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smicksstuff · 1 year

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summary: yngasly has become a fan favourite on the track. As the proud baby sister of Pierre Gasly she never fails to show her unwavering support for him. But, is he the only driver she is rooting for in the paddock ?

The PitBox Crew Series

read Part 1 here

The Enstone Life

f1drivers x yngasly

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a/n: im so sorry for the google translate french! i tried my best 😬

1 February 2023

yngasly

England

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yngasly just dropped by to say hi to my new bestie Big Ben ! gonna see you around often 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿☕️

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carmenmmundt cant believe you would ditch me for Big Ben ☹️ but im still happy you are here !!! we are gonna have loads of fun together 😍

yngasly OH YES!! finally staying 1 hour away from you !! 🥰

pedrogaseoso OMG she moved to England with her brother!! 🤩

landonorris need a tour guide? you know who to call 👀

yngasly ghostbusters? 👻

landonorris 🙄

norris4life omgg her humour reminds me of danny 😂

yngasly i was kidding 😂 i might actually take you up on it !!

f1fan OMG i love her ! is she gonna be at every race now ?

gaslyyyyy i hope so ! pierre and her are an unbreakable duo

paulgasly Reste en sécurité là-bas ! Tu connais l'affaire and please please listen to pierre 🙏🏽

translated: stay safe down there! you know the deal

yngasly Bien sûr, je le ferai grand frère!

translated: ofcourse i will big brother!

yukitsunoda0511 why didnt anyone tell me that if pierre went to alpine you would go there too ☹️😭

yngasly @yukitsunoda0511 awww yukisan, im still gonna be around !! but im gonna miss you lots 🥺

yukierre poor yuki !! he lost his boyfriend and bestfriend !! double divorce 😭😭

yuki22 OMG i never thought this would happened 😭 no more late night cooking vlogs from these two 😭😭

pierregasly

Enstone, England

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pierregasly when they said you have to move to England, i didnt think that meant “bring your sister along�� 😂 lets see what happens 👀

charles_leclerc can’t believe i have to take a plane to see the two of you now 😡

maxverstappen1 you are upset as though you would not see them in the paddock at all

maximilianverstappen MAX DID NOT HOLD BACK 😂

supermax Max out here to remind charles that he is still here

alpinef1team two Gaslys in England we hit the jackpot 😄 Welcome to Enstone Pierre and Yn!

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paulgasly why do i suddenly feel that maybe this was not a good idea 🤔

yngasly it was the best idea ever!! thank you for convincing Papa and Maman ❤️

lorenzotl pierre and yn in England what could go wrong ?

paulgasly this isnt helping enzo 😑

16 February 2023

yngasly

London, England

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yngasly back in london with Pedro ! My Alpine era has begun 💙

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alpinef1team 💙💙💙

yngaslyfans blue always looks good on you 😍

pierregasly you have got to stop with the Pedro

yngasly no never !!

lissiemackintosh looking stunning as ever 🤩

yngasly thank you queen 👑

charles_leclerc just saying red has always been your colour 💃🏼

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pierregasly no it has not ! its always been blue

sharll What is going on in the house of commons 👀

leclerc16 not yn liking charles comment 😳

landonorris why choose red or blue when you know you orange is so much better 🧡

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pierregasly NO Lando!! blue has always been her colour

landonorris has it ? 👀

norris4life not yn liking lando’s comment too

sharll wait im confused i thought charles and her had a thing ?

landino you’re confused ? im flipping confused 😐

28 February 2023

yngasly posted on their story

charles_leclerc posted on their story

5 March 2023

yngasly

Bahrain

liked by charles_leclerc, francisca.cgomes and 792, 628 others

yngasly its lights out and away we go in Bahrain !! New Year, New Team and finally NOT penalty points for Pierre ! 🤩

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pierregasly it was going great till it wasnt 🤦🏼 i hate you 😠

yngasly you love me and what are little sisters for ❤️

charles_leclerc i was having a pretty shit day but this just made it better ❤️🤩 (you should wear the hat all the time) 😉

yngasly anytime charlie boy 😄 we will see about the hat 🤔

alpinef1team 💙

f1fans Yn is brutal!! I love her 😍

pedrogaseoso Falling for Yn was not on my 2023 Bingo Card!

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isahernaez so happy to be back in the paddock with you !! ❤️

yngasly its been too long bestie !! missed you too much 🥺

pierregasly its only been 1 month 🤔

yngasly you don’t understand 1 month is too long 😭

yukitsunoda0511 YAY IM STILL HERE

yngasly i follow the rules!! without you photo dumps are incomplete 😃

landonorris THAT JACKET!!! love it ! wear it all the time 🧡

yngasly maybe i should get a hat to match it *hint hint* 🤭

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sharll she knows what she is doing!! we love a smart girl 😍

landino tbf i dont even think the boys know what is going on

f1fans i have got the popcorn ready !! im so ready for this 🍿

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f1fans NO WAY she just liked my comment !! bestie please tell us what is happening we are dying in suspense 🧐

pedrogaseoso id pay money rn to see the look on pierre’s face when he finds both lando and charles flirting with his baby sister💰

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smoothoperatorrr not carlos and isa joining the drama

f1fans buckle up boys and girls! its gonna be one hella amazing season !! 😍

credits: all pictures are found from pinterest and instagram

a/n: thank you for reading this far !! i didnt expect the first part of The Pitbox Crew to do so well! If you have any suggestions send them to me!! I would love to hear them ◡̈

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aechii · 10 months

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₍⁠₍ RELENTLESS ₎⁠₎

A/N ?! fic numero dos for the day eheheh. an incy wincy bit suggestive mayhaps? idk but enjoy everyone!! next fic will be an smau 🤭 hopefully i get that out by today but no promises

it was quite the honour for [y/n]. yes, she was a widely known stylist, but there was something more substantial knowing that jude would be wearing her combinations (and had personally reached out to her himself, but festering upon that alone gave her mini heart attacks). she knew it was a big opportunity, and her whole body buzzed with excitement as well as anxiety. she had to go out there with something memorable, and rather a feast upon the eyes, and what better person for her paris fashion week debut other than jude bellingham himself?

in a haze, she had (over) hoovered the styling room, wiped down the mirrors, and had set a jug of water and a few cups for her new client. gave herself a small pep-talk in front of one of the hyper-cleaned mirrors, and just as she had finished, she heard her doorbell ring. rushing to the door, she swung it open, revealing the boy dressed casually in a shirt and jeans, yet still looking just as dashing.

he smiled, giving her a small wave, “hey!”

she waved back, returning the greeting before letting him inside, he looked around, admiring the simple, yet warm ambience the room had. he descended into one of the seats, legs anchored upon his knee, “so what have we got planned?”

his questions spurred the stylist, hurrying into the wardrobe to pull out a few ideas she had composed before his arrival. he studied her as discreetly as he could, eyes meandering exactly where they should. [y/n] was gorgeous, no denying that, and jude wanted to… test the waters, if you will.

“wow, there’s… a lot,” jude humoured, watching as the clothing line became packed with over 20 outfits (he was pretty sure he’d lost count after a while). [y/n] sheepishly grinned, pushing the line closer to the mirror, “well, i need many back-up plans. just in case.”

jude perked up an eyebrow, “so you’re saying i’m hard to style?”

he cackled as he watched her eyes widen and she began fumbling over her words.

“no- it’s just- you’re not!”

“it’s okay, i’m just playing with you,” jude reassured, getting up to walk over to where she stood. the stylist wasn’t too short, maybe a couple inches less than him, yet he was over a head taller.

“i understand it’s just… protocol.”

“yes, jude, yes,” her embarrassment was brimming over, and jude couldn’t help but laugh. she eyed him, before unhooking the first outfit, “here. try this one first. i was quite adventurous with it, can’t lie.”

secured by a thin, plastic covering, she gave him an all red suit, with white lace embroidered on the collar. his eyebrows shot up at the vibrance of the outfit, “you weren’t lying.”

he walked into the dressing room, sliding on the trousers that stopped just above his ankle, and was about to look for the shirt when he realised there wasn't one.

“[y/n]?”

her voice sounded more distant, and he figured she went back into the wardrobe, “yeah?”

“there’s no shirt?” he peeked his head out of the curtains in order to hear her well. she didn’t reply for a few seconds, leaving them in a few beats of awkward silence before she mustered up courage to respond, “yeah… do you not like it?”

she walked out of the wardrobe with tentative steps, noticing jude who looked ridiculous with his head poking out of the changing room.

“no, no! just… never mind.”

he slipped back into the room, heaving the blazer over his upper body before straightening it out in front of the mirror. buttoning it up, there was a gap left where his chest peaked through, and he smirked at that. the pairing was great, he could give [y/n] that, but he wasn’t entirely satisfied with this choice.

he slid the curtains open, walking towards the stylist who scrutinised his look carefully. her hands pulled and tugged at the different parts of the clothes, and jude’s breathing became stuttered.

“i’m thinking,” she turned back to the clothing line, surfing through the different options, “something darker, how about that?”

she pulled out a navy blue suit instead, adorned in gold detailing that had jude wondering what its price tag was.

“i agree, definitely,” he took the next outfit from her hands, studying it carefully, “i think that red one would go on you more.”

“you think so?” [y/n] asked, smiling. jude grinned back, “yeah, would be a right sight to see.”

[y/n]’s heart began to beat quicker just as he winked and shuffled back inside the changing room. she wasn’t expecting this at all, jude flirting with her. she’d never really been flirted with, to start, and piquing jude’s interest surprised her to no end.

but that’s how the entire session went. an outfit would be picked, and he’d try it on, just as they made conversation as well. he’d flirted constantly, and [y/n] did it back, albeit awkwardly, but he paid no mind to it. unrelenting, was the best way to describe him, and by the time they had reached the 5th outfit, [y/n] was so sure she had been flirted with enough to last her a lifetime.

“okay so this one, all black louis vuitton with a white scarf to top it all off,” she informed, placing it in his arms. “if this one doesn’t work out then i’m screwed because i have high hopes for it.”

“nah i won’t do that to you, don’t worry,” jude joked and [y/n] snorted back as he went to change.

After a few minutes of shuffling from jude, and phone-surfing from the stylist, the boy’s voice penetrated the quietude, “[y/n], could you help me, please?”

the girl was startled out of her seat, walking towards the changing room, confused, “yeah, with what? are you dressed?”

“the scarf, dunno how to put it on,” he paused for a second, “i’m sure you won’t mind seeing me half naked.”

“jude!” the girl was dumbstruck and it fuelled the boy’s laughter, “i’m joking, you can come inside.”

“i don’t trust you.”

“no, really, i’m dressed, now can you please help me?”

“you can come out here then.”

he submitted, shoving the curtains open as he held the white scarf in his hand.

“how am i supposed to wear this?”

“give it here,” jude placed it in her palm, and she opened it out before folding it into a triangle, “move closer jude, i don’t bite.”

“i wouldn’t mind that.”

[y/n] freezed, before shooting him an unimpressed glare, “you need to stop.”

“i love seeing you flustered, so why should i?”

she ignored his remark, standing on the tips of her feet to tie the scarf around his neck.

“it’s not too tight, is it?”

he took some time to reply, “no, you’re good.”

she placed her feet back flat on the floor, eyes exploring the finished look. he looked completely breathtaking, and her lips morph into a wide smile.

“you look amazing,” she praised, straightening out his black coat before turning the scarf a bit to smooth out the creases.

“all you, babe.”

“babe?” she looked at him inquisitively, crossing her arms.

“you don’t like it?”

no reply.

“thought so. is friday good?”

what?

“for what exactly, jude?”

“i’m taking you out, on a date.”

#work de aechii 🫧#jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagines #jude bellingham angst #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham romance #jude bellingham #jude bellingham headcanons #jude bellingham fanfic #borussia dortmund #football imagines #footballer x reader #footballer x you

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homeofatlas · 3 months

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Five Times You Almost Kissed Elisa And The One Time She Kissed You

Authors note: I’ve been trying to write this all week between exams and summatives but it's finally here. Side note i miss you in french is tu me manques which means you’re missing from me and i think that’s super cute so keep that in mind. Hope y'all enjoy this and your weekends!

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The first time:

You’ve been on the team for about a year now. You were signed because of your impressive scores and how well you’d communicated and fit in with the team. You’d become an asset to the team in such a short time, it felt like you’d been there forever. The girls were a family and they welcomed you into it with open arms. While you loved all of them, you’d always been slightly on the fence with a certain defender. She was beautiful, charming, and aggressive on the field, all things you found endearing. You’d been infatuated with her since the moment you’d first laid eyes on her. It didn’t help that every time you talked to her you found you had more in common. Her sense of humour matched yours perfectly and you’d never felt anything like what you feel with her before. When people talk about ‘knowing’ you’re sure this is what they mean. The only problem? You aren’t sure she feels the same way, in fact you’re almost certain she doesn’t. It frustrates you endlessly how you have these great moments together and she doesn’t seem to pick up on the fact that it’s you she belongs with. One time while over dinner she expressed she felt it had been so long since her last relationship that she felt lonely and wondered when she would find someone. All you’d wanted to do was scream the right person was sitting right in front of her. If you she’d give you a chance. But your relationship with her was too precious to blow up over romantic feelings. What if you’re wrong and it doesn’t work out? Then you’ve lost her and the relationship. You couldn’t risk it.

There were times during practice games where you and elisa got put on opposing teams creating a healthy competition between you two. Sometimes this involved purposely aggravating her, trash talking, and the occasional trip which had either of you eating dirt. It excited you to see Elisa riled up in some way without compromising your relationship. There were times afterwards when you were both breathing hard and looking at each other intensely that you thought she could feel the electricity between you two. But at the end she’d throw her arm over your shoulder and laugh about what a good friend you were to put up with how aggressive she was. All of this was a part of a larger joke and amused both of you during ‘boring’ days.

Today was one of those days. The sky was grey and getting darker by the minute but coach had you put on the coloured jerseys and get out onto the field to practise a defensive strategy he had come up with earlier. When put onto opposing teams you and elisa played this game. When you were put together your team almost always won because of how powerful you were together. Standing on opposing sides of the field you caught her eye and saw the competitive gleam there. Even if it was going to rain today, you would have some fun with her.

Staring off in your positions you eye each other making sure you both know the game is on. You warm up by getting a little too close when guarding her and making challenging faces at her. She tries to pull the aggressive pushes she uses on the field but you know her too well and dodge them everytime. After a while it begins to lightly rain, not enough to impair the game but enough to make the ground wet.

As the ball gets kicked into your side of the field you begin to chase after it trying to move it away with elisa right behind you. You can feel her getting closer and as you begin to fake right to go left she goes left, her foot coming out to steal the ball accidentally trips you and she tries to grab you as you fall but end up taking her with you.

Heavily breathing with rain pattering on your face and all around you, you look up to see Elisa hovering on top of you, her eyes scanning your face for any injuries. Her left arm is to the side of your head propping her up and her right hand is cradling your head so it didn't hit the ground as you fell. The sight of her concerned face and her scent this close to you makes you dizzy. Whether the wind has been knocked out of you because of the fall or because you’re looking at her this close to you, you don’t know. You feel like you’re going cross eyed looking at her this close.

“You okay?” She whispers in her heavy french accent.

Your eyes flicker to hers and she stares down deep into yours. You feel her intake of breath above you pushing her lower half closer to you.

“Yeah” You breathe back to her.

It feels like she’s moving closer to you but maybe your depth perception is off and the rain is hitting your skin cooling you down but Elisas body heat is warming you up and distantly you can hear the other girls calling your names and running over to you to make sure you’re okay but right now your world consists of only you and her. Her hand moves from cradling your head and she drags her warm hand down your cheek, her thumb coming to rest on the side of your nose before going to swipe it across your cheek. All of sudden you can feel a set of hands on your shoulders and arms pulling you up and away from Elisa. You can hear Sakina berating her for playing too hard in bad conditions but you can't hear her defending herself. She must feel guilty, you think to yourself. The girls crowd around asking if you’re okay. But all you can see is Elisa and how her back is turned to you and her side is covered in dirt. Turning to walk towards the benches you take what feels like your first breath since falling. As you walk away you wonder if she felt what you did between you two on the field.

The Second Time:

It happens again when you and Elisa are meeting up to carpool with Sakina for a day outing. Elisa shows up on time but uncharacteristically you both get texts from Sakina stating she’ll be about 20 minutes late. Left to yourselves you turn to grab a glass of water when you hear Elisa begin to move away from where she was positioned at the door. She moves toward the piano you have in your living room. You had hoped buying one would entice you to play it more often but often it sits there unused.

“You play?” She asks, trailing her fingers along the keys.

“I used to. I rarely feel like playing these days though.” You walk over to the piano bench and settle on it before patting the spot beside you where she fits in.

“Can you play?” You ask.

“Non, I wanted to but I was always too busy with football to commit to an instrument.”

You nod your head.

“I wasn’t very good when I did play consistently, my hands aren’t big enough to make a lot of songs easy to play.”

“I’m sure they aren’t that small.” She responds.

“I mean I can do things with them just not play the piano the best it could be played, you know?”

She gives you a look before gesturing to your hands to give them to her. You move your hands over to her and turn to face her. She inspects your hands and turns them over in her own warm palms before splaying her hand out in between you. You splay your hand out over hers and see how your fingers come up to just below her last knuckle. You both lean in to look at your two hands and make eye contact.

“Guess your hand isn’t as big as I thought it was.”

“So you think about my hands?”

“I mean how do you even get anything done with hands that small.”

“You lay off my hands, I do things just fine with them!”

“Not play the piano apparently.” She smirks at her own joke. You narrow your eyes at her before realizing how close you are to her again. This close you can see the sunspots on her nose and her textured skin. Your nostrils flare slightly. She looks into your eyes, challenging you. You shake your head. You see her eyes flicker to a strand of hair that’s fallen into your face. Without a second passing she reaches up to brush it away from your face tracing your cheek as she goes to tuck it behind your ear. She looks back into your eyes and they flicker down to your lips, at least you think they do. Your breath hitches. You begin to lean in slightly and so does she when there’s a knock at the door. You both exhale and deflate. You look at her again to see her eyes scrunched up and she’s getting up off the bench and going towards the door. You can hear your phone buzzing, no doubt Sakina phoning you to tell you to let her in. You love the girl but right now she is not your best friend. All you’re thinking about is did that really just almost happen, again?

The Third Time:

The third time you were out on the field in the middle of the game guarding some player from Ajax when she elbowed you and caused you to stumble slightly before you got back up and kept running after her. She’d been harassing you the whole game, pissing you off more and more every time. Each time you cradled your stomach or winced you saw Elisa looking over at you to make sure you were alright. She’d come up to you and asked if you were alright at least 3 times now. These reassurances weren’t enough to keep her from shooting daggers at the Ajax player though. If looks could kill the Ajax player would be six feet under.

But when she tripped you purposely causing you to have to sit out for the rest of the game Elisa was brutal towards her. Cutting her off at every pass, running faster than her, and never letting anyone near the net she was on fire. Finally the Ajax player became fed up with it and decided to take matters into her own hands. She and one of her other team mates used Elisas strength and aggressiveness against her by getting her to awkwardly on her foot.

You immediately stood up from the bench and ran to help her limp back to the locker room as there was no way she’d be able to play for the rest of the night. You hoped the referee would red card her but figured it was unlikely as she hadn’t been yellow carded for putting you out of the game either. You helped to settle her into the a chair as you waited for the teams medic to come and check elisa out. You hold her hand tightly knowing how much pain she’s in but clearly trying to put on a brave face.

“How are you feeling?” You ask, trying not to be obvious you know how she’s feeling.

“Frustrated, angry, and i’m in pain! She shouldn’t be allowed to injure you and me without repercussions.” She exaggerates with her hands breaking out into a flurry of fast french.

“You know you could have left her alone, you didn’t need to be so aggressive with her.”

“She hurt you, she put you out of the game, that’s not okay”

“I know but sometimes that’s how the game is babe,” You begin to rub soothing circles on her shoulder. “How many times have you put someone out with how aggressive you are?”

She guiltily lowers her gaze to the floor.

It’s quiet in the room for a few seconds before you feel her sigh and kneel down to be eye level with her.

“Elisa talk to me.” You try to reason with her.

As she looks at you, you can see the ring of red around her eyes indicating how stressed out she is.

“I just don't like seeing you hurt.” Her voice cracks. “Remember when I accidentally tripped you during the practice game? I felt sick to my stomach knowing I'd hurt you. I never want to hurt you Y/N.”

Little does she know she breaks your heart a little more every day you can’t be with her. Your faces are close together after her confession. You reach up to push her hair which had been falling in her face to the side again. You see her big wide brown eyes staring at you and you lean in to knock your forehead against hers. An action you save solely for when you feel words aren’t enough to express yourself in the moment. It’s hard for you to be intimate like this with her knowing you can’t have it all the time, which is why you make the most of these moments. You can feel her shift to knock your noses together. The closest you’ve ever gotten. Your eyes shut and you can feel her breath on your face and her eyelashes tickling your cheek. You slowly begin to move in and maybe she does too when you hear the door begin to open causing you to inhale sharply and pull back before standing up next to elisa again like you had been before. While nothing happened and you had leaned your forehead on hers before it had never gone on for that long or felt so close to being what you wanted it to be. You and Elisa barely met each other's eye for the rest of the night. What the hell was going on, you wondered.

The fourth time:

It was after a team dinner where everyone had had a good time full of laughter and stories of old games, the victories and the funny failures. You loved seeing the team this way, so open and relaxed. Additionally you loved to see their outfits outside of their uniforms you all wore everyday to work. Elisa was dressed up in a collared shirt with smart slacks. By the end of the dinner a button or two had come down and she’d rolled the sleeves up. With all the good food and wine flowing through you you found yourself leaning into her space when laughing more often than usual. You bumped your head into her shoulder and smiled at her brightly whenever she looked your way. All you wanted was to have her eyes on you.

As she talked to the other girls scattered around the table you found yourself grasping for her hand to take and hold to have some piece of her. You were usually a touchy person so it wasn’t completely out of the norm for you to begin tracing Elisas hands and sliding your fingers through hers. Now you knew they were bigger than yours, you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the moment between you two at the piano. The thought of what might have happened kept you awake at night, thinking about her proximity, her warm hands on yours, how she brushed your hair away from your face. A shiver went down your spine thinking about it.

Elisa glances towards you with the movement. She goes to retrieve her blazer from the back of her seat and gives it to you. You wrap the jacket around your shoulders and sit back and watch Elisa smile and joke with the woman across from her. In the ambient lighting of the restaurant she looks golden. Small rays of light gracing her face as though the sun was reaching out to touch her. The sun was Icarus and Elisa was the sun. Perhaps you were Icarus in your own mission to touch her but you’d endure the burn of the wax for a moment to be warmed by her.

Falling back to earth you hear Elisa saying something to you.

“Are you ready to go?” She lowers her voice and gaze to speak to you slowly.

“Yeah.” You can’t look away from the light dancing on her face. It makes you sick to think someone can be this beautiful and you can’t have her. She’s everything to you. Definitely time to go home.

As you gather your things and make the rounds saying goodbye you and Elisa walk in a contented silence back to her car. Luckily Elisa had volunteered to pick you up and be the designated driver so you could enjoy tonight. As you slide into the passenger seat you’re almost lulled to sleep by the fluid motion of the car. Neither of you speak, exhausted from the party with so many people. This is one of your favourite parts about Elisa, she always knows when you do and don’t want to talk. She reads you so flawlessly it’s a miracle she hasn’t discovered your crush on her by now.

She silently pulls into the garage of your apartment and unlocks the door. The issue is you don’t want to go. Sure you hadn’t been in the middle of a conversation but you don’t want to leave this weighted content silence. Elisa relaxes back into the seat and looks over at you. You think she doesn’t want to leave either but you’re sure she’s tired and you’re projecting. You try to prolong the night.

“I don't want to go.” You sigh. “I’ll have to walk all the way to the elevator and then to my apartment then open the door then put my things away. I’m too tired for that.” Your head rolls over towards her.

The radio plays softly between you.

She smiles lazily at you as if she’d peel a clementine for you if you asked. Of course she’ll walk you to your apartment and make sure you get in and give you someone to lean on in the elevator. That's who she is. It’s heartbreaking.

“I’ll come with you, come on.” She pats your leg and gets out of the car as you heave yourself out of your seat and into the cold air of the garage. Elisa extends an arm for you to slip under and you walk towards the elevator and then wait for it. Once there she presses the number for the floor and you lean your head on her shoulder. She allows her head to rest on yours until you reach your floor. She walks you to your door and wrestles with your key to get it open.

Cursing she throws the key down onto your side table stepping into the hall entrance way.

“I don't know why you don’t get those locks changed, I know you have the money to do it.” She looks at you.

“Sure I could change them but where’s the charm in not struggling to get into a place I pay rent for. I think it gives the place character.” You smile charmingly at her and step out of your shoes.

She rolls her eyes and looks back towards the doorway. You hand her back her blazer and your eyes linger on each other as if to say, what now? We feel unfinished. You lean up to give her a hug which lingers for too long to be strictly platonic. Her arms curl around your waist and yours around her neck. As you begin to pull away your cheek brushes on hers. You stop close enough where she could lean in if she wanted too. You breathe in sync for a couple seconds. Sex is great but if you could stay here breathing with her forever you would never be more intimate. You begin to hesitate, if she was going to lean in she would have done it by now. Her grip loosens and she pulls away. Her stormy expression confuses you and she quickly shakes it away. Giving you a small smile and wave before turning to leave the apartment and closing the front door behind her. Trailing after her you lean your forehead against the cool door. What are you doing, you wonder.

The fifth time:

After everything had happened things cooled down for a bit. You barely had time to do everything in the day with all the training you were doing. Times with Elisa became sparse and while you two tried to make plans things always kept coming up. It felt like the world had given you your chances and you’d missed it. Whenever you two had begun to have another moment you’d always gotten cut off or the moment wasn’t right. Just when there’d been a lull in your training schedules for the christmas break you’d thought you’d see more only for her to tell you she was going skiing all break with her family. You loved that family was so important to her but you were feeling very frustrated at this point. She always seemed to side step the topic when you tried to bring it up. Three weeks of little to no time spent with her and two weeks without her at all would be your own personal hell but if it meant at the end you could work things out it would be worth it. You were still confused over the last time you had almost kissed. Her stormy expression hadn’t left your mind for weeks. You were concerned she didn’t really feel the same way you felt and you’d been making up the moments all along in your head.

The break passed with sporadic messages as she didn’t have great cellphone reception in the mountains. You visited family and mostly tried to complete a few errands you’d been putting off with your busy schedule. Your apartment had felt so empty without the person who was usually hanging out with you. It no longer felt like home as much as it did when she was there. You wondered what she was doing when you were folding laundry and loading the dishwasher. You thought about her while brushing your teeth and hanging up sweaters. You’d become so used to her presence you didn’t know how to be without her.

On the first morning back to practice from break you were the first one to arrive. You set your bag back into your stall finally ready to go back to your routine. Slowly more of the team began to file in and grumbled about the early morning practices. You watched the door for Elisa. She’d flown in early yesterday morning and texted you back when she was on french soil. Since then you’d been on edge for the next time you saw her. Your ears picked up on her familiar french lilt speaking to someone coming down the hallway before entering the change room. Her and Sakina parted ways to go to their cubbies but when you saw her enter she immediately began to scan the room for you. Landing on you, she began to make her way to you. She set down her bag on a bench before coming over to where you had already changed into your uniform.

Before that moment you had pledged to yourself you were going to play it cool and act like it had been a normal break where you had not thought about her all day and night since you last saw her. But when she was standing in front of you, it took everything not to fall to your knees. You’d forgotten how much her presence affected you and made you weak in the knees. Your arm extends without you thinking about it and she comes in to hug you so hard you feel like you can’t breathe. Or maybe you’re hugging her so hard you can’t breathe. Either way it feels like you can’t be close enough to her. It feels like you’ve taken your first breath of air since you last saw her. There’s no way the way you love her is normal. You stay locked against her until you can see the other girls begin to file out. Elisa gently rocks you in her arms whispering small “I missed yous” in your ear while petting your hair and pressing her face to the side of your head. Slowly you recover and begin to untangle yourself from her. She doesn’t let you away though. She pulls her hands to your face and pulls your forehead against hers. Gently she nudges your noses against each other.

You might cry if she doesn’t stop. Being this close to her after so much time away makes you sick in the best way. You’re flushed with desire for her. You yearn for her.

Cupping your cheeks she pulls away to look in your eyes.

“We have to talk.” She whispers gazing deeply into your eyes. Her eyes flicker to each of yours as if searching for something.

You nod as much as you can.

“Can we go to yours after practice?” She asks.

“Yeah.” You try not to let your voice crack.

“Okay.” Her face breaks out into a small smile. She dips down leaving a kiss on your cheek before turning to go to her stall and change. You grab your water and walk down the tunnel to the field. You can’t be around her anymore, your head is starting to hurt. Today was going to be a long day.

The sixth time:

You’d been practically electric all day. It felt like someone had electrocuted you with a ton of energy and you had nowhere to put it. Comparatively, you also hadn’t been able to focus on much of anything today instead of being hyper aware of where Elisa was at all moments. Positioning yourself so she was always in your line of sight helped you breathe a little easier. Still you and she kept away from each other for the most parts of the day, only coming together to stand beside each other silently. Nothing needed to be said, you both knew what needed to happen was going to happen tonight whether it was what you wanted or not. By the time coach whistled and let you go you were dragging your feet from how tired you were and your stomach began to tie itself into knots.

Changing quickly you leave and see Elisa follow suit trailing two steps behind you in the hallway to the parking lot. Since you came in different cars that morning she’d have to follow you back to your apartment. Getting in your car you drive home watching your rear view in case for some reason Elisas car magically disappeared off the road. As you pull into the garage and grab your bag from the back seat you watch Elisa do the same and fall into step with you towards the elevator. As you wait for the elevator you can feel her shoulder pressing into yours, below that you can feel fingers interlacing with yours. You look down and then up to see her giving you a small smile as the door dings open signaling its arrival. You smile back and the cramp in your stomach loosens a little. Walking to your apartment from the elevator feels the longest it ever has. Now is the last time you’ll be able to imagine what’ll happen once you’re in there. Fighting with the lock to get it to open you finally get the door open while Elisa sighs and shakes her head.

“Don’t even say it, I know what you’re thinking.” You threaten as you drop your things.

“I didn’t say a thing.” She puts her hands in the air to simulate surrender.

“Didn’t have to, I could feel it radiating off of you.”

“Well that’s not my fault. I can’t control that.” She replies, placing her things down gently next to yours.

Standing in your apartment now it feels so real. Months of dancing around each other leading up to this moment. You stand there feeling naked under her gaze. Sometimes you swear she can see right through you. This heavy silence feels almost suffocating. Elisa always knows how to break the tension though.

“Can I use your shower? I changed really fast at the stadium and didn't get a chance to wash off today.”

“Yeah totally.” You shake yourself out of your daze. “You know where the bathroom is and there’s towels in the cupboard on your left.”

She smiles and begins to walk down the hallway. You aren’t worried, you have all night to talk. But it's eating away at you slowly. Turning on some music you can hear the shower begin to run. Music will help distract from the fact that you’re about to have a conversation which might make or break your relationship. Spinning around your kitchen you begin to heat up the water while you prepare the other ingredients for D/Y/C (Dinner of Your Choice). You begin to hum along to the music and move your head as you chop up the ingredients. You begin to lose yourself in the act of cooking becoming so intensely focused on it so as not to think of anything else. By the time you zone back in you realize you can’t hear the shower running anymore. Glancing behind you to see if Elisas comes out you startle seeing her leaning against the wall and watching you. Her wet hair creates small water marks on the collar of her shirt.

“You scared me, I didn't hear the shower turn off.” You say.

“Sorry, you seemed into the cooking and I didn’t want to scare you while you were holding a knife.” She shrugs and pushes off the wall. “Plus, I like watching you do your own thing.” She begins to make her way closer to you.

Stopping beside you she looks over and you know it’s time to talk. You turn the heat down on the stove and turn to face her with your arms crossed, almost hugging yourself. She inhales as if she’s going to say something but you cut her off.

“Can I say something first?”

She nods.

“I….” The words die on your tongue but you have to force them out. You swallow. Leap of faith. “I like you. I really like you, I have for a while now. I like everything about you, even the bits that kind of drive me nuts. I love watching movies, and going on walks, competing, and laughing with you. It never feels like a moment is wasted between us. No matter what happens or what you have to say, know you made my world bigger and brighter since you’ve come into my life.” You sigh with a long exhale.

Elisas smile gradually got bigger the more you spoke.

“Cherie, did you honestly think I would say anything but the same back?” She places a hand on your back. “I haven’t been able to get you off my mind since we met. My world is infinitely better with you in it. Over the break I looked out the window and saw these beautiful mountains and all I could think of was how much I wanted you to be there next to me looking at them too. Nothing seems half as beautiful without you.”

Her hands travel up to cup your cheeks. You feel so relieved she feels the same way your shoulders sag with relief. You look into her shining eyes. This moment is where you’d like to stay forever. Safe in her arms with all her concentration on you. Her wide smile is your favourite sight in the whole world. You can see her thinking though.

“What?” You ask.

“Can I finally kiss you now?” She asks.

“Yes.” You smile leaning in.

And she kisses you.

#elisa de almeida #elisa de almeida x reader #woso x reader #this took so long #i never edit anything im so sorry #everyone say thank you to the tiktok editors who were on the new elisa content like white on rice #wlw #élisa de almeida

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copias-girl · 1 year

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hi!! i just had to share this … religious sign i found at the thrift store earlier today. it made me think of your version of copia right away - i feel like he would totally show it to reader and be like, “sorella, look!” and kinda chuckle about it but then she would get him all flustered :) + bonus points for the religious sacrilege of it all!!

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“Sorella, look!” Copia shyly chuckled, daring to point out the sign on the shelf. He felt at ease with you, wanting to make a funny little joke.

Your gaze followed the direction in which his gloved hand was pointing, eyes widened when you read the inspirational sign.

When life gets too hard to stand.. kneel

A sly little smirk tugged at the corners of your lips. Did Copia just make a dirty joke? Was your sweet, shy, timid, stuttering little Cardinal being naughty?

Your hands danced along his shoulders briefly before your fingertips trailed lower lower lower, down his chest and stomach and finally resting on his upper thighs as you slowly sank to your knees.

“Like this, Cardinal?” You asked coyly, your big doe eyes staring up at the man coquettishly. Check mate.

Copia’s eyes widened, his cheeks flushing a furious shade of crimson, feeling light-headed and weak in the knees at the sight of you on your knees before him.

“Am I kneeling properly, Your Eminence? Shall I pray? Beg for forgiveness?” You continued, gazing up at him through your lashes as you nuzzled your cheek against the front of his cassock, satisfied when you felt his long, stiff cock twitch against your face.

“S-S-Sorella! I-I-” Copia stammered, stealing a panicked glance around as he suddenly remembered that the two of you were in the middle of a damn department store.

“Bless me, Cardinal, for I am… currently sinning.” You bit your lip, snaking your hands under his cassock to squeeze at his thighs. “But I think you are too, you little pervert.”

“P-please, Sorella, I-I-I’m s-sorry-!” Copia begged quietly, internally battling with his body’s urge to thrust against your face.

“Do you often think of me on my knees, you dirty old man?” You chastised him with a kittenish smirk. “Shame on you. A man of your age, of your status, wanting to take advantage of a sweet young thing like me.”

“I-I c-can’t help it, S-Sorella please, ehm, I- w-well, t-t-tu sei c-c-così bella, and- eh, w-well-” Copia stuttered, his kissable lips flushed red.

“Perhaps it’s you who should kneel and ask for forgiveness, Rat.” You hummed thoughtfully, your fingers trailing higher, higher, ghosting against the large bulge in his pants while you continued to accidentally-on-purpose rub your face against it. You relished in the feeling of the heat emanating from his heavy cock, and you just knew the pathetic man was leaking precum like a faucet.

The Cardinal gasped, his hands instinctively flying up to tangle his gloved fingers in your hair, stroking your cheek. “Sorella, per piacere..! I-I can’t.. If y-you keep- I’m going to-”

And just like that, you stood, withdrawing from all physical contact. Copia let out a shaky exhale, dizzily leaning back against one of the shelves as his head spun. It felt as though all the blood in his head had rushed to his cock, leaving him off-balance and seeing stars.

The poor little mouse flinched as you closed the gap between you once more, pinning him up against the shelf, crowding him so closely that the tips of your noses were brushing together.

“You’re going to what? Cum in the middle of a store?” You scoffed, your lips ghosting over his. “How obscene, Cardinal.” You couldn’t help but nip at his plump lower lip, smirking at the way his lips immediately parted, silently begging for you to kiss him but too terribly shy to do it himself.

You humoured the poor man for a moment, licking into his mouth while he panted out pitiful little moans, his thin moustache tickling your face.

Suddenly, you pulled away, spinning around like nothing had happened, leaving Copia desperate for more. When he had partially regained some of his senses, his mismatched eyes widened at the sight of you putting that sign into the shopping cart.

“S-Sorella, w-w-what- what are you-” The Cardinal nervously stammered, wringing his hands.

“I think this will make a lovely addition to the abbey. It’ll serve to remind us of some of our… key values.” You stated simply. “Thank you for pointing it out, Cardinal.” You smiled sweetly, offering your hand to him as the both of you made your way to the register.

Copia sighed, all worked up and on edge once again. He couldn’t wait to get back to the ministry. Maybe then you’d… Perhaps you’d finally…

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I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!!

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going-to-ikea-for-the-fries · 27 days

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Legend: G -> General Audiences M -> Mature (violence, gore, abuse) E -> Explicit (smut!) DEAD DOVE -> Read the tags carefully

> FIC MASTERLIST <

Mi Querida Esposa || best friend to lovers! | G | fluff | "Amor a Alejandro" challenge |

Tu Querido Esposo (follow up on the one above ^) | G | fluff + funny |

Who wears the pants. || husband!John | E | smut | DEAD DOVE |

Confidence. || young!John | E | smut |

Three. Four. Five. || toxic!husband!John | E | smut , humour | "O, Captain!" challenge |

Lost in Ikea. || strangers! | G | hurt/comfort | "O, Captain!" challenge |

Temporary Fix. || skirt chaser!Johnny x fat!reader | E | smut | DEAD DOVE

Talk. || baby daddy!Kyle | M~ | fluff | DEAD DOVE |

Bereavement || Ghost | M | angst |

Sleep. || Ghost x f!reader | G | fluff , angst |

Boxing AU || Ghost x Soap | M | fluff |

Ojalá || stripper!Ghost x f!reader | E | smut~ |

> COMING SOON <

Don't cry. || rogue!Nikto x fat f!reader | M > E | dark | DEAD DOVE |

> HEADCANONS <

Simon is a natural caretaker | G | fluff |

When you're feeling sick. | G | fluff |

Ghost as the 141 Captain. | M | angst |

Ghost's Skull | M | angst | DEAD DOVE |

The 141 Shopping | G | crack / humour |

The 141 on Holiday | G | crack / fluff |

#ikea writes 💚#masterlist #blog housekeeping

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mischiefmanaged71 · 1 year

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The Great War (10/10)

Summary: After landing in a place he has no idea about, Tom comes across someone who can finally help him get back to Manchester

Pairing: Tom Bennett x fem! reader

Six months later...

Laughter echoed in the Bennett house, the whistle of the kettle in the background as the two ladies of the house reminisced over the past. More specifically a particular photograph concerning one young Tom Bennett and an adorable pair of overalls.

Y/N sipped at her tea, pouring over the photographs when Lois suddenly cut her attention short with a request, given that Y/N spoke several languages. The woman had always been intrigued in learning new languages, taking interest in the people around her. Y/N spoke her first tongue, French, as well as, Spanish, English and certainly some Italian, having lived and travelled to the countries.

"J'aime chanter et danser presque tous les jours." (I love to sing and dance most days.)

Lois repeated it back, and Y/N smiled at her pronunciation, correcting her where necessary.

"Ton frère était le plus adorable quand il était plus jeune." (Your brother was most adorable when he was younger.)

Lois grinned, "What does that mean?"

"Your brother was very adorable when he was young." She chuckled, looking over the photograph as Lois scoffed, her own smile stifled.

"Right. This was before he learnt what he could get away with. Cheeky bastard.” both women laughed.

Lois wandered to the window, preparing something while Y/N found herself fondly standing over the photographs spilled across the bench. Many of Tom and Lois over the years, a few featuring their parents. Tom shared his father's height, but he got his blonde hair from his mother. She hummed, a soft smile on her face before a pair of arms snaked around her waist. She gasped before relaxing in her partner's familiar touch.

"Hello, love." He murmured in her ear as she sighed. Tom pressed a kiss to her temple, caressing her waist.

"You frightened me."

"Sorry." He murmured, although a chuckle followed.

"Je l'excuse parce que tu es beau, mon amour." (I'll excuse it because you're handsome, my love.)

"What does that mean?" Tom stared at her, waiting for her to translate as she wore a teasing smile on her lips. Lois laughed from her spot at the sink, finding humour as he chased an answer.

"Nothing of consequence."

He hummed, pressing a kiss to the side of her head as he took the seat next to her. “And I’m none the wiser. Maybe I should learn French.”

She giggled, while Tom raised his eyebrows “Why not? You can teach me. I promise I’m a good student.” he murmured.

She finally turned to him, eyebrows raised in challenge at the comment as he glanced from her eyes to her lips. Y/N breathed a laugh and sipped her tea. A shiver ran along her skin as he snuck an arm around her waist. The expecting air and challenge in his eyes tore her from the drink as she conceded.

“Fine. Votre première leçon commence par une question simple.“ (Your first lesson begins with a simple question.)

A smirk lined her lips as she flickered from Tom’s entranced look to Lois’ smile that withheld a laugh.

“Suis-je la plus belle femme que vous ayez rencontrée?” (Am I the most beautiful woman you’ve ever met?)

“Oui.” he replied, “The only one in my eyes.”

Her eyes fluttered in recognition of his words as a smile grew on his lips. Y/N felt her cheeks flush as she

“How did I do?”

“Excellent, beau.” she smiled, brushing her hand over his cheek before she pressed a kiss there. His heart warmed at the familiar nickname which settled in his list of favourite words.

“I should go to work.” she announced to them both, “I’ll drop by again tomorrow, if that’s okay?”

“Of course, you’re always welcome.” Lois smiled, “Besides, I don’t think anything could stop this fella from bringing you by.” she winked.

Y/N joined in, a chuckle falling from her mouth as she wandered to the doorway for her coat. A hand wandered at her waist and she looked up at Tom. He stood close to her, his lips pressed against her cheek before he helped with her coat. A thank you fell from her lips as she looked up at him, their feet travelling to the doorway for a bit of privacy.

He scanned her face, studying her eyes and lips closely as if she would soon disappear from his sight. She felt the brush of his fingers on her jaw before he leaned down and pressed his lips against her’s in a soft kiss that always managed to leave her breathless. It stole the air from her lungs as she fell, absorbed in the moment. In him.

His thumb caressed her cheek, sending shivers along her neck as she breathed him in. For a moment, she swore that she wouldn’t make it to work on time that morning, but they broke for air.

“I have to go now.” she whispered.

He responded, a small smile on his lips, “I know. I’ll see you.”

“Tomorrow.” she smiled, unwrapping herself from his arms to exit the door. He watched her leave, a warm feeling in his chest tracing back to her. Tom walked back into the living space, meeting the knowing smirk of his younger sister.

“What, Lois?”

“Nothing.” she chided, “Although, I do wonder how long you’re going to drag this out. You know, before you ask her.”

“Ask her what?” he repeated.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about!” Lois stared at him in bewilderment, “You'd be daft not to put a ring on her finger. She took a bullet for you. She left her home to be here with you. If that doesn’t spell out wife, I don’t know what does.”

Tom simply sighed, having thought over it numerous times in his head already without her discussion. He wasn’t going to do it out on a limb. If he were going to ask her, it would be special. Something deserving of her character and devotion. He admitted to himself, he had thought what it would be like together from that moment she handed him the ring in France. The thought returned a couple months post their arrival in Manchester, and a few other times across their relationship.

“I-” He sighed, a silence following - something Lois was not too familiar with with Tom. “I want it to be special when I ask her, Lois. It’s the least she deserves.”

Her face softened in understanding, “Oh. Well, I agree.”

“What’ve you got in mind?” she asked.

***

The crisp saltiness of the seas hit her nose, the breeze flowing through her hair as Y/N stepped onto the beach. The sand was coarse beneath her feet as she relished in the calming view of the tides washing over the shore. She felt at ease, glancing at Tom who waited for her with an eager look.

“That look in your eyes can't mean anything good.” she remarked, nothing that look in her eyes as he smirked.

"What?" He gaped mockingly, "What're talkin' bout, love? I've got nothing to hide."

Y/N hummed, narrowing her eyes at the man as she stepped closer, "Yes. But I've come to this new founded skill with time. To be able to read you. Now, what is it?"

“Just take my hand.” Tom pleaded, rolling his eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me.” she narrows her eyes playfully, a laugh bubbling in her throat.

"I wouldn't dare." He smirked, coughing as she smacked his arm in retaliation.

"Ow, okay. Okay." He laughed, tugging her into his side. His other hand holding his shoes as they walked along the beach aimlessly. Her attention fell to the horizon, the sun resting behind the clouds. Although, it was slightly visible on this particular day, illuminating the town in a soft warm glow.

"I am glad you brought me here if it's for that view. It's beautiful."

"It is." He agreed. Tom wasn't looking at the view, of course, fixated on the ethereal woman at his side.

"What'd you think of Manchester, now that you've had time to experience it?" He posed to her. "Has your opinion been swayed at all?"

She hummed, listing off various things, "I still do enjoy the beach. And that lovely bookstore next to my apartment. The cafe by the corner of Shortidge Avenue that stock those delicious cupcakes."

A soft smile crossed her face, "I have a lot to be grateful for. Most people are not so fortunate to be able to start over."

Her eyes glistened with unfallen tears, thoughts of her family and country flooding her brain.

She glanced at him, "You know I'm grateful for you, most of all. You always say that I saved you, but I rather think we saved each other."

Tom exhaled, "You are so deserve everything here, and so much more." He murmured, brushing the hair that fluttered in her face.

"And I would show you it and everything else. Even if to make you understand how wonderful you are. How important you've become-in my life."

He continued, chuckling despite the feeling of his throat swallowing his words. "You've got so much to offer to the world, that I feel grateful to know you and the incredible person you are. I knew that from the moment I met you. In truth."

Her chest rose and fell in tandem with his words. "And you mean all of that?"

"Every word." Tom promised to her, bringing their clasped hands between them. "I promise to cherish and love you, if you'll let me."

"That's all I want."

Tom held her gaze, his free hand wandering into his pocket, "And now?"

Y/N's eyes widened as she caught a glimpse of the ring. Her mother's own ring that she gave to him to hold onto.

"Have you had that this whole time?" She gasped, her voice but a whisper.

"Been holding onto it for few weeks now." He confessed, holding the box in her sight. Her eyes glistened with tears as he knelt on the sand in front of her. A sad smile grew on her face as she felt her heart stutter.

"I didn't know when I would ask, but I couldn't wait any longer. You never have to fear that you’re losing me. I don't plan on going very far. Not ever." He repeated, "I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I don't care where we live or what we do as long as we're together."

Then he asked the anticipated question, reciting her name "Will you marry me?"

She felt her heart soar as she nodded eagerly. "Yes."

A grin grew on her lips as he delicately slid the ring on her finger, and Y/N pulled him into a tight embrace. Tears fell down her face as she nestled her face into his shoulder, lacing her hands around the back of his neck. Tom held her against his chest, his arms captured around her waist.

"I hope those are tears of joy, love."

Her laugh was murmured into his neck as she pressed a kiss on his jaw. "Of course they are."

"This feels like a dream that I don’t ever want to wake up from.” she whispered.

"I can reassure it's very real." He murmured into her mouth, capturing her lips in a sweet kiss. It was all consuming, a warm embrace that captured the moment.