key get away. Somewhere they won’t get hounded as they walk the streets.”

My heart was racing as I let my fingers tangle into my hair, how was I meant to cope that there were two formula one drivers wandering around the town, let alone my favorite one, the one I had a massive crush on.

“This isn’t over, Telford!” I scolded, pushing my way past him. “I’ve gotta get to work,” reaching the front door I wrapped my fingers around the doorknob, letting out a heavy sigh, “this is gonna be a long fucking four weeks.”

I didn’t give him a chance to respond before I scurried out of the house; I was so close to freaking out it was unbelievable. I had no idea how I was going to get through the shift at the cafe, I was hoping that once I had opened up and a few of the girls had arrived, I could go home and get some sleep.

“Did you get any sleep at all last night?” Jax asked, his expression showed how concerned he was about me as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder whilst I leant against the bar.

“Nope,” I admitted quietly, shaking my head. “I was planning on face planting my bed once the girls arrived at the cafe but it’s like the universe has it out for me right now.” I sighed, resting my head against my brother’s shoulder. “The supplier fucked up the delivery, only turning up with half of my order, apparently they are saying they brought what I selected. When I know damn well I didn’t miss anything off.”

Jax let out a heavy sigh, running his spare hand over his face. He knew the issues that had been happening with our main supplier and he was just as angry as me about it, especially when they were still charging us the full amount for half an order.

“Don’t worry about the supplier, Squirt, I will deal with them,” he said with a half smile on his face. “Promise me, you will get some sleep tonight. Pops is having a good day so clock off in a couple of hours.”

I knew Jax was trying to look after me but there was no way I could dip out of working the bar early. Especially when tonight was quiz night, it was something that everyone loved. Every week the place was busy with locals wanting to take part.

“Don’t even try to protest, me and Chibs can manage. Wendy and Nero have also said they can help out with the quiz so we have plenty of people to cope,” Jax hummed, pressing a kiss against the top of my head. “The last thing I need is my little sister burning herself out to the point she collapses from exhaustion, ending up in hospital again.”

“Awwww, you do care,” I teased, wiggling out of his grasp as the first group of locals piled into the bar.

“Let’s not go shouting it to the world. I do have a reputation to keep,” Jax smirked, crouching down to grab two beers out of the fridge. “Now how are you coping with Leclerc and Gasly being in town? Chibs said he thought you were going to kill him this morning?”

“How am I coping?” I scoffed, gladly accepting the beer from Jax. “How do you think I’m fucking coping?” I said, cocking my brow at him. “That’s the reason I didn’t get any sleep last night, everyone, including yourself, thought it would be a good idea to keep it from me.”

The reaction I got from Jax was one I wasn’t expecting, the bastard started laughing. “All I’m gonna say, Squirt, is we know how much you like Charles,” he winked, nodding his head to the main entrance of the bar, “speak of the devil, he’s just walked in.”

“Lord help me!” I pleaded, running my hand over my face.

It was like the weight of the world came crashing down on me, pinning me to the floor, I couldn’t move from the spot I was standing in. All I could do was watch Charles and Pierre stroll into the bar. I flashed them both a friendly smile; it was the only movement I could do right now.

They both scanned the room and as soon as they spotted Pops sitting in his booth with Elenor they made a b-line to him, instantly sliding onto the sofas, settling in like they had known JT for years. I didn’t miss the smile that Pops had, he was practically beaming, moving my gaze to Elenor, I swear she was going to burst as she realized who had joined them in the booth. Her eyes were as wide as saucers and she was physically buzzing with excitement. However, what shocked me the most was when Pops jumped up from his seat, full of life, guiding them all towards the bar.

“Just act normal, don’t freak out,” Jax whispered in my ear, before disappearing into the kitchen. Of course the asshole would abandon ship right now, leaving me to actually speak to them. Closing my eyes I focused on the noise of the room, trying to drown out the thumping sound of my heart.

Take a deep breath, girl, you got this.

Letting my eyelids flutter open I needed to find something to distract myself, scanning the bar I noticed some empty glasses were building up, leaning down I quickly grabbed the black plastic tub busying myself with removing them from the counter.

“Charles, Pierre, I would like you to meet my beautiful daughter,” Pops grinned as he approached the bar, before crouching down to lift Elenor onto the stool.

“Hey,” I said with my best customer service smile, one I had perfected over the years “What can I get you to drink?” the fact I didn’t stumble over my words surprised me.

“Can I get a beer, please?” Elenor said in her deepest voice possible.

“When you turn 21, my little cub,” I smirked, leaning over tapping her nose causing her to giggle. “Until then it’s fruit juice for you,” I hummed, reaching over and grabbing the plastic bottle from the mini fridge on the bar top before placing it in front of her.

“So boys, what’s your poison?” I asked, moving to grab Pops’ favorite mug. I didn’t need to ask him what he wanted, it was always black coffee.

“Just two beers please ma chérie my darling,” Charles said with a smile that made me feel weak at the knees. Thank fuck I was leaning against the bar otherwise I would have been a mess on the floor.

This was gonna be a long four weeks.

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