GIGI HADID.
VIA HER INSTAGRAM HANDLE. | 26TH APRIL 2024.
independent | est. 2025 | activity varies muses pinned by 𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐚 . 28 . CET . mature themes can occur on this blog ! . 21+
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a plot where muse a receives the wedding invitation for muse b’s wedding , but finds out that in the back of the invitation there is a handwritten note saying ‘ i’m getting married to someone else , but you’re the true love of my life ’ . i live for this type of angst .
céleste’s smirk lingered, amusement flickering behind her gaze. he was quick. smooth. predictable in some ways, but in others? not at all. his confidence wasn’t new to her — the men she had been around in her life had lived and breathed it. but the way he wore it, like a second skin rather than something performative, that was what made him stand out compared to all the rest. "i will be impressed if you last the entire session without needing a break." a beat. her gaze swept over him, like she was already calculating his limits before they’d even started. “not to worry .. it is after all also my job to make sure you don’t push yourself too much. or at least not to a point where you never want to book another session. as he squared his shoulders, slipping back into his usual self-assured posture, she took a step back from the window. "coach?" she arched a brow, amusement playing at the corners of her lips. "i may not do pep talks and participation trophies. but let it be known, i’m not one to take it easy." she let the words settle between them, her gaze unwavering, "i train hard." her voice was calm, steady, but there was something else beneath it — a quiet challenge, an unspoken dare. she reached for her phone to check the time. " but we’ll start easy. now, show me the way to the gym.." a deliberate pause, just long enough for him to register that she wasn’t actually planning to start easy at all. "unless, of course, you’d prefer to keep standing there, looking pretty, and wasting time." she tilted her head slightly. "your call, jameson."
insufferable. the word dripped from her lips like something honeyed, meant to stain, but he let it seep, wearing it like a second skin. it wasn’t the first time, nor would it be the last, but coming from her? well. he almost wanted to hear it again. cerulean hues moved to where she’d set the bottle down, noting the control she seemed to possess with every small action she took. alec wondered how much of it was habit and how much was defense. either way, he wasn’t in a hurry to figure it out. "exhausting myself trying to impress people has never been my style," he replied lazily. "but placing my energy elsewhere? guess we’ll see how much of that energy i have left by the time you’re done with me." his smirk deepened, but there was an undercurrent beneath it. one part amusement, one part something else entirely. whatever game they were playing, she was keeping up, maybe even a step ahead, and that was rare. but for now, he reminded himself that she was here to work. he straightened his posture, stretching out his arms before rolling his shoulders back, his expression slipping back into something cocky, self-assured. "alright, coach," alec began, "are you going to keep staring at me, or are we starting this session?"
" stunnin' face ? you lot really are dangerous with compliments over here. look, maybe i came for the moral support and maybe i stayed for the fights — and maybe, maybe, the view from my seat just so happens to be decent. hockey’s chaotic, violent, and dramatic. i’m a theatre girl, raph. i was bound to fall for it eventually. besides, it’s not like you’re exactly forgettable on the ice. consider me an intrigued convert. "
" and you're not ? just tagging along for moral support or did someone catch your eye along the way ? all the way from the uk and supporting me weekly , think hockey's growing on your sweetheart -- who can really complaining at such a stunnin' face ? "
" oh, i’m here because i had the unfortunate luck of crossing paths with you. and trust me , the only thing i’m wasting is the 30 seconds i spent listening to you talk. but sure, if you want to keep pretending like you’re some irresistible force, be my guest. as for enjoying this ? sweetie, i don’t enjoy much, but you ? you’re definitely a spectacle. "
" i hear a lot of that mouth running , but still not answering my question . . . why are you here to begin with ? though , aren't you wasting your energy by speaking to me in general ? dunno , riles , if i didn't know better i'd say you enjoy it . "
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