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twt: dexingitt AO3: bloomlvr

[miasjoys]

rush (pt 3)

summary : it was only an invitation to learn about tennis, wasn't it ?

pairing : jace (wilson bethel) x fem! oc x andrew (shawn hatosy)

warnings : bit of flirting, touching and building that sexual tension

part 1 / part 2

When she woke up the next morning, she could still feel the drinks from last night. A hand raised to try and ease the tension in her head by rubbing her temple but she knew that she would definitely need some aspirin.

Her phone that was constantly buzzing didn’t help much and she cursed it before giving in and reaching for it. Most of the notifications were from Eloise, from what she could read, her friend was going insane after what she witnessed last night and clearly wanted to know more.

Just the thought of how she made out with both of them last night at a party was enough to send heat rushing through her entire body. What was she even supposed to say about that ? Apparently two very hot tennis players want me and I also want both of them ? People would definitely think that she is insane or lying. Which was pretty much understandable.

It was also pretty much a wonder how she didn’t bring them to her hotel room. But a part of her didn’t want to give them everything on a silver platter.

As she scrolled down through her notifications, she noticed that she gained two more followers on her instagram account. It was no surprise to her when she saw the names of those two new followers being Jace and Andrew. But those were definitely their private accounts.

What surprised her was the new group chat that had been created while she was asleep. Only one message was there and clearly destined for her.

Jace : Court 3. 10 AM. We will help you with your article.

One look at the clock made her notice that she was supposed to be on the court in thirty minutes. She never left the bed so quickly to rummage in her small suitcase in search of a fitting outfit.

She guessed that they would teach her a bit more about tennis, so she had to pick something in which she could sweat in. She wasn’t really into sports but she always liked some of the clothes made for it, it was her go-to when she stayed at home but felt guilty about wearing her pajamas for an entire day.

She was glad that she brought those clothes, after all she was supposed to stay-in a day at the hotel to write her first draft but that plan has just been thrown out by two athletes.

She changed into a white tank top and athletic shorts. For the make-up, she only opted for some concealer and powder to look a little less tired and because she frankly didn’t have time. She didn’t bother with the bruise on her temple that slowly started turning purple, it’s not like her make-up was magical.

She only took her phone, a bottle of water and a granola bar to eat on the way before leaving her room to head to the private practice court. After all the competition was held near the hotel her and Eloise were staying in.

She guessed that they would have to thank their manager with some tennis themed souvenirs for finding them such good accommodations for the tournament.

As she left the hotel lobby, she waved quickly at Eloise and Callum that were eating breakfast but didn’t stop. She knew that details would be asked later when she came back and her friend would probably scold her for training when she was still hungover and with no real breakfast to give her some needed energy.

Once there, she noticed that both men were already waiting and her gaze directly drifted over them due to how good they both looked.

Jace was wearing a gray compression with grey shorts and she couldn’t help but focus for a quick moment on the way the shirt hugged his strong chest. Before she could get caught staring at his chest, her eyes moved to Andrew.

He was wearing a black tank top and black shorts. This is how she found herself staring at his arms and on the freckles littering his skin. She couldn’t help but wonder how many freckles he had and where the rest of them were.

Being here was turning out to be a mistake because they both looked way too good while Kaia could only stare at them. How the hell was she supposed to learn anything while she probably wouldn’t even be able to focus on that green ball.

“You actually came,” Jace was the first one to speak to her once they noticed her entering the court. He greeted her with a quick kiss on the lip, surprising her while Andrew watched the interaction with narrowed eyes.

From what she understood when she managed to listen and not stare at them, they wanted to teach her the basics of tennis so she could understand the sport and the rules a bit more. But she guessed that it was not the only idea they had in mind.

The blond athlete chose not to care about his friend’s reaction when he decided to take the lead first. He simply stepped behind her on the baseline, his chest pressing against her back. The chest she couldn’t stop staring at. One of his hands rested on her waist to correct her position while the other hand covered hers to correct her grip on the racket.

“Looser on the index finger or you will end up breaking it if your adversary serves too hard… yeah like that,” he murmured, his lips close to her ear. The hand that rested on her waist slid down to settle on her hip, so his fingers could now rest just under the hem of her tank top and against her bare skin.

Even as she was slowly getting the hang of it, his body stayed close under the pretense to guide her movements. Eventually, she finally managed to land a decent serve, something she thought impossible due to her clear lack of concentration. “Good girl. You’re picking up fast.” He praised softly and her mind went directly to the other contexts in which he could use those words, the heat rising to her face quickly. At least she could pretend it was from the effort and clearly not the effect he had on her.

Still, she needed fresh water to clear her mind at least a little but Andrew didn’t seem to care as he stepped in while she was starting to get lost in her thoughts.

“My turn.” he simply said as Jace eventually stepped away after one last squeeze on her waist. Then, the other man took his place behind her, his chest flush against her back while one of his hands splayed across her stomach under the pretense of wanting to guide her through more powerful serves.

“You’re holding back,” he muttered, his voice raw. “But don’t forget that you're supposed to beat your opponent. So commit to it.” Contrary to his friend, he didn’t correct the way she held the racket, instead his free hand slid down to her hip and thigh as if he was adjusting her stance but he was only pressing her closer to him.

“She was doing fine with my technique.” Jace interjected in an annoyed tone. It only earned him a sharp look from Andrew over Kaia’s shoulder.

“She’ll do better with mine.” he simply replied as if it was a well known fact that had statistics to back it up. Even though it was only another instance of them growing competitive over her.

And if the lesson wasn’t already just a way for them to act competitive, it was definitely one now. They kept taking turns to “teach” her when it was just lies to get close to her, it was obvious but she truly did not care about it.

Jace was smoother with it, his hands always lingering on her waist and arms while he whispered instructions against her ear as if they were alone and not constantly under Andrew’s annoyed glare.

The latter was more intense, his hands firm on her hips while he kept his entire body pressed against hers. It was if he couldn’t stay away from her, as if he constantly needed her body close to his.

By the end of the session, the air between the three of him was way too thick. She couldn’t care much about this as she downed her water in one go. Not only was she exhausted from the physical activity but their attention made her breathless.

It didn’t help that they both looked way too good covered in sweat. Andrew’s damp curls were sticking to his forehead and the nape of his neck. Their muscles straining from the effort and making them look even more bigger if possible.

Jace’s shirt clung to him and her gaze couldn’t help but dart once again to his chest. She noticed the sweat stains below it and there was no reason for that sight to be so attractive, yet, it worked for her and she had to force herself to look away.

She barely noticed that the sight of her covered in sweat also worked with them and that they were openly ogling her without a care in the world.

They all agreed on one thing even if none of them spoke, this lesson won’t be her only one.

[miasjoys]

Shades of cool

summary: today was supposed to be peaceful, that was until she needed to deal with Shane Maguire to find her lost horse.

pairing : shane maguire x fem! oc

warnings: nothing, just oc hating on shane and shane being right where he wants to be

When she woke up this morning, she knew that something was about to go wrong today but she had no idea what.

The feeling came back a little later when she was saddling her horse to go on a hike in the nearby woods.

But she simply brushed it off, maybe it was just one of those bad feelings that ended up amounting to nothing.

That feeling ended up being pretty reasonable an hour later once she got on her horse. The animal ended up being pretty excited, she could feel how tense he was beneath her, ready to buck around and throw her off at any minute.

She couldn't even enjoy the ride, she had to stay wary if she didn't want to end up in the mud today.

“Easy girl–” she started, patting her palomino mare's neck to try to soothe her but the animal only snorted.

And before she could even keep soothing her horse, a branch cracked and an animal, surely a deer crossed the trail right in front of them.

The horse reared suddenly and Joanna didn't even have the time to curse before gravity took her down.

She hit the ground hard, pain blooming across her shoulder, her hip and the side of her head. There was also a metallic taste in her mouth, she guessed that she probably bit her tongue during her fall.

The world was blurry to her as she could only focus on the sound of hooves slowly getting fainter.

“Fuck,” she groaned as she slowly moved to stand up.

Her head was throbbing, her pants were covered in dirt and in mud. The worst of it, her horse was gone while she was in the middle of a national park.

She needed help if she didn't want to sleep here and surely end up eaten by a bear or wolves. But the closest ranger station was the one where Shane Maguire worked which was just perfect.

Ever since she met him a few weeks ago, he had been under her skin. Just the mere sight of his camo jacket and his smirk made her want to smack him.

But right now, she had no choice and she had to ask for his help.

Slowly, she staggered into the small clearing, toward his ranger station. The entire time, she was cursing at the entire world.

She should have listened to herself this morning and stay in bed but of course she decided to not listen to her inner voice. She knew she looked like a mess, covered in mud, but she couldn't care less about this.

Eventually, she heard the familiar sound of an ATV engine. When she turned around, she could see the annoying face of Shane who stopped the ATV near her once he spotted her.

“Well,” he drawled at the sight in front of him, an amused smirk even stretching his lips. “You look like you've had a day.”

“Don't,” she snapped. Her head was pounding and she rubbed her temple, letting out a grunt at the pain. “My horse spooked and I need to find her before nightfall.”

“You're hurt,” he stated as if it wasn't obvious, making her let out an annoyed scoff at his observation.

“I'm fine,” she defended, taking a step back when he stepped closer. It was a mistake when her right ankle failed her, making her fall again.

But he instinctively caught her elbow, preventing her from falling down once again before steadying her. Still, she yanked her arm away as soon as her brain caught up to the fact that he was touching her.

“Easy sweetheart,” he said, his smirk now even wider and if her wrist didn't hurt that much, he would have already been smacked.

“Do not call me that.”

At this, he simply tilted his head slightly, observing her from head to toe.

“You gonna let me help you onto the ATV or do you want to look for your horse walking on a busted ankle ?”

Even if he was right, it didn't prevent Joanna from glaring at him. Now that he said it and that the adrenaline was dying down, she could feel the pain from her ankle.

“I can do it myself,” she muttered as she limped toward the ATV. It proved to be a pure failure when two steps later, she slipped on wet grass.

Once again, Shane moved fast by wrapping an arm around her waist to haul her upright. For a quick second, her back was pressed against his chest while her hands moved down to his arm to already free herself.

“Stubborn as hell,” he said against her ear. At this, heat flashed through her, a feeling she associated with anger and nothing else.

“Let go,” she simply replied as she kept trying to shove his arm away. He stayed unbothered as he guided her toward the ATV.

“Just get on before you fall again,” he said as he practically forced her onto the seat so she wouldn't face her worst enemy of the day again : gravity.

“We're finding my horse. That's it. Then I can go back to pretending that you don't exist.”

His eyes dropped to her mouth for a second before meeting her gaze once again. He seemed constantly amused and she hated this.

“You're cute when you're being mean, you know that ?” He teased while she looked ready to murder him.

“I'm not trying to be cute,” she shot back, rolling her eyes as she spoke.

“Trust me,” he said, his eyes dropping to her cheek covered in mud and before she could stop him, he moved his hand to smear the mud even more on her face. “I noticed.”

The air crackled and her breath caught despite herself. Even concussed and aching everywhere, she was still way too aware of every inch between them.

She hated him and she hated the fact that she noticed the way his thermal shirt clung to his shoulders and that he was still standing way too close.

He finally moved a few seconds later, swinging onto his seat and nodding at her behind him.

“Hold on if you don't want to end up in the river next.”

At this, she simply muttered a few curses before wrapping her arms around his waist. She fell down from her horse today so falling from an ATV wasn't really in her plans.

For a peaceful moment, they followed the trail of hoof prints and Shane didn't open his mouth for an enjoyable time.

Currently, she only worried about her lost horse and not the fact that Shane Maguire was slowly getting too close to her for her liking.

[bloom1vr]

summary: basically yearning man misses his baddie gf because they're separated on the opposite sides of a civil war yayy

pairing: fem!targaryen oc x male!lannister oc, nana as Daena Targaryen, wilson bethel as Tommen Lannister

warnings: none so far but this is based off of hotd so extreme violence, character death, smut all in future chapters

author's note: this was developed bc i love hotd and wilson bethel!! shoutout horny mfs and wilson island for giving me inspo on twt ^^

also shawn hatosy plays Stannis and meg donnelly plays Cerys for my fancasts (those who know)

— ᨳଓ .

Daena and Tommen had grown up together in the walls of the Red Keep. Their houses united together, Lannisters and Targaryens serving as allies. A strong allyship, even talks of their betrothal wandered inside the stone walls of the palace. The bond between the Princess and the Noble was inseparable, she would only allow him–and him only–to fly with her on her dragon Moonfyre. The great white and light blue scaled beast that roamed eras far before the two of them. Daena and Tommen were young and reckless, but they were always together. Until King Viserys I died of leprosy, ultimately changing the fate of House Targaryen forever. Queen Alicent, his second wife, gave her own son Aegon II the title of King rather than the rightful heir, Rhaenyra. King's Landing had turned into the battle of the Blacks and Greens, separating the land of Westeros into a civil war between House Targaryen. Daena had left soon before Aegon’s coronation. In fear of her stance on the coronation, she fled to Dragonstone, announcing to her sister Rhaenyra of Alicent’s betrayal. Whereas House Lannister had allied with the Greens, severing the close ties that once were. Daena and Tommen, separated for the first time in their lives. Now Tommen did not necessarily agree with his House's standing, in fact he despised it. The betrayal of the rightful heir based on insatiable hunger for power.

Tommen would wander the halls of the Red Keep, searching for her, any sign of her. Echoes of her voice etched in his memory, a familiar whisper of a ghost haunting him of what never was. Mourning a presence that still existed, just not in his grasp. The halls seemed increasingly quiet since the absence of the Blacks, fear and intimidation growing instead. The quiet of the night made the palace more eerie, torches and candles being the only things to illuminate the darkness.

“Tommen? What are you waiting for?” That familiar, sweet voice called out to him from behind. He stood there, stunned, turning his head towards the silhouette. She stood there in her long, embroidered black and red gown. Her long silver hair down, with two braids holding the hair out of her face. He remembered that look on her face, her amber eyes full of gleam.

“Daena…” He called out in but a whisper, approaching slowly. Blinking again, he saw more clearly. Queen Helaena stood in front of him, her expression knowing. Tommen straightened himself out, nodding his head in a bow.

“Forgive me, Your Majesty.” He cleared his throat.

“I do not know what got a hold of me.” He sighed, placing his hand back to his side. Helaena stood, one hand in front of her nightgown, her hair down for the night.

“She was always kind.” Helaena responded, her voice gentle and quiet. Tommen nodded.

“Indeed she was.” He said, his eyes drifting back to his hands for a moment, before glancing back at the Queen in front of him. She had a small smile on her face, a subtle look the gentle Queen portrayed when she remembered earlier times. Before the civil war. Helaena had left soon after, leaving him alone with his thoughts. He soon walked to the courtyard, envisioning them practicing sword fighting with one another, reminiscing at the memory.

—

A feast was held in celebration of the new King's title. All the houses which supported the Greens were in attendance, most prominently the Lannisters and the Baratheons. A few neutral houses like House Tyrell were also present, to hear the new King speak. Yet they did not expect to hear such arrogance and foolery to leave the mouth of Aegon. His speech droned on, suffocating the ears of the attendees.

“The ‘Rightful King’ so they say. Yet the child can barely hold a proper banquet.” A humourful voice mumbled over Tommen’s ear. His good friend Stannis Baratheon–the second born son of House Baratheon–stood behind him, his disappointment clear. Stannis moved forward to stand next to Tommen, becoming more clear in his vision. Those familiar dark brown curls laid on his friend's head, he wore a formal tunic embroidered with the crest of House Baratheon on his shoulder. Yet his face had what could only be described as a scowl on it.

“Getting bolder each day, my friend. They could have your tongue for that.” Tommen whispered back, keeping his composure. Yet his eyes never stopped searching for her.

“And lose one of their strongest allies?” Stannis scoffed under his breath.

“You are truly a funny man, Tommen.” He mumbled. The two of them made their way to a balcony overlooking the Blackwater Bay. The night air was quiet and surprisingly still, absent of the wind. In the far off distance, Tommen could see the lights of Dragonstone illuminated, his mind wandering once again.

“If you are so quick to judge our new King, perhaps you can aid me in something.” Tommen made sure to say in a low voice, avoiding any wandering ears. Stannis perked his head towards Tommen, an eyebrow raising on his mischievous face.

“Oh? And what is this something?” Stannis peeved, his curiosity peaked. Before Tommen could give a proper reply, the two were interrupted. A blonde haired woman dressed in green, with gold roses designed to accentuate her dress and House. Lady Cyres of House Tyrell, Stannis’ betrothed, approached the two.

“There you are, I have been looking for you all night.” She spoke, standing next to Stannis. Tommen clenched his jaw, unknowing of her stance in this civil war. Cyres curtsied politely to Tommen, her arm linked around Stannis.

“Apologies, my dear. We were just in the middle of a conversation.” Stannis replied, turning his head to Cyres. He then quickly directed his attention back to Tommen, his curiosity still prominent.

“What were you saying you needed help with again, friend?” He almost teased, as he placed a hand over Cyres’. Tommen kept his jaw clenched, but relieved it to speak.

“It is a matter to be discussed privately, friend.” He said quietly. Stannis guffawed, a loud belly laugh leaving him.

“Oh please, she believes Aegon to be as much an idiot as we do. So, go on.” Stannis collected himself, a small giggle escaping from Cyres as well. Yet Tommen did not feel any relief, especially with how bold the two were.

“You must be quiet, have you lost your mind?” Tommen said in a whisper-shout. Stannis threw his hands up in a mock surrender, stifling his own laugh.

“You are right, I jest.” Stannis said more quietly.

“But I still want to know.” He put his hands back down, his attention becoming more serious. Tommen sighed.

“I need to see her.” Tommen breathed out, staring back out to the distant lights of Dragonstone. Stannis scoffed, shaking his head.

“You're not seriously thinking of sailing towards enemy territory… guarded by dragons?” He said in disbelief. Cerys clicked her tongue, almost about to scold him.

“Do not be rude. I miss her as well.” She sighed, turning her head towards Tommen. Stannis nodded, toning himself down.

“I don't just miss her. I need to see her. I feel… lost without her.” Tommen exasperated, at this point desperate for any sign of her. He leaned over the railing, just to feel an inch closer to her.

“So, go see her then.” Cerys said, waking him out of his trance.

“Send him into the very nesting grounds of the Blacks? That is a dead man's journey.” Stannis shook his head, against the idea. Cyres nudged his side.

“Clearly he is a dead man here anyways. The poor man is suffering.” She teased slightly. Tommen stood straight, a look of dedication on his face. He turned towards Stannis, who just sighed at the look.

“Yes, we'll cover for you. Now go before I regret my decision.” He nodded. Tommen patted the man's shoulder, a large grin on his face.

“Thank you, friend.” He smiled, nodding to Cerys politely before marching off to the docks.

“He is going to die out there.” Stannis groaned, watching his friend walk off. Cerys rolled her eyes, unlinking their arms and walking back towards the banquet. Stannis looked at her, confused as he followed.

“What? Am I wrong?” He followed.

—

The wind seemed to have picked up drastically as Tommen sailed the Blackwater Bay waves. His small boat could only handle so much. Water sprayed onto him as he continued to sail forwards. Despite his struggle, he had only one thing on his mind. Her. His darling Princess Daena. She had not left his mind the moment she took flight on the back of Moonfyre. He remembered that day, in fact, he had counted every waking moment of the past month that would lead up to this point. Just to see her for another moment, even a second, would be worth everything to him. Late in the night, he found himself along the rocky cliffs of Dragonstone, quickly tying his small sailboat in place along the rocks. He trekked and climbed along the rough surface, despite being extremely underprepared. Tommen had not wasted a single second to get here, still in his formal tunic from the banquet, with only his sword by his side. Whoosh. The sound of a large gust of wind flew over him, the delayed breeze hitting him drastically. A dragon flew over, unknowing of his presence. Its bellows ripped tension through the air. He stayed still, as if he were a statue carved into the cliff. Fortunately he had remained unnoticed by the dragon, the night sky hiding his presence more effectively.

Once he had reached the top, he sighed in relief. He had been to Dragonstone once before as a guest, yet his memory challenged him. He wandered along the outskirts of the massive castle, trying to avoid any guards who would alert his presence. Tommen had then stumbled upon a small, hidden garden. A private area, for what reason he did not understand. Then, like a dream, he saw a silhouette. Long, silver hair, unbraided. A woman in a nightgown, her back turned to him, but she sat in the garden, staring at the twilight in the sky. He shook his head, cautious of the sight. But his visions of her were never this clear. He approached quietly, calmly.

“Daena?” He said in but a whisper, calling out for her. The woman jumped slightly, her head turning, her face as stunned to see him as he was to see her.

“Tommen?” She replied, her mouth agape. Daena quickly stood up, approaching him slowly as well. The two of them left in disbelief, both thinking they were still left dreaming.

“I never dreamt you this clearly.” She whispered, her hand gently reaching out to touch the side of his face. He melted into her touch, his hand reaching to her lower back. She moved her hand away, her arms grasping around his neck and shoulders to embrace him completely. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her tightly to him. His face rested in the crook of her neck, breathing in her hair, unwilling to let go. He pulled back ever so slightly, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. Her hand moved to caress his shoulder, staring up at him.

“What are you doing here? They'll kill you if they see you.” She mumbled to him, her eyes darting around for a moment before she looked at him once again. He smiled, unable to take his eyes off of her.

“One more moment with you is worth every life I may lose.” He whispered, his hand finding the side of her face to cup it. She sighed, a slight concern etched on her face.

“You are a mad man, truly.” She murmured.

“If that is so, you are the reason why. You have bewitched me, mind and soul. I could not stand another moment without you.” He said breathlessly. She pulled him in for another embrace, holding onto him, as if they may be separated again at any moment.

“Daena! Get away from him!” A concerned and shouting voice erupted in the silence behind them. Her stomach dropped, her head turning to face the familiar voice.

[miasjoys]

make you mine (pt 2)

summary : a party is the best way to feel better after a possible concussion but who expected it to become a little heated

pairing : jace (wilson bethel) x fem! oc x andrew (shawn hatosy)

warnings : make-out and a little bit of groping. no smut yet <3

part one

Eloise was going through the clothes hanging from the racks while Kaia was in the changing rooms, trying different outfit options. But for the moment, nothing seemed right.

They both were at an upscale boutique near the tournament hotel. They only had an hour before the party started and they both didn't want to look bad near those athletes.

Her friend peeked her head inside the changing room, wrinkling her nose at the outfit.

“Way too formal,” she said, “this is a party with famous tennis players, not a work event.”

Eloise already picked a sleek black slip dress with thin straps and slit that reached her mid thigh.

“Try this,” she offered as she held out a pale blue sundress to Kaia.

The dress fabric was light and it had a sweetheart neckline that showed enough cleavage for her to be comfortable. The hem of it reached her mid-thigh.

And finally, for the first time since they entered the boutique, Eloise seemed to finally agree with the selected clothes.

A whistle even escaped her friend's lips once she exited the changing room. “Now, that's perfect,” she said with a large smile.

After one last look at the clock, they quickly paid for their clothes and headed back to the hotel so they could finish getting ready.

–

The rooftop party was not what she expected but maybe it was because she never attended an athlete party in the past.

Tonight she wasn't here for work, Eloise's boyfriend extended his invitation to attend the party to both women and eventually, the two players that surely gave her a concussion invited her too.

Music pulsed as players, coaches and very few journalists mingled together or shared drinks. Kaia couldn't help but feel a little awkward as she stood with Eloise and her boyfriend, Callum.

The two met when Eloise wrote her very first article for their newspapers a few years ago, at another tennis event nonetheless.

He was tall with curly brown hair and he was completely devoted to his girlfriend. Kaia couldn't help but sometimes poke fun at the two by making grossed out faces when the PDA became too much, but in all honesty, she was truly happy for her friend.

(But that didn't stop her from imitating Callum's Scottish accent to joke around.)

As if he could hear her thoughts, he shot her a knowing grin after sparing a glance behind her.

“Looks like you've got company,” he said as he nodded towards Jace and Andrew that were both approaching. Before she could even reply to him, Eloise pulled him toward the open bar.

Jace was the first one to arrive, wearing a black button-down where the first two buttons popped open and a pair of black jeans. When his gaze locked on her, it faltered for a quick second.

Andrew appeared right behind him, his eyes dragged down her body, to the way the blue fabric clung to her waist and skimmed her thighs. At the sight, his jaw tightened.

“You came…” Jace breathed out in a tone way more raspy than his usual one.

“Well I couldn't refuse an invitation to a party and free drinks,” she said with a small giggle. The two made her feel a little nervous.

After all they were both hot, famous (or at least in the tennis world) and they both seemed interested in her. That last part was what caught her a bit off guard, maybe it was still her mind not working right after getting smacked in the head that hard.

Eventually, she managed to shake off those thoughts as she ordered herself an espresso Martini at the bar. She ended up following the duo to a quiet corner with two glasses though.

It was simply them both offering the drinks they promised her earlier that day as some sort of apology.

As soon as she settled onto the comfortable cushions of the booth, they both moved directly to sit on both sides, trapping her between them. The tension between the two was so thick that she doubted that a knife could cut, in her opinion, the blade would definitely break.

“So,” Andrew started as he leaned back, the sleeves of his navy shirt stretching against his arms, “what did you think of the match? And be honest about it.”

Her brows furrowed at the thought of a fitting answer, she doubted that athletes wanted to hear someone criticizing what they did for a living.

“Well, if I have to be honest, I know nothing about tennis and even with Eloise explaining things to me constantly, it still doesn't make much sense to me.” she said, mindlessly crossing her legs as she spoke, not even noticing how her dress riding up a little drew the attention of the two men sitting by her side.

“And then I get hit by a ball, but at least I end the day with free drinks so…” she added with a shrug. To be honest, forming a full thought about today was hard but she supposed that this day wasn't so bad.

Jace chuckled as he shifted closer to her, boldly moving his hand so it could brush her lower back.

“You seem pretty okay,” he said as his gaze moved to the bruise that was slowly turning purple. Even with some foundation, it was still visible. “And you managed to stay up when it hit, it's an achievement in itself.”

“Not my proudest one,” she replied with a shake of her head, a small giggle escaping her lips before she took a sip of her drink.

She quickly ended up choking on it when Jace said, “at least it gave us an excuse to talk to you properly,” while Andrew's hand found her knee, his thumb stroking her skin lightly.

To her relief, the discussion switched to safer topics when they asked more about her. Honestly, she didn't know if she could survive an entire of both of them flirting with her.

“Events in general,” Kaia corrected the brown haired athlete when he asked her about what she wrote. “I also write about lifestyle stuff. My boss wanted me to describe the vibes, the crowd and maybe get a few quotes from the player.”

“We can give you more quotes if you want,” Jace offered, a small smirk stretching his lips.

“That's nice but I have some doubts about your quotes,” she teased, finding some confidence after finishing her first glass.

The air between them kept growing thicker and the athletes were slowly getting bolder as they started to make more moves.

Jace kept leaning to speak close to her ear, his fingers grazing the bare skin of her back that was available to him while Andrew's hand stayed on her knee but it slowly inched higher. His gaze kept dropping toward the hem of her dress.

She didn't even dare to look at the party, especially since she could feel the stares of both Callum and Eloise who seemed to be way too amused by her current situation.

Yet, she couldn't really dwell on it when she felt fingers cupping her chin and tilting her head so she could meet Jace's gaze. The invitation was clear, especially when his gaze kept dropping to her lips, yet he allowed her to choose, to initiate.

Maybe it was the drink, the tension or simply her attraction to them but she gave in and pressed her lips against his.

The kiss was deep and slow, as if he wanted to savor the moment. Then, his tongue traced her bottom lip which made her part her lips almost directly so his tongue could slip inside. One of his hands cupped the side of her cheek while his other hand that was still on her back pulled her closer.

As Kaia pulled away to breathe, Andrew took that opportunity to remind her of his presence as he turned her head towards him before pressing his lips against hers.

The kiss was completely different, it was rougher and more urgent. His teeth nipped at her lower lip before slipping his tongue inside her mouth. It was as if he was trying to erase the fact that Jace had just kissed her. His hand moved to grip her thigh under the hem of her short dress, squeezing it.

The rest became a blur as they didn't take turns cleanly, it quickly became a heated mess. Jace would pull her back for another kiss, his hands moving up her ribs, and as soon as they parted, Andrew would turn her towards him, kissing her even harder.

She thought she was imagining things the first time that Andrew grunted - almost growled even - into her mouth. The sound did things to her that she would never admit out loud.

At one point they were all way too close, their lips brushing hers and sometimes each other's. They were all too lost into the heat of it all to truly focus.

While her hands could only clutch into their shirts, their hands never stopped moving. Jace’s fingers traced the neckline of her dress before dipping to brush the underside of her breasts. And Andrew's palm kept sliding higher up her thighs, having one clear goal.

She was breathless between the two as they trapped her between their bodies. Her lips were swollen from all the kisses and her head spinning from the lack of oxygen.

Eventually, Jace pulled back just enough to talk against her swollen lips, “you have no idea what you're doing to us.”

Breaking the kisses could have been an opportunity to truly focus on his words but it seemed that Andrew had another idea when he nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck just to suck a mark there.

A clear warning that he wasn't ready to share, at least not tonight.

The blond athlete only shook his head at his friend's behavior, not even phased by it.

“You don't have to choose tonight… but that doesn't mean we will step back.” Jace simply said as his breathing was slowly settling down.

“This is insane,” Kaia murmured in pure disbelief. She had only one taste of them and she already knew that picking would be completely impossible.

But that was a worry for another day when she felt Andrew lips going back to her neck.

[miasjoys]

Training season (pt 1)

summary : when she became a journalist, she expected events related to movies or music awards, not sports events. Yet, when she was sent to write an article about a tennis' tournament, she didn't expect to gain the interest of two tennis players.

pairing : jace (wilson bethel) x fem! oc x andrew (shawn hatosy)

author's note : this fanfic is a challengers AU aka an idea I had with a moot, and that was a bit developed with a gc (shoutout to wilson island). Here, the love interest are played by shawn hatosy and wilson bethel.

warnings : nothing for now but there will be smuts in later chapters

When she worked to get her journalism degree, she saw herself writing articles about multiple prestigious events. She imagined those events to be related to cinema or even music awards.

But she didn't imagine herself going to a tennis championship.

It's not that she hated tennis, but she knew almost nothing about that sport apart from the fact that it was mostly a rich person sport and that it consisted of watching a ball going left and right until one of the players gained a point.

But truly, she had no interest in writing an entire article about a tennis championship. Weren't the sport reporters better fitted for this ? She thought bitterly.

“Come on, you'll like it,” her coworker, Eloise, said as they both flashed their press badges to the security.

“You are the sport reporter here, I have no idea why I am sent to write another article for this event. I don't even know anything about tennis’ rules.” Kaia replied with an annoyed sigh.

Sure, Eloise was sent with her to help her understand a bit more about the sport they were reporting about while also writing her own articles that would be a bit more focused on the players. But she just knew that the rules would stay a blur in her head, after all even following a card game rules was sometimes a challenge, her brain always shutting off during the explanations.

She glanced at the woman next to her, she wore a black silk camisole tucked into a white wide-leg tailored trousers and her dark hair was into a low bun. Her black tote bag held almost everything needed for work today.

Meanwhile Kaia wore a white sleeveless blouse tucked into a high-waisted tailored beige shorts that reached mid-thigh. A crossbody messenger bag rested against her hip as it held every of her belongings, including her camera. Her blond hair was tied in a high ponytail with a few strands of her hair framing her face.

On the bleachers, there were thousands of spectators wearing polos or sundresses that probably cost way more than her rent.

“I write features about movie premieres or basic lifestyle stuff,” she added as she adjusted the strap of her bag while her friend was buying herself an iced latte that was clearly overpriced. “Not… whatever this is,” she said as gestured towards their surroundings.

“You'll survive, Kaia,” her coworker said in an amused tone. “Maybe you'll even find some players sexy.”

“Doubt it,” she replied, even scrunching her nose at the mere thought before looking down at her phone where she wrote everything she had to do today.

–

The match had already started by the time they finished interviewing some players in the lounge area.

She did an interview with a woman who lost her previous match. The answers were pretty basic but she knew she could still get a good article out of this.

As Kaia left the lounge to go back towards the press seats, she checked her notes one more time, trying to see what she still had to do today.

She was so focused that she didn't see the ball coming towards her at full speed but she registered way too late someone shouting “lookout !”

Because a second later, a powerful thwack echoed across the court as a tennis ball struck her on the side of the head, right on the temple.

The violent impact knocked her off balance, making her vision even white out for a second. Her phone shattered on the ground, but she couldn't focus on it when the pain was too much.

“Shit–” could be now heard across the court from two different voices that spoke at the same time.

Two figures quickly approached her, she only looked up once she saw their shadows as soon as they were near her.

The first to reach her had curly brown hair damp from sweat, his hazel eyes scanning her face and locking on the bruise that was already forming on her temple. The man was still breathing hard from the match he had just abandoned.

But she had no time to focus on him when another man approached. He was taller than the brown haired man but he was just as broad. His dark blonde hair was pushed back and just like the brown haired one, he had a concerned look.

“Are you okay ?” The first man asked, his voice low. His hand hovered near her shoulder, almost like he wanted to steady her but he wasn't sure if he could.

“I'm so sorry. That was a fucking rocket.”

Kaia only blinked hard, her head was still throbbing and she felt completely embarrassed. Of course, she was getting hit in the head on her first sports event ever and in front of hundreds of people.

“I'm… fine. I guess.”

The blonde picked up her fallen and clearly destroyed phone and offered it back to her as his gaze also fell to the bruise forming on the side of her face.

“You're still up, that's a good sign. Let's get you some ice,” he finally spoke up, his eyes lingering on her face.

“I'm Jace. This is Andrew.” He added, finally introducing themselves to her while Kaia looked between them, still a little dazed.

“I'm Kaia,” she replied. “I'm normally not getting concussed on court, I promise.” It was getting more and more obvious that the incident was embarrassing to her.

“The least we can do is buy you a drink after this match. Or get you checked out by the medic.” Andrew offered a small smile stretching his lips.

Meanwhile, Jace was waving over a tournament official even if his gaze stayed on her.

“Make it two drinks. One from each of us. After all, we're both at fault here.” He added quickly as the two men seemed to share a tense look.

Before she could think about it, the official and Eloise arrived simultaneously. Her coworker fussed as she directly went to take a good look at the fresh bruise on Kaia's face, her brows furrowing in concern.

She was unable to focus on anything, the sounds were too much between her friend worried questions, the official apologizing profusely and the two men clearly tense discussion.

Still, she caught a few words from Jace. “Doesn't mean she can't like both of us,” he said in a cocky tone.

Her cheeks flushed as she suddenly felt a bit too hot but she tried to convince herself that she didn't hear it right. It was definitely the impact that affected her hearing.

She definitely didn't do athletes and that was mutual.

–

She was quickly proven wrong once the match resumed after a short delay.

The two men dominated the court, clearly on edge and desperate to win. Every time they gained a point, they glanced toward the press box where she sat while pressing an ice pack to her temple.

By the time Andrew won the second set, the tension between the two reached its peak and everyone could sense it.

Eloise eventually nudged Kaia with her elbow, a grin on her lips as she looked at her friend.

“Told you there would be sexy players,” at this, she only grunted in fake annoyance while her gaze was stuck to the two players who were already planning another match.

But that one wouldn't be about tennis.