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• 𝗏𝖺𝗅𝖾 , 𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗻.
• 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗋𝗈𝖾 , 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗿.
body relaxes on exhale . twisting slightly in the seat , her foot catches the outside of his leg and yet , despite the pinging sound that rattles in her head , she doesn’t move , instead , lets the limb rest against his . as if to say : it’s okay , i’ll listen . he’s different , like this , the cock sure persona she was already so used to , the one that seemed to simmer in the air and aggravate her in the best possible ways , was a slow simmer in comparison to the almost vulnerable son that sat beside her . the space between them was far , and still , his hand brushed against her arm , and she let him , the fingers of her free hand , one not used to prop her cheek , slips beneath her own bicep to gently touch at his fingers . a new softness brewing quietly . ❝ that’s such a shitty thing to deal with . ❞ she murmurs , barely audible above the humming motor against the water . she lets his words linger , for once not questioning his motives , because to do that was to slice a knife through whatever bubble they’ve quietly created and she didn’t want that , later was a time for questions , later was a time for playful . this was real . ❝ tell you something ? ❞ paused for a moment , she glances to the water . she had so many stories , so many things she could babble on about , but they were hers . and she wanted to share them .
❝ before my dad —— before he died , we had a tradition , i don’t know when it started , but presumably when i was a baby , but after every single game we’d wait . my mom and i , wait and wait and wait , until the area was empty , not a sound , not a soul . ❞ eyes flicker back to him , coasting the way his hand presses the wheel , the new , almost icy water breeze catches a wayward tendril , before settling back on his face as a slow smile breaches her mouth . ❝ and then my dad would drag the pair of us on to the ice , in skates and play his favourite song of the week , month , whatever . it didn’t matter whether he won the game or they lost , our tradition stood . he used to say it was because there was two places he belonged , the ice and with us . ❞ there’s a furrow of brows after she stops . a sort of melancholy dripping into features despite the smile that lingers . layla was lucky , luckier than most to have what she had , but that didn’t stop the sting of it all .
🏒 : story presented isn't unsettling, and quite truthfully, blond cannot help himself but to envy her for it and her aforementioned father. yet, that does not unnerve him, the way he desires to talk back does, needs to tell her how he cannot recall the last genuine conversation he'd carried with his own, or how he was never made to feel like he belonged in the monroe patriarch's life unconditionally. revelation should send him running, but it came again, that unfamiliar tightening deep within his chest, akin to an invisible hand reaching between his ribs and curling it's digits around his heart. why should something so light as the simple press of her foot unravel him so completely? pulse falters beneath it, tripping over itself as pad of thumb drags slowly against the leather wheel beneath his palm. “ shit. ” this time, skull really tilts, blues finding hers to hold behind darkened lenses. “ your dad sounds like he was a good guy. ” remark barely audible, ordinary intensity of blues softening to something more tender. “ probably would've hated me. ” hopeful comment can pull forth an upturning of her lips and dispel any pensiveness that may overcome her, even if only for a moment. “ still. that's a hell of a thing to have had . . glad you did. ” and it's genuine, better a heart haunted by cherished memories than one left barren as his.
“ you cold? ” keenly aware of how the autumnal chill nips at her features, how the incessant breeze tousles her hair, how the icy spray settles upon soft, flushed flesh of her cheeks at each dip of the vessel's bow, and he's consumed with the need to shield her from it. prefrontal cortex allotted no time to catch up to ache, free hand hastily reaching behind his neck, gray - name embroidered hoodie coming off in one smooth motion. cold air immediately bites at the exposed flesh of his toned forearms, but boy barely notices, tossing cologne - soaked fabric into her lap. “ put that on. ” though, that doesn't suffice the necessity. “ and c'mere. ” invitation comes with movement then, hand leaving the wheel long enough to gesture toward himself, toward the space between his arms and the place atop his right thigh. a casual motion outwardly that somehow feels anything but internally.
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heart flutters in a way that has her cringing , internally of course , the drop of his hand leaving the skin prickled with the cool air , almost like it was regaining the flow of blood . ❝ i don’t blame her , honestly . ❞ femme muses , wind whipping through already messed curls . she follows quietly , slinking into the plush leather seat next to his . elbow meeting the back of it as her cheek falls to hand . ❝ you live a wild life , champagne on a boat that won’t go amiss ? ❞ she shakes her head , she can’t help it . wide eyes blink slowly , watching him in a way that she can’t explain . drinking in the way he sits , his posture , the way the soft sunlight catches against his skin . immediately thankful for the way dark sunglasses shield her gaze .
🏒 : gaze remains on beauty now adjacent to him, lingering on curve of physique against cream leather until she's fully settled, only pushing the throttle forward to ease them away from the dock after. “ yeah, me either . . there was this one summer he randomly hit us with a ' alright, we're all going out on the water together . . ' me, gi, mom, the whole damn family . . that should've tipped me off, because we never did shit like that. turns out he needed pictures of the whole happy, wholesome family man bullshit for some lame brochure for his campaign and nothing says it like forcing your wife and kids to smile on a boat named your mistress. ” recollection earns mirthless laughter, sound trickling into nothing as the realization that he's said too much seeps in, jaw clenching as eyes cut instantly from water ahead to her. “ uh shit . . i don't know why i just told you that. that's not usually how this goes. ” he stretches own arm closer, the shift of the vessel causing tips of digits to graze her arm. “ wild is one word for it. your turn, though. tell me something. ”
the energy within the house is contagious, but so is the energy that's radiating off a potentially already intoxicated grier. someone that always feeds off those around him, it didn't take much for a smirk to make way onto his face or the vibration to begin rushing through his body, as though a light was switched on. he slithers into the spot next to grier once he's bounced onto the floor, chuckle exiting between lips. “ a fucking please would be appreciated. ” he teases, taking the tiny plastic cup into his possession, brow raising as he holds it up, waiting for a cheers. “ don't be a pussy and cheers me, you dick. ”
🏒 : “ bro, i don't beg. ” limb still slung around the other's shoulders, squeezing tightly before releasing hold, grin that's spreading across lips then immediate and obnoxious, signature kind that meant trouble. “ you defensemen are so fucking needy. ” clinks his own plastic to other's, knocking it back with zero pause, zero indication that the liquid burns on it's way down. “ and that's captain dick to you. ” playfulness clear in tone of voice. “ another? first one's just a warm up. ”
"yes, you have. many times. so much that i've cried into my pillow about it." as usual, though, it's evident that reed is just talking shit. "congratulations, bro. at least your hockey skills are a lot better than your mixing." he winces slightly as the beverage lingers on his taste buds. "what the fuck is in that?"
🏒 : “ aw, bro, glad to know i was the last thing you thought about before going to sleep, many times. ” lengthy digits sprawl against other's pectoral in mock - sincerity, patting once, twice. “ dude, it's a shot. if you need a chaser, you really just need to man up. ” seldom one to let up on banter, knocking back his own additional shot. “ fuck if i know, some vodka we picked up from the corner store. fucking disgusting is what it is, but it gets the job done. ”
she talked herself into it , only to talk herself out of it and then back into it again . she stared at his texts for an ungodly amount of time , fingers tapping against her own thighs before she did something she never does . she threw caution to the wind with a fuck it . she moved like she had a plan , she certainly did not have a plan at all , gathering a bag of things , and changing . she moved fast , almost as if she was excited . and she was so thankful her roommates were out as she practically ran out the door . ❝ well , couldn’t leave you hanging . ❞ her hand still in his as she spoke , fingers pressed into palms as brows rose slightly above the rim of her sunglasses , the sharp of canine dug into her lip slightly .
🏒 : pressure of digits against his palm makes him lose whatever flippant remark he'd lined up, gaze dropping briefly to their joined hands. “ welcome aboard, princess. ” once steady on deck, he releases, refusing to acknowledge the ache of his skin after having to disconnect. “ this is the mayor's mistress . . dad named it that, mom fucking hates it. ” dismissive shake of his head as he makes way toward the helm, settling comfortably into the genuine leather of the driver's seat, one limb draping across the back of it while the other rests against the wheel. “ there's beer in the fridge, if that's your thing. a bottle of dom pérignon in there somewhere, too. my parents won't miss it, make yourself comfortable. ”
natalia arched a brow at grier, the softest of smirks pulling at her mouth. it’s a funny thing, watching him stand above the crowd and declare that everyone must take a shot. she knows he’s practically royalty around msu, and the cockiness he exudes barely phases her. “a pussy?” natalia scrunches her nose, carefully taking the shot from him. “what is this?” she sniffs the drink, a sour expression falling upon her face. “fucking hell, grier.”
🏒 : “ you heard me. ” said in jest, of course. blond would never truly disrespect girl before him, soft spot for her rang true. still, he cannot stifle the laughter that leaves him the second her face contorts into disgust. “ that's a good sign. ” grin upon his lips only widens then, gently nudging her arm with his elbow. “ don't know. don't look at me like that, though. i'm just the handsome messenger. take the shot, nat. ”
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🏒 : leant against the vessel's railing, a smaller wake boat with his surname painted intricately onto the bow, blond surveys the dock almost every thirty seconds for her, though he'd deny it if anyone asked. finally, upon her appearance, he eagerly pushes off to outstretch his hand, expectantly waiting for hers. “ there she is. ” and there it is, the foreign fluttering in his chest as glacier blues drink her in behind darkened lenses, there's a faint breeze tugging at hair strands and all he can think about is how pretty she looks. ' fuck ' muttered under breath, shaking his head to regain focus, and force a smug grin onto his lips. “ i was starting to think i'd be stuck out here all day without my new favorite attitude problem. ”
"oh no. i think i'll pass on drinking." it always started off with one drink, and then another and another. that was the one thing she didn't want or need tonight. she was good with water. it wasn't like she was truly missing out on anything either by staying sober. the last time she even had a drink was at her cousins bachelorette party a month ago. a night she truly wouldn't forget. "i think i'm good with water though."
🏒 : “ water . . uh, got it, i can do that. ” skull nods in response to request, hand digging around an iced bucket for what seemingly was the sole bottle. he triumphantly plucks it out moments after and shakes off the excess liquid before handing it over to her. “ you doing alright? ”
" excuse me ? " summer gasped dramatically , though the grin tugging at glossed lips completely ruined any attempt at sounding offended , the shot already in her hand before he'd finished speaking . " i don't appreciate being literally bullied by my birthday twin . that's against the rules of sharing a birthday " brown hues narrow playfully at him , a finger jabbing at his chest . " especially when this win was probably because i brought my half of the gemini magic tonight . you're welcome , by the way " and without another second of hesitation , the blonde tossed the shot back , features immediately scrunching at the burn that hit her throat . " that's fucking disgusting " she complains , a dramatic cough to emphasis her distaste . and yet somehow , despite her reaction , she was already reaching toward the counter for another . " one more ? because destiny clearly wants us to celebrate together . "
🏒 : “ summs — ” bass in vocals drawl out over incessant bass of song blaring through speakers presently, “ my girl, bullying is crazy, you took the shot outta my hand before i even finished. ” laughter escapes column of his throat, digits catching her wrist, feather - light, to prevent a second attack to his chest. “ alright, alright. i'll give you some credit. i could feel your gemini, birthday twin magic working on me from the stands, so thank you. ” releases his grasp then, cerulean hues watching in amusement as the offered shot dissipates, “ there she is. fuck yeah, pour it up. it would be so rude of us to ignore destiny. ”
later , angel , later , angel . later , angel . her mind can’t emphasize the right way , but it sends her into a dizzying spiral for a moment , leaving her blinking hard at the spot he once stood . her name in his mouth sounded like every bad decision that she wanted to make . fuck . she moved through the next couple of hour with a slow , sluggish hesitation , her phone beeping incessantly , the michu group chat , sloane , mitchie and a few others coming through , inviting her to the party that she already had an invite to but was choosing to actively avoid , for one solid , bad decision reason . until she relented .
she’ll maintain , that as she moved through the throng of people that she wasn’t looking for grier monroe , she refused to acknowledge that , because she wasn’t . but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t find him , she moved slow , up the stairs , looking for another bathroom , and thanks to her brother residing in said house , she knew a few things . but maybe that was her mistake , thinking that she wouldn’t be found . she was .
🏒 : typical routine, blond would chase for a night, bask in it until morning, then watch it burn itself out without a trace. faces blurred together, names forgotten, but she remained from mere conversation, like a splinter lodged beneath his skin, impossible to ignore no matter how hard he tried, and try he did. multiple times. even now, lips pressed against another, kicking the door to his room open with foot to avoid breaking. wasn't him who noticed her first, girl in his arms stiffening, her eyes catching on the brunette. sudden loss of contact drew his attention, his half - lidded gaze following through the dim light. sight of her, in his room, enough to knock the air out of his lungs, immediately dropping his arms. either the universe was playing a cruel trick on him, or blessing him. he would like to think the latter.
“ you stalking me now, angel? ” moniker rolls of tongue no delay, a sharp scoff sounded beside him, the girl who'd ceased to exist, now staring at him in disbelief, and before he knew it, cold liquid splashes across face, empty solo cup dropping to his floor as she storms out, slamming the door behind. unphased, he utilizes the fabric of his t - shirt to wipe his face, realizing it was liquor soaked then, he pulls it over his head, and simply tosses it in layla's direction. chooses to unceremoniously fall onto bare spine on his mattress after, eyes trained on the ceiling as he exhales a frustrated sigh. “ better things, huh? knew you wouldn't stay away. ”
"You're a pain in my ass, and not the kind my parents made bets on that you'd be," Mitchie said in jest. Truthfully speaking, he adored Grier more than most men as he truly had shown him what a platonic soulmate could look like. "If you wanted to cop a feel, you could've just asked to squeeze my milkers, big guy." he grinned. "That's so not a good argument, truly has no backing in the court of Lovelace law." he scoffed. "I am utterly appalled you'd think I'd skimp on moonshine, besides you'll be wanting to keep me as your mixologist for the rest of the night."
🏒 : “ dude, your parents made bets on me? how is your mom, by the way? still hot? ” grin spreading across his lips in his signature, shameless way. “ right, man, sorry, i should've bought you dinner first or something too, right? ” although said in jest, he's never been the gentlemanly type. “ the court of lovelace law, ” repeats in mock - serious tone. “ your honor, i'd like the record to show that the defendant is making shit up again. ” his free palm held up to show innocence. “ hey, hey, relax, i'm not questioning you. i just had to make sure you didn't forget how i like it. ”
....................the way his lips form around her name distracts her , eyes flickering between them and his eyes , chin tilted upwards out of need . a need to remain focused , not distracted by him and yet , she can’t help it . she’s deeply distracted . ❝ that sounds a lot like missing me , monroe . ❞ voice whisper light , as if it meant something . it can’t mean something , but that doesn’t settle the odd ache lodged between her ribs . ❝ because believe me , there are plenty better things to be doing than you , hanging out with you . ❞
🏒 : opts to lean back only a fraction, smug smile remaining glued to lips, pure self - satisfaction, tinged with genuine amusement, something irresistible about a girl seemingly immune to his usual ruse. “ whatever you say, layla. ” blue holds brown, her eyes rich and warm, gathering glow of fluorescents instead of merely reflecting it, catches himself watching them longer than was polite, searching their depths for reasons he couldn't quite name. “ if you change your mind .. and you will, come find me. promise i'll make you eat those words. ” gaze clings to hers a moment past this means nothing, before he's adjusting the strap of his duffle and turning on his heel. “ later, angel. ”
sloane looks up at him, words calling for a roll of her eyes all in good fun " congratulations or whatever they say, " she teases " you're lucky your game was first. " gaze follows him as he gets down " did you really need to be on the island ? that feels a little dramatic. " she takes the shot solo cup from his hands " charming. " sloane jokes, as she brings the cup closer to his " i'll always take the shot,, you should know this, monroe. " she smirks, bumping the cups together before bringing it up " first win of the season, baby. " she yells before taking the cup to her lips and downing the shot.
🏒 : “ WHAT? sorry, can't hear you from up here. ” taunting, of course, until his feet are returned to the ground again. “ you don't score a game winner and celebrate like a normal person. that's not how legends are made. you might wanna write that down. ” easy, cocky grin forms upon his lips, limb around shoulders tugging her closer teasingly before tapping his own cup against hers and tipping it back. “ don't want to alarm you, rosen, but i'm off to a pretty historic start .. if you're lucky, i might just show you my projected stat line for this season later. don't wanna ruin your night, though. ”
𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗈’𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗒, 𝗌𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾. the kitchen looked like a disaster zone. teammates crammed shoulder to shoulder around the island, somebody yelling from the living room, somebody else already starting a chant that made absolutely no sense. the first win of the season hung over everything like electricity. bright. reckless. the kind of night that made bad ideas sound excellent. he glanced at the shot being shoved into his hand, then back at him. “ brother, you’ve been standing on that counter for ten minutes. at this point i’d take the shot just because i’m worried about what happens if you don’t get your way. ” grinning, he knocked it back before he could think twice about it. immediate regret. his eyes squeezed shut as the burn hit, one hand pressing dramatically against his chest. “ holy shit. ” a cough escaped him. then another. “ that tasted like jet fuel. ” the complaint lasted all of three seconds before he was laughing again, knocking his shoulder into the other guy’s. “ get me another one. we won. ”
🏒 : brother not by blood, but by bond. by something built, forged in cold rinks, long seasons, and the unwavering certainty that the guy beside him would always have his back. “ that's what i call leadership, deluca. ” cannot stifle the loud, hysterical laughter that billows at the other's reaction to poison of his choice. a chorus of ' woo's! ' soon erupting around them as their shoulder's collide, blond's palm clapping against his unintentionally hard enough to rock him sideways even after. “ there he is, that's the champion mindset. ” his torso twists, snagging another shot from a passing teammate, a freshman, then shoving it into brunet's grasp. “ fuck yeah, we did. undefeated season coming our way, bro. i'm manifesting it, it's destiny, or whatever the fuck that shit is summer says. ” presses his own plastic cup to his, then tips the liquid back into his mouth with ease. “ seriously, man, you were a beast out there tonight. ”
" so proud of you, little bro! " gianna replied, a small smile appearing on her lips. it was no surprise to find the eldest monroe at this party, not only because she had the privilege of having her younger brother on the hockey team, but she also could never resist a good party. " do i even wanna know what's in this? " she asked, chuckling a bit, but taking the drink nonetheless. " like if i do end up taking it, is it going to fuck me up so bad i don't remember anything tomorrow night? "
🏒 : proud. such a simple thing, yet it gives him pause, only evident in the slight tightening of his jaw. blond had spent years chasing those words from their patriarch, sister offering it so easily. “ thanks, gi. ” sincere in tone, but shakes his head without delay, ridding self of whatever that word stirred up. “ better to not ask. ” mirroring sibling replies, meeting shared blood's chuckle with one of his own. “ probably, but that's the beauty of it. you know i won't let anything happen to you. ”