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chahnniesroom · 3 months ago

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hoju (home)

pairing: bang chan x female reader

summary: even though chan has been living in korea for so many years, he still considers australia to be home. when he finally has the opportunity to go back and visit, he can't wait to bring you along and introduce you to the people and places that he grew up with.

word count: 4.3k

warnings: none :)

a/n: hoju (호주) is the korean word for australia.

this was a request from my sweet 🦦 anon! thank you for the inspiration, i had fun writing this and i hope that it meets your expectations. sorry that i did not write this in chan's pov 😅 as usual, please let me know if there are any typos or mistakes because i didn't have the chance to proofread 🥲

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Chan has been acting strange lately. Not enough that you're worried, just a little bit suspicious. He's never tried to hide what tabs he has open on his phone before and he's looked deep in thought quite a few times, but when you ask what he's thinking of, he changes the topic quickly. You're curious, but trust that Chan will talk to you when he's ready. Still, you can't quite ignore all of the changes in behaviour.

It's the same tonight. When you look up during dinner, Chan's just stirring around the noodles in his plate, only taking a bite every so often. You frown, trying to think of if you've done anything differently to prepare the food in a way that he doesn't like, but it tastes the same to you as usual. You rule out a lack of appetite, as he had just commented that he was starving while you were cooking.

“Is everything okay?” you ask hesitantly, after a few more minutes have passed.

“What?” Chan looks up, startled by the sound of your voice. “Oh no, everything's fine! Just… thinking.”

“Is it about work? Did something happen?” You know that Chan has been busier than usual this month, the boys have some time off in a few weeks and everybody is scrambling to get things finished in the meantime. You've also requested vacation at work, although so far you and Chan haven't planned anything. In fact, he's been a little bit cagey when you've brought up the topic. You try not to think much of it and really, it's just nice to be able to spend extra time together.

Honestly, you wouldn't be surprised if Chan has found out that his break has been cut short or even cancelled. It's rare that they’re able to have more than a few days off at a time which is why you had been so shocked when Chan had let you know that they didn't have schedules for a period of almost three weeks.

It would provide an explanation to everything that you've observed the past few days, you know that he would try his best to fix things before he had to tell you the bad news.

“Well-”

“It's okay if you found out you can't take time off,” you reassure him. “I understand that it's all up to the company and sometimes they change their mind at the last minute. I can just let my work know and take my vacation another time, I'm sure they might even be happy if I'm still around next month.”

“No!” Chan says, his eyes wide in panic. “We still have time off! Don't worry about that. It's actually- How would you feel about visiting Australia with me?”

It's your turn to stare at Chan in shock.

“Australia?”

“Yeah, it's been a while since I went back and-” Chan breaks eye contact, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I thought it'd be nice if I could introduce you to my family, in person.”

“You want me to meet your family? In Australia?” you repeat, dumbly.

“Only if you feel comfortable!” Chan says hurriedly. “I looked into tickets, but didn't book anything yet so it's totally up to you. I also wanted to check if my family was available beforehand and it's pretty good timing actually. If you don't want to, then it's totally fine, I'll probably go for either way and I think Felix is also considering it. It's just that we've been together for a while now and I've met your family and I know that my mom basically considers you to be her daughter-”

“I want to go,” you interrupt, not wanting Chan to spiral further. “I was just surprised, I guess, but of course I want to accompany you.”

Chan brightens at that, then grabs his computer, unlocking it and opening up a spreadsheet. As it loads, he reaches for his chopsticks and takes a huge bite of food. You can't help but smile fondly at the sight of his cheeks bulging with food as he chews, relieved that his appetite is back.

“I didn’t want to get too far ahead of myself, but I was looking at flights, and I think that if we leave on a Tuesday, it might be best. It means we can enjoy the weekend here and still have time to pack everything,” he explains excitedly. “It'll be less busy at the airport too, which will be nice, and it works out well with my parents’ schedules anyway.”

You hum in acknowledgement, content to follow along and take mental notes as Chan reads out everything else that he's thought of so far. He continues planning for the rest of the evening, trailing behind you as you clean up and do your nightly routine, only stopping to help you when you do the dishes and put away the laundry. It's cute how animated he becomes, putting together a long list of all the sites and restaurants that he wants to show you.

You can tell that he's still thinking of it as the two of you curl up in bed that night, every so often you feel him jolt behind you and turn to reach for the little pad of paper and pencil that he often keeps on his nightstand.

Eventually, you turn over and squint at him. He doesn't even pretend to be asleep.

“Hi,” he whispers. “Sorry if I'm keeping you awake.”

“Sleep,” you murmur tiredly. “We have lots of time to plan, get some rest for now and we can talk more tomorrow.”

Chan starts to protest, but you just nuzzle closer, pulling his hands to wrap around you. As you drift off to sleep, you can feel that Chan has finally relaxed too.

—

The two of you spend the first day of break slowly, sleeping in and having a lazy meal of bibimbap from all the banchan taking up space in your fridge. You only venture out of the apartment for dinner, going to your favourite local restaurant that you visit so often that the owner starts making your meals the second that the two of you step through the door. The next couple of days are also easygoing, consisting of shopping, watching dramas, and eventually preparing for your trip.

Throughout the drive to the airport and making your way through security and to your gate, you can tell Chan's a bit on edge even though you and Felix try to assure him that everything will be fine. The three of you are in incognito mode, wearing hats, face masks, and plain clothes but Chan’s still scanning your surroundings the whole time. You, on the other hand, can't help but be excited, bouncing at his side so much that he loops his arm over your shoulders to try and calm you down. Felix is more relaxed and laughs at the stark contrast between the both of you, even filming parts of it since he’s getting footage for a vlog. Luckily you know that any content with you in it is likely to be edited out and don’t bother to hide your eagerness.

While Chan is used to travelling often for concerts and other overseas schedules, you've rarely visited places outside of Korea and have certainly never flown business class. You squeeze Chan's hand when you see your seats, thrilled at the idea of having so much leg room and a divider between the two of you that can also be fully lowered. It keeps you entertained for the whole time before the plane takes off, taking pictures together and reclining your seat up and down until the seatbelt sign turns on.

The flight is over 10 hours, so it doesn't take long before you move your attention to browsing the menu that's available and scrolling through all of the movies on the in-flight entertainment system. Shortly after the dinner meal is served, you start to doze off. Wanting to make the most of the experience, you insist to Chan that you'll be able to stay awake to watch another movie with him, but only make it through the first 30 minutes before you wake up to a dark screen.

You blink up blearily as a flight attendant starts making their way through the aisles, handing out customs forms for everyone to fill out. When you receive yours, you stare at it for a few seconds before realising the problem is not the fact that you're still adjusting to being awake.

“Oh no,” you whisper in horror, causing Chan to glance over at you, concerned.

“What happened?” he asks.

“I didn’t think about practising English before this trip,” you reply, distress leaking into your voice. “The last time that I wrote anything in English was when I was in secondary school… I'm not going to survive in Australia!”

“Hey, it's not an issue, I'll be with you the whole time! You don't have to worry about any of that. And you know enough conversational English to get by, I know you do,” Chan says soothingly.

You refuse to be comforted, burying your face into your hands.

“How am I going to face your parents when I barely know anything other than ‘hi, how are you?’” you moan. “I'm not even going to make it through customs! They're going to arrest me when I can't answer any of their questions!”

You know that you're exaggerating, but it makes Chan laugh so hard that tears gather in the corners of his eyes. You try to keep up your act, but end up dissolving into laughter too at the way that Chan is trying so hard to stay quiet, not wanting to bring attention to you two.

Contrary to your fears, you manage to deplane, get through customs, and collect your luggage without any major issues. You had a moment of anxiety when Chan and Felix split up from you since you have to go into the lineup for foreign passports, but you are somehow able to fumble your way through the conversation with the border officer without being detained.

Felix splits up with you shortly after, you see that his tiredness from the long flight melts away the second that he sees his family. He gives you and Chan both a quick hug to say goodbye before running out to meet them.

Chan lights up in a similar way when he finally spots his parents. They're waiting in the pick-up zone and waves the two of you over quickly. You barely get the chance to say hi before Chan’s mother is enveloping you into a hug.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you,” she says warmly. “Come on, let’s take you home.”

The drive is fairly short and it feels like no time at all before you’re approaching the house. The second that the front door opens, you hear a distinctive scrabble of claws against hardwood before Berry shoots towards Chan, tail wagging furiously. Chan immediately kneels down to give her better access, laughing when she stands on her hind legs to lick at his face.

Once she’s finished with that, she turns to you, barking curiously before moving closer. You stick out a hand for her to get an idea of your scent and try not to jump when you feel the cool, damp press of her nose against your palm. Whatever Berry smells, she approves of, giving you a few quick licks before running back to Chan.

“She’s so cute!” you exclaim, pulling out your phone so that you can take a picture of the reunion. You don't think that Chan even hears you, caught up in talking to Berry, giving her kisses and allowing her to do the same.

“I'll help you with your bags,” Chan's father says from beside you, easily lifting them out of your hands and motioning for you to enter the house. You exchange greetings with both of Chan's siblings as you remove your shoes, familiar with them through video calls and the one time that you met Hannah when she was travelling in Korea.

Chan’s family recently moved so this was also Chan’s first time seeing the house in person, the two of you trailing behind Chan’s father as he gave you a brief tour of the first floor before leading you upstairs. When you get to the guest room that you'll be staying in, Hannah pops her head in.

“Chris doesn’t spend enough time in Australia to have his own room in this house, so you guys are in this room.” She eyes you for a moment and based on the mischievous smile that’s growing, you can guess what she’s about to say. “Y/n, if you get sick of him, then feel free to stay with me instead!”

“Hey!” Chan complains, not even looking up from where he’s unpacking his bag. He grabs onto one of his shirts and chucks it at Hannah, but she easily dodges, throwing one of her slippers at him in retaliation. It hits Chan right in the chest and he looks at her in disbelief. He abandons his task in favour of chasing her throughout the house. You don't follow after, but you hear as their yelling and laughter echoes through the halls.

It’s refreshing to see Chan at home, no matter how comfortable Chan is with the rest of the kids, he’s still the leader of the group and the oldest member and the dynamic of their relationship reflects that. Even though it has barely been a few hours, you’re relieved to find that Chan has left behind the stresses of being an idol and can instead just be a son and an older brother.

His parents are hilarious and kind, it’s easy to see how Chan’s personality is a reflection of the environment that he was raised in. During dinner, you laugh at the way Chan pouts dramatically when Chan’s father pretends to forget about Chan when serving the food and how he groans in pleasure when he finally gets to taste his mother's cooking after so long. Hannah and Lucas continually crack jokes as you eat, especially if they're at Chan's expense and he pretends that he doesn't find them funny.

—

One afternoon you find Chan fiddling with the camera that he’s brought with him. You step up behind him, resting your chin on his shoulder and wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Are you planning on filming tonight?” you ask, knowing that Chan was always careful to alert everyone in the house beforehand.

“Not today,” he replies. “Probably tomorrow, when I take out Berry for her morning walk. Did you want to join?”

“Of course!”

“I was thinking of going right after breakfast, before it gets too hot out,” he says as he pulls out the camera battery and fits it into the charger.

“Anywhere in particular you wanted to go?”

“Mmm, maybe by the water? There's a path that's not too far away. I don't want anything that's too close to the house, you know?”

“Good idea.”

“Are you planning on putting it into a vlog?” you ask curiously. "You haven't been filming much.”

"Actually…”

“What? You're making me nervous.”

“I was hoping to use it for a music video,” Chan says sheepishly.

“What?! I'm not qualified for that!! I can't- you need to find someone else-”

“No no, it's going to be fine! It's for a record, not like, an actual music video.”

“I don't know,” you say, still feeling hesitant.

“I promise, I'm going for the casual vibes and it's either you or like, my eomma, and I guarantee that you would do a better job.”

“Okay,” you say reluctantly. “But I can't guarantee it'll come out well.”

“Thank you! I know it'll be great,” Chan says, showering you with kisses in gratitude until you're squirming away.

—

The next morning, Chan’s parents are out, leaving all the kids to prepare food on their own. It's a little chaotic, but you manage to cobble together a decent meal. It's a lot of fun to see how Chan and his siblings interact without their parents around to mediate. You're amazed by how similar the three are, not only in appearance but also the way they behave.

Although much younger, Lucas shares a strong resemblance to Chan, especially once he smiles and shows off matching dimples. They quickly disappear once Chan reaches out and musses up his hair playfully as you’re all cleaning up.

“Chris, stop it,” he complains, pushing his older brother away before trying to fix the strands that are all over the place. It only encourages Chan to move closer, wrapping his arms around his brother and lifting him into the air. When trying to wiggle free doesn’t work, he turns pleading eyes to you, knowing Hannah wouldn't step in to help. “Noona! Get him to let me down!”

The two of you had been awkward the first time you had been left alone, it hadn’t helped that Lucas’ Korean could be considered conversational at best and your English was significantly worse, but you had quickly grown close through attempts to tease Chan. Now, it’s easy to treat him like the little brother you never had.

You approach quickly, trying to avoid Lucas’ flailing limbs, and reach out to poke at Chan’s waist. He twitches away from your touch and when you persist in prodding at all his ticklish spots, unwinds one of his arms to swat at your hand.

The distraction is enough for Lucas to break away and he quickly moves out of reach. Instead of chasing after him, Chan turns his focus to you. You back away nervously, but find yourself with nowhere to go. Chan grabs you and easily slings you over your shoulder, ignoring your shrieks of protest.

“Betrayed by my own girlfriend? I should have known that introducing you to my siblings would just be asking for trouble,” he growls in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“Hey! Where are you taking me?” You look to see if his siblings are going to rescue you, but they must be trying to avoid Chan's wrath as you don't see either of them as Chan brings you up to the guest room.

“I am enlisting your help,” he says casually, as if he wasn't carrying you up a flight of stairs and dropping you on the bed. “I would like your advice on what to wear for Berry's walk.”

“Ooh,” you say. “Very important business then, I'm honoured that you would ask me.”

It doesn't actually take much time to get ready, the two of you change into clothes for the heat and you just have to convince Chan that he doesn't have to try to do his hair or makeup. The second that you mention to Berry that you're going for a walk, her tail starts wagging non-stop and she even fetches her leash and drops it in front of you.

Chan doesn't give you much direction for filming, just hands you the camera and tells you to capture whatever you want. The two of you walk hand in hand through the neighbourhood, Berry happily exploring the area. As you get further away from the house, you let go of Chan, motioning for him to continue walking as you turn on the camera and get used to it.

By the time you've reached the waterfront, you're feeling more confident and have a better idea of what you like. You try out different angles, feeling a little bit like paparazzi, and after a few minutes, even try directing Chan too. You let him keep going, wanting to see how far away he'll go before he realises that you're not following. He's almost a block away before he turns back.

“You’re smiling, did it come out okay?” Chan asks as he jogs back towards you.

“Yeah, it was great! I was just thinking that Stay are going to go crazy over this,” you tell him.

“They do really like it whenever they get to see Berry,” he says thoughtfully, picking her up and scratching her head. You burst out laughing at that and Chan frowns in response and goes as far as to cover Berry’s ears, insulted on her behalf. “What? Don’t laugh at that, it’s true! Berry is just so cute.”

“I’m not saying that they don’t like Berry, of course they do. I was more referring to the fact that the video is… domestic. Very boyfriend.”

“Ooh you think that's what Stay are interested in?” he asks. “What about this?”

He gestures for you to lift up the camera, and once you're recording, grabs your hand to pull you along behind him. You let out a small noise of surprise as he tugs on your arm, struggling slightly to keep everything steady and ensure your hand is out of frame. At your sound, Chan looks back slightly and bursts into laughter.

“So concentrated, you’re so cute,” he giggles.

“Of course,” you grumble. “I want it to turn out nice.”

“Thank you,” Chan says sincerely, no traces of laughter in his voice. “I really do appreciate it a lot that you're helping me with work even though we're on vacation.”

“Hmm,” you say, turning away from him. “You're just glad that you didn't have to ask Hannah, because she would make fun of you the whole time.”

“That's not true! I mean, it is true that Hannah would do that, but that's not the only reason.” Chan uses your connected hands and pulls you close. “I also wanted to spend time with my favourite person in the whole world.”

“You're lucky I love you so much,” you sniff, still pretending to be annoyed even though you've practically melted into Chan's hug. “Now stop getting distracted, I thought it would look nice if you walked along the sand and there's nobody there right now.”

—

The rest of your time in Sydney is a whirlwind of activities. Chan is determined to take you to all his favourite places in the city and you eat more food than you thought possible. Chan’s family, and sometimes Felix and his family, accompanies you two for a majority of the outings and your initial hesitance interacting with them is replaced by fondness, eased by the way that they treat you like one of their own.

You even have a chance to meet some of Chan’s childhood friends, ones that he kept close with despite the long distance. It feels strange to eat dinner with them. Although they do their best to make you feel welcome, they have a lot of history together and you find yourself struggling to keep up with their conversation, not just because of the language barrier but due to references to people, places, and events that you're unfamiliar with. Regardless, you're glad to finally know the people that Chan grew up with and you love seeing how happy Chan is to be reunited with them.

It’s also nice that while you're meeting so many people, you don't have to hide your relationship at all. In Korea, you and Chan are more careful in public. It’s not totally a secret that you’re dating, but you are more on the cautious side due to the popularity of Stray Kids and inevitable scrutiny from fans. In Australia, Chan has no such reservations, excitedly introducing you as his girlfriend to everyone. It never fails to make you blush, feeling shy, but secretly pleased.

Wherever you go, Chan keeps you close to his side, linking your hands or looping an arm around your shoulders. Throughout the day, he presses kisses to your head or cheek. The first time he does it, you look up at him questioningly. He just shrugs, saying that he’s happy and well, you can’t argue with that.

You don’t want your vacation to end and you know you're not the only one. You and Chan have both procrastinated packing your luggage until the last possible moment, and when you finally do begin, Berry seems to sense it. She starts hiding all of your things- Chan's family members finding them lodged in one of the couch cushions or in her dog bed- and curling up inside your suitcase, making it practically impossible to continue packing.

When Chan enters your shared room and pauses when he sees you staring into the suitcase helplessly. You wave him over so that he can look inside.

“She’s too cute! Look at that little face, how could you disturb her?” you ask.

Chan has no such reservations. He reaches in and gently lifts Berry out, cradling her against his chest so that she can’t jump back in.

“Berry, do you want to come to Korea with us?” he asks patiently. When she licks at his face in reply, he groans and pretends to lower her back into the suitcase. “Ah, I guess we have no choice but to bring you! I think we can sneak you in with the rest of the souvenirs that we’re taking with us.”

Despite Chan’s promises, Berry ends up staying behind, not even joining you on the drive to the airport. You’re lucky that you decide to leave well before your flight is expected to depart as you end up taking almost half an hour saying goodbye to everybody.

You know that you’re going to treasure these memories for a long time and you’re certain that Chan will too. It’s amazing that even though you were only in Australia for a couple weeks, it already feels like a second home.

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bruhnze · 3 months ago

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Personal records - Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

This is for the pookie that asked. Thank you @okaybronze i had fun writing this, this one is dedicated to you!

Thank you to this, this, this, this and thisssss anon. (you guys sure know how to inspire me)

Summary: This is in an alternative universe where Ona and Lucy are not footballers. Lucy is a personal trainer, Ona is a buisnesswoman.

Wordcount: a bigggggg one 12k+, so i advise to get comfy

Warnings: Minors DNI, smut. It has a lottt of plot bcs i got carried away, but what's new :)

I hope you like it, and i hope i didn't make any mistakes while copy-pasting this thing to here, as this was quite the big one and i proofread in Word so.. if something doesn't make sense, you can ask me, i think i did it right tho :)

Personal Records.

The Batlle family was one of the richest families on the whole planet of earth. In the last years of his working life, Ona's grandfather had completely invested in the internet and technology. His eldest son, Ona's father, had taken over the business and helped it to even greater success. They dominated the tech industry, from hospital equipment to mobile phones and coffee machines.

With so much money and only two children, Ona and her brother Joan were doing anything but bad.

Yet, especially since she had that head start, Ona wanted to create a legacy of her own. Unlike Joan, who filled his time with vacations and his DJ career.

But Ona’s passion wasn’t tech, she liked using her iPhone, yes, but she had no special talent or interest in the subject.

No. Her passion was architecture. She had studied it in college and with her dad paying her tuition, it gave her all the time in the world to go networking at business events. One thing led to another, and by the age of 20 she already owned 15 buildings.

Now, just after her 25th birthday, she had a portfolio of hundreds of buildings and apartments, and was a very well-known high-class real estate agent all over Europe.

She didn’t like the way her life was filled to the brim with meeting after meeting and the fact that she sometimes felt like she was living in airplanes more than in buildings, the thing she loved most in the world, but it was worth it if she could once again sell a characteristic old building to the right owner.

That was the most perfect thing about her profession in Ona’s opinion, sometimes a house was perfect for a certain type of person, she couldn't explain it, it was just a feeling, but when she closed such a deal, it was one of the few moments that Ona could feel a little bit of satisfaction and happiness flowing through her body.

This had been a problem for a long time, she had been through some difficult years, feeling lonely at times and working far too hard without having an outlet.

After talking to some professionals and trying a few things, Ona discovered what worked perfectly for her: so she hired a personal assistant and got on weekly exercise sessions.

Sophia was a perfect PA, she was a 33 year old woman who was dedicated to work just as much as Ona was and most of all she could speak English perfectly, as she was from the United Kingdom. That was exactly what Ona needed as she got most tired from answering all the endless calls that she received.

The exercising also worked out perfectly. Her PA always found a personal trainer for her, no matter what city they were staying in. The first few months Ona really had to get in shape, but now she always came back with a wonderfully empty head after sweating for those two hours and of course, the six-pack she ended up with was also a great bonus.

This summer she had to spend in London, it was not really her preferred place to be for the next month or two, as English summers were not really something to write home about, but with the deals she had waiting for her, she happily went.

What also helped was the beautiful apartment she had in the center of London, overlooking the bridge, it was one of her favorite houses.

But besides the deals she had to close, she also wanted to relax and exercise a bit. Maybe she would even have time to go shopping.

Wednesday – Ona’s penthouse, London

A week before the big deal, Sophia and Ona arrived in London.

"Miss Batlle," the doorman said, as they walked into the building where Ona ‘lived’, or at least she did for 1 or 2 months a year. She was surprised they guy remembered and greeted him happily.

‘’You sure you don’t want an hotel room?’’ Ona asked as they were standing in the elevator.

Sophia shook her head, ‘’for me it’s easier to be close to you, safes me travel time’’ she sincerely confirmed, ‘’oh gosh, do you want some privacy, I’m sorry I didn’t-

‘’No, no, está bien’’ Ona smiled, ‘’I admire your work ethic, I was just wondering if you didn’t miss privacy’’.

‘’Well your penthouse is very big’’ Sophia smiled, ‘’and it’s not like I have a husband to call or something’’.

‘’Yeah’’ Ona grinned, ‘’our love lives are doomed’’.

A careful smile tugged on Sophia’s mouth, ‘’well, it has been a while since I had to leave space for a date in your schedule’’.

Ona smiled internally at the way Sophia got more and more comfortable with her, she was usually very professional, something Ona admired, but sometimes she felt Sophia and her could be friends a bit more, as she suspected her PA was actually a pretty funny person.

‘’It has’’ Ona confirmed, ‘’i'm basically celibate at this point’’, she added chuckling.

‘’Ona!’’.

At the same time the elevator stopped at the top floor with a ding.

‘’It is true though’’, Ona said as she stepped out the elevator to open the door ‘’maybe I should add searching dating sites to your to do’s’’.

Sophia groaned as she followed her, ‘’I’ll do it if you would really want that, but I do want to show you my current to do list before’’.

‘’I’m joking Soph’’ Ona said as she took of her heels and dropped her handbag, ‘’I trust you a lot, but, I do think love is something that just needs to happen, I don’t believe in dating apps’’.

‘’Well I do think you need to go out to make that happen’’ Sophia chuckled, ‘’or are you hoping to have a really hot woman buying a house off of you?’’.

‘’Hmm’’, Ona said as she walked into the big living area and stared outside of the windows, ‘’that would be the best thing ever, and I’d know she got taste’’.

Laughing Sophia walked in behind her, pulling her suitcase along ‘’do I got the same room as last time?’’.

‘’Mhm’’.

Sophia laughed to herself as she walked to the familiar room she had slept in before, recognizing that Ona had entered her thoughtful mode, something that often happened in places with a good view, and when Ona was thinking it was best not to disturb her.

They had ordered dinner, a bit tired from the travel they had decided to eat in and discussing the details of their work trip and calling it an early night.

Sophia had already set up meetings with various clients in a rented meeting room, made a list with properties they needed to visit and when the viewings would be and had booked a personal trainer.

‘’Sadly she is only available once a week’’ Sophia had said, knowing Ona liked to exercise two times a week for two hours, ‘’but she was the only one available in this period, apparently most trainers have this thing called -summer break-‘’ she joked, ‘’but she is really good, I read a dozen of reviews and she also trains athletes when they’re in between seasons’’.

‘’She?’’ Ona asked after the PA was done talking.

Sophia stilled, ‘’oh is that not-

‘’It’s okay, just surprised’’.

‘’I read she can be quite the pusher, helping people break their personal records’’.

Ona laughed, ‘’well I hope she doesn’t expect such a level of me’’.

Sophia frowned, ‘’you’re well fit, I’ve seen you in the pool, you have a killer body’’.

‘’Aesthetics is different to performance’’ Ona decided, ‘’anyways, thanks for arranging that, you’re the best’’.

Friday morning – Ona’s penthouse

‘’Okay I’m heading out to the gym then’’ Ona called through the living space.

‘’Have fun’’ Sophia called back, ‘’don’t break too many personal records!’’.

Friday morning - Bronze Fitness Forge

It was a nice building, Ona was pleased as she walked inside to search for the gym owned by one ‘Lucy Bronze’.

Ona thought it was a perfect name for a business owner and she liked the way the nameplates that showed the way were also done in Bronze, it was chic.

The Catalan businesswoman got to the front desk and told the lady behind it her name.

"Ah for Bronze herself" the lady smiled, "you may use dressing room 2, you will recognize it by the number on the door, when you've changed you just go through the other door in the changing room and then you're in the gym".

"Great. Thank you." Ona said in her business voice. It just happened whenever she spoke to people that were working.

"You can leave your bag inside the changing room but we've also got lockers".

"It's okay" Ona said, "only have some clothes with me".

The changing room looked very nice, Ona appreciated the way that this whole place was set up, it was not clinical or characterless, but it was very neat.

After changing, Ona went into the gym.

A dark-haired woman, just a little taller than her stood with her back to the door, the silhouette was muscular built, broad shoulders protruding from the tank top she wore.

Ona cleared her throat, ´´hello´´.

The woman turned around from what she was doing and met her with a smile, ´´oh hey´´ she said, ´´uhm´´, she strutted over to Ona and offered her hand, ´´Lucy´´.

´´Ona´´, Ona replied as she mirrored the smile Lucy was wearing. Ona was delighted to notice the woman infront of was rather hot, but she didn´t want to be objectifying and most of all, she was here to clear her head, not to drool over a woman. So she shook the thought from her head and focused back on what she was here for.

´´So´´ Lucy said as she retracted her hand.

Only then Ona realized she was shaking it for a little too long.

´´Oh yes, I´m here for a two hour training session´´.

´´Yes´´ Lucy chuckled, Ona thought it made her look cute, ´´so what are we working with, you didn´t attach a schedule or any of your records or something, did you bring them?´´.

‘’What?’’ Ona said confused, ‘’records?’’.

‘��Yeah what field are you in?’’ Lucy tried, ‘’What do you need working on this summer?’’.

‘’Ohhh’’ Ona breathed out with a laugh, realizing what Lucy was thinking, ‘’I am not an athlete’’.

Lucy scrunched her nose and her head turned slightly in confusion, ‘’not?’’.

‘’No I’m town for business and I always train with a personal trainer, my PA booked you’’.

‘’Oh’’.

‘’Do you not train, uh, regular people?’’.

‘’Oh uh, yes’’, Lucy blushed.

‘’But?’’.

‘’Okay no offense’’ Lucy said carefully, ‘’but they’re usually.. a bit.. older’’.

Now it was Ona’s turn to be confused, ‘’why?’’.

‘’it’s expensive’’ Lucy said, hating herself for being so awkward.

‘’ohhh’’ Ona chuckled, ‘’well we better spend those expensive minutes good, shall we?’’.

‘’Yeah I’m sorry, I’m trying to work on that whole -not judging people by their cover- thing’’.

‘’It’s okay’’ Ona said cheerfully ‘’I come to clear my head before I have some important meetings next week’’.

‘’Great’’, Lucy said as she had called herself back to her senses ‘’and how can I help you with that’’.

‘’Well, I always go to a personal trainer because I don’t know anything about training, so I just - listen, do it and enjoy the muscle ache the day after’’.

‘’Hey’’ Lucy laughed, ‘’people always call me crazy when I say - I enjoy that’’.

Ona shrugged, ‘’one of the few things that make me feel alive’’.

“Okay, so you want to get completely worn out” Lucy chuckled, “we’ll make that happen”.

Ona gulped as Lucy took off, damn, this woman was cute.

They had been working out for almost 2 hours without much talking, Ona enjoyed it, Lucy respected the fact that she was doing this for relaxation, not for dumb chit chat, she hated when trainers were like that.

‘’Do you have a neck issue?’’ Lucy asked out of the blue.

Ona looked up, surprised but not in a negative sense ‘’yeah, how did you notice?’’.

‘’It’s stiff’’ Lucy stated, ‘’ I graduated as a sports physiotherapist’’ she offered as an explanation.

‘’Really?’’.

‘’Yes and right now I’m working on some injury research, stretching and massages are a great interventions for stiffness’’.

‘’So next time we start with neck stretches?’’ Ona joked.

Lucy nodded, ‘’best recipe is stretching – exercise – tissue massage’’.

''Well then, guess I'll do that next time, sometimes my neck really hurts, so I hope it will help''.

‘’Your neck hurts?’’.

‘’Yes, I always just assume it’s my stress traveling to my weak spot’’.

‘’Do you want me to massage that right now really quick? We’ve got-‘’ she looked at her watch, ‘’-10 minutes left’’.

‘’You?’’ Ona let out before she could stop herself.

Lucy crooked her head ‘’yeah?’’ she laughed, ‘’who else?’’.

‘’Ahh’’ Ona chuckled as she spotted the physio bench in the corner of the gym, ''that's where that thing is for''.

‘’Yup’’ Lucy said as she swayed on her feet, ‘’So cooling down? Or quick rub down of the neck?’’.

‘’Well if you’re offering..’’ Ona said as she looked at the big hands Lucy fiddled with, ‘’I do have to warn you that I’m a bit sweaty’’.

Lucy chuckled, ‘’if you weren’t I wouldn’t be good at my job’’.

...

Friday - Ona's penthouse

‘’Hello’’, Ona called out as she stepped back into her apartment. She felt amazing, Lucy was great with her hands and after the hot shower she took, she felt totally relaxed.

‘’How was it?’’, Sophia asked from behind her computer.

‘’fucking amazing’’ Ona said dreamily, before she stepped into the living room and snapped back to reality, ‘’uh yeah, it was good’’.

Sophia chuckled, ‘’whattt happeneddddd?’’.

‘’She’s hot’’ Ona said as she went through the fridge, ‘’and great with her hands’’.

‘’WHAT?’’ Sophia yelped, ‘’did you hook up with her?’’.

‘’Oh dios mío Soph! no, who do you think I am!’’ Ona shook her head amused, ‘’she gave me a sports massage’’.

‘’Ohhh, hot and handy’’ Sophia chuckled.

‘’You sure you couldn’t book her for more than once a week?’’.

‘’I’ll try again for you’’ Sophia said with a grin, ‘’maybe I can book her for some nightly exercises’’.

‘’Soph!’’ Ona said sternly, ‘’no objectification!’’.

‘’Sorry miss Batlle’’ Sophia answered timidly, ‘’I’ll call them later’’.

‘’It’s okay’’ Ona smiled, ‘’thanks for getting groceries’’ she said as she took eggs from the fridge.

...

Tuesday evening - Bronze Fitness Forge, London

It was a couple of days later, Sophia had bribed Lucy Bronze’s secretary if she could at least ask the woman herself if she could do a couple of more lessons, ‘’Hello, yes, Miss Batlle’s PA, uhm, my boss, she wants to exercise two times a week and I was wondering if you had some more spaces available, she doesn’t mind if it’s outside of office hours, or if it costs extra’’.

Eventually she had persuaded the woman, one and a half times the rate for two hours in the evening, when Lucy actually exercised herself.

Sophia didn't mind making a little effort, she was just happy that Ona was okay with the trainer, that couldn’t always be said.

So this night, at a quarter to eight, Ona walked towards the building with the ‘Bronze Fitness Forge’ logo and headed in.

‘’Hey, miss Batlle’’ Lucy called out from a few meters behind and started jogging towards the door.

Ona held it open for her, ‘’you can call me Ona’’ she said as she let the woman pass.

‘’Oh right, hi Ona’’ Lucy smiled awkwardly, ‘’uhm, to the gym?’’.

‘’Mhmm’’.

Lucy unlocked the door and let Ona in, out of habit Ona walked to dressing room 2, the one she’d used earlier this week too.

Lucy hesitated about what to do, she cringed at herself, she wished she was a bit smoother, ''hey uhm, my stuff is also in 2'' she said as she stopped the door from closing.

''Oh'', Ona looked up, ''i can go to the other-

'''No i'll just take my bag'' Lucy rushed to say.

''Oh no'' Ona said, ''it doesn't bother me, you can change in here as far as I'm concerned''.

‘’O-Okay’’ Lucy said as she looked at the smaller woman, ‘’sure you don’t mind?’’.

Ona looked up with a smile, ‘’should I?’’.

Lucy looked startled ‘’No no, I was just --’’ she mumbled and swallowed the rest of the sentence.

Ona zipped her bag open and got her gym shoes out, she now stood with her back to Lucy, ‘’anyways, had a good dinner?’’ she asked, trying to start some conversation.

‘’Uh yeah’’ Lucy said, now also starting to get her things ‘’I cooked some chicken and vegetables’’.

‘’Nice’’ Ona said as she shimmied down her pants.

Lucy gaze fell on the Spaniards behind, she shook her head, she couldn’t be looking at a client like this, ‘’d-did you have a good dinner?’’ she asked, taking of her shirt.

Ona turned around and sat down on the bench to put her shorts on ‘’yeah I had-‘’ she lagged as she saw the shirtless woman infront of her, who was currently standing with her arms up, struggling to find her arm holes it seemed, she cleared her throat ‘’uhm, I had a business dinner, it was nice but sometimes I get a bit tired of it’’.

Lucy’s head popped up and they looked at eachother. Lucy smiled, ‘’is that why you needed more exercise?’’.

Ona didn’t feel the need to explain anything, frankly, there was not really anything to explain. She had settled for one time a week as she hadn’t known the woman was hot an amazing personal trainer, now that she knew, her assistant had booked her some more time, so she settled on just saying ‘’yes’’.

‘’What branch are you in anyways?’’ Lucy asked as she switched her pants.

‘’Uhm’’ Ona said as she took of her top, ‘’I am a real estate agent’’.

‘’Really’’ Lucy stared at her, partly because she was surprised, partly because the woman looked mesmerizing.

Ona sat up and digged through her bag, it was awkward that she still had to put on her sports bra ‘’yes, I have real estate in a few cities throughout Europe’’ she said and finally found the sports bra. She figured she just had to put no attention to it and quickly get it over with.

Bronze sat down to put her shoes on, ‘’oh.. real estate in a few cities throughout Europe’’ she repeated, ‘’impressive’’.

‘’Thanks’’ Ona said as she took her bra of, ‘’your business is too’’ she turned her head to Lucy ‘’how old are you anyways?’’.

Lucy looked up and blushed when she saw Ona’s bare back, ‘’uhm, I’m 32, and you?’’.

Ona smiled at her, ‘’25’’.

‘’Ah shit, we aren't past your bedtime, are we?’’ Lucy mocked and grinned.

Ona clutched her sports bra infront of her chest and turned around with narrowed eyes, ‘’don’t mock me’’ she said sternly, like how she’d put her workers in place. She had dealt with enough age discrimination, it annoyed her that Lucy did this.

Lucy apologized ‘’oh I’m sorry.. uhm.. I didn’t mean it like that’’. Ona turned around and quickly pulled the sports bra on,.

‘’Uhm, I will start to set up some things, see you in a bit’’ Lucy said before she quickly rushed out of the locker room.

Ona finished dressing up by putting her shoes on and followed her.

‘’Hey I’m sorry, it’s just- Ona stopped as she saw Lucy carrying a weight plate to the matts.

Lucy smiled ‘’I’m sorry too, I am a bit stupid sometimes, you should take everything I say with a pinch of salt.. i suck at talking to people that’s why I chose sports’’.

‘’-sometimes people do not take me serious because of my age’’ Ona confessed, ‘’it’s a bit of a sensitive topic for me’’.

‘’I am sorry’’, Lucy said sincerely.

Ona shook her head, ‘’you’re aloud to make jokes, I should be able to deal with them’’.

‘’Noted, see if I can help you improve on that front too’’ Lucy grinned.

‘’too?’’.

‘’Oh yeah-‘’ Lucy said with renewed energy, ‘’I mean, I was going to ask you about it - but by the way you move, I think your neck feels better’’.

Ona smiled, ‘’oh soo much, I have had the best days honestly, how could I forget - I wanted to thank you for it, I feel so… loose, uh, supple’’.

Lucy held her hands up, ‘’magic hands’’ she said with a wink. Immediately cringing at herself.

Ona laughed, ‘’they seem to be’’.

‘’So’’ Lucy cleared her throat, ‘’stretching, than exercising, which I will leave you to do a bit more on your own than last time because I need to do mine as well, and then last 20 minutes another tissue massage’’.

‘’Sounds good’’.

The stretching went well, Ona learned a few exercises she had never done before, 'good for the back and neck' Lucy had said, and had followed them all before the real work started.

Lucy finished her warm up a bit earlier than she did, which made sense, as she had been warming up all day and she went to set up some weights for herself.

When Bronze started squatting weights with her back to Ona, she couldn´t help but have peek every once in a while.

After her lunges were done Ona asked what she was doing next.

Lucy proposed for Ona to do a bit of cardio on the stair-master, a machine she hated, but Ona agreed and went on it.

Lucy kept squatting, Ona saw her adding small, little plates to the bar each time she got it.

After a few minutes, the Spaniards thoughts got interrupted, the low grunts were swapped with a yelp, she was startled and almost fell of the stair-master, luckily enough she could jump of in one piece and put the machine off.

‘’What happened?’’ Ona said as she walked towards the English trainer.

Lucy looked up as she undid her waistbelt and wrist wraps, ‘’hm?’’.

Ona came closer, ‘’it sounded like you were in pain’’.

‘’Oh’’ Lucy said as she looked better at Ona, ‘’no I just broke my squatting record’’.

Ona chuckled.

‘’Wait did it sound like was in pain?’’ Lucy laughed now too, ‘’I don’t know what to think of that’’.

‘’Well I’m glad you’re alive’’.

‘’and broke my PR’’.

Ona rolled her eyes, ‘’how much was it?’’.

‘’139,5 kg’’ (307.5 lbs) Lucy stated as she took out her phone, ‘’let me put it in my notes real quick and then I’m all yours again, I’m sorry for just directing you to the cardio machine, I had this on my agenda for tonight’’.

‘’You have a schedule for when you’re gonna break which record?’’ Ona laughed.

After Lucy had typed it in her phone she looked up, ‘’is that weird?’’.

‘’No’’ Ona shrugged, ‘’I like when people are driven’’.

‘’How much is your squatting PR’’.

Ona laughed, ‘’not even half of what you do, I think 50 kg, and that includes the bar’’.

Lucy chuckled, ‘’want to do 55?’’.

´´Let´s see if I can do 50 first maybe?’’.

Lucy first had her squat the bar alone and with 5kg increments she guided Ona to a 50kg squat.

At 50kg Ona had trouble getting up, her legs shaking as she did a rep for the 3rd time. She felt Lucy stepping a bit closer, ''you can do it'' Lucy said, ''and if not, I got you''.

Instead of feeling more at ease, Ona became more nervous. She felt Lucy's hands hovering just above her skin.

When she remained in her squatting position, with wobbly legs, Lucy held her sides, ''together then''.

With a little help, Ona stood up again, and immediately she racked the weight and stepped forward, shaking her legs.

‘’Legs tired from the stair machine?’’ Lucy asked.

Ona nodded ‘’think so, maybe next time we can try again’’.

‘’Oh we are’’ Lucy smiled, ‘’and now you’re doing 45, 3 sets of 4 reps’’ she said as she started changing weights.

‘’I don’t know if i-‘’

‘’-I believe in you’’ Lucy cut her off, ‘’and I’m spotting you so if you can’t I’ll help’’.

Ona looked at her with dark eyes, ‘’let’s just do something else’’.

Lucy’s head tilted, ‘’no, why?’’.

‘’I’m tired of squats’’ Ona said, mostly because she was and partly because she didn’t want to fail and have Lucy saving her, as she got way to distracted by the way she felt under their skin contact.

‘’Do your other trainers just accept that?’’ Lucy asked as she finished preparing the bar of weights, she stood infront of Ona now, ‘’in 5 sessions I’ll have you squat 55’’.

Ona rolled her eyes, ‘’I don’t care about how much I can squat’’.

The English woman grinned, ‘’no but you did ask me to help you get sore muscles, If you just listen to me I can guarantee you will not be able to walk the stairs tomorrow, how does that sound?”.

Again Ona rolled her eyes, this time with a little smile ‘’fine’’ she said before quietly adding ‘’molest’’. (annoying person).

They took positions again, but Lucy stood a bit closer then last time. Ona was almost going to make a comment about needing room to breath when Lucy whispered something, ‘’think of your most annoying rival’’.

Ona took the weights on her shoulder, she figured to just ignore Lucy and started squatting, the first 4 went easy.

She racked the bar and stepped forward to shake her legs again.

‘’See, that helped’’, Lucy said ‘’come, another set’’.

‘’Your comment did nothing’’ Ona said, getting slightly annoyed at the woman.

‘’Oh’’ Lucy studied her face, ‘’sorry’’.

Ona took place under the weights again, ‘’okay, let’s get this over with’’.

With two squats her legs started quivering again.

Lucy let her figure it out by herself, she kept close, but didn’t say anything or touch her.

Ona took a deep breath and forced herself up with a deep breath out.

"Good job" Lucy said, but when Ona tried to hang the weight on the rack she was less pleased, "uh-huh, one more rep".

Ona groaned and kept standing there, doubtful about her abilities.

‘’Ona, one more’’ Lucy said sternly.

Ona was allergic to getting ordered around and almost wanted to stop but a fire lit inside her with Lucy’s next comment, ‘’what is it with youth and giving up’’.

She bit back a grumble and did one more squat easily before racking the bar again.

She shook her legs out while still being under the bar and after a few seconds she took it on her shoulders again, squatting with pure annoyance and anger, only at the last squat she had to do she struggled again.

‘’Is your anger already used up?’’ Lucy teased, ‘’I expected more spirit at such a young age’’.

With that she groaned and came up for a last time, angrily racking the weight.

‘’Good, shake it off and we’ll head to leg presses’’.

Ona turned around and looked at her instructor, ‘’more leg exercises’’ she grumbled.

Lucy grinned, ‘’I’ll talk to you on Friday, you’ll thank me’’.

Ona rolled her eyes and followed the English woman to the leg press.

After a long session it was finally time for the massage.

‘’You can take your shoes off, I’ll massage your lower body, back and neck’’ Lucy said.

Ona didn’t respond, ‘’sounds good?’’ Lucy tried.

‘’Oh yeah’’ Ona said tiredly, ‘’perfect’’ she said as she took off her shoes.

‘’Was I too harsh?’’.

Ona looked up at Lucy, ‘’hm, no’’.

‘’Sure?’’.

‘’Yeah I am, I’ll tell you if you go too far, I’m not shy about speaking my mind’’.

‘’Okay, good’’.

Lucy started massaging Ona’s leg and Ona couldn’t help but closer her eyes at how good it felt.

‘’Okay that was that, how do you feel?’’ Lucy said as she was done.

Ona smiled, ‘’great, thank you, I’m sorry if I came across as a bitch at one point’’.

Lucy grinned, ‘’at one point? Hmm..’’.

Ona slapped Lucy’s shoulder playfully, ‘’oh come on’’.

Lucy chuckled, ‘’I’m kidding, you don’t come across as a bitch’’ she looked at Ona with a mischievous grin, ‘’just a bit spoiled’’.

The Catalans mouth dropped open, ‘’I’m not spoiled!’’.

‘’I’m joking’’ Lucy said as she rested her hand on Ona’s forearm, ‘’I’m proud you finished those sets, that proves character’’.

‘’Oh’’ Ona furrowed her eyebrows, ‘’because I had a choice’’.

‘’Ofcourse’’ Lucy tilted her head, ‘’you just said you would speak your mind if you really didn’t want to do it’’.

Ona rolled her eyes, ‘’okay, maybe I did want to do it’’.

‘’Good’’ Lucy said with a smile as she withdrew her hand, ‘’well, you go shower, I have to clean up this place’’.

‘’I can help?’’.

‘’No’’ Lucy shook her head, ‘’I like to do it myself and I want to do a couple more exercises’’.

‘’You’re crazy’’.

‘’I’ll see you Friday’’ Lucy chuckled, ‘’and then I’ll make you do even more, because you shouldn’t be able to be this much of a smartass if those exercises really were that hard for you’’.

Ona rolled her eyes, ‘’yeah see you Friday’’.

In the dressing room Ona jumped straight under the shower, after quickly washing herself and rinsing her hair out, she walked to her bag wrapped in a towel.

As she dug for clean underwear her phone rang, it was Sophia, she had a couple of questions about a client.

‘’Why are you still working Soph?’’ Ona chuckled but as she looked at the time her smile faded, ‘’no way, 22.45 already?’’.

Now it was Sophia’s time to laugh, ‘’yeah got a bit carried away exercising huh?’’.

‘’So it seems’’ Ona said ‘’anyways, for mister Potter you-

-did you ask her number yet?’’ Sophia interrupted her.

‘’Soph! that would not be professional’’ Ona said.

‘’You think she’s hot, what’s wrong with asking a number’’.

‘’Yeah she attractive’’ Ona confessed, ‘’but I don’t even know if she’s a lesbian, maybe she’s just sporty’’.

‘’So ask’’ Sophia simply said.

‘’No I-

A knock on the door interrupted her.

Ona looked up to see Lucy standing in the doorway, ‘’You forgot your shoes’’ she smiled.

Ona’s face got redder than the 2,5 kg weight plates that Lucy’s gym owned, ‘’oh uh thanks’’.

‘’No worries’’, Lucy said as her eyes lingered on Ona’s body for a second before she redirected herself to face Ona and , ‘’see you Friday’’.

‘’Yeah’’ Ona smiled, ‘’see you Friday’’.

Lucy turned around.

‘’Oh and’’ Ona called out.

Lucy turned back around with a smile.

‘’uh, thanks for my shoes’’ Ona said.

Lucy’s smile faded a little but she nodded, ‘’ofcourse’’.

The dressing room door fell closed behind her.

‘’Aahhhhhhgggg’’ Sophia screamed in her ear, ‘’I felt the sexual tension through the phone’’.

‘’Sophia!’’.

‘’What, you fumbled so hard, you said thanks twice, for a second I thought you were going to ask her number’’.

‘’Yeah’’ Ona sighed as she thought about the fact that she was originally planning too, before remembering she had Sophia on the phone, ‘’and give you a listen in on my rejection, don't think so’’.

Sophia groaned, ‘’she likes you too, why are you so uncertain’’.

‘’Why are you so sure, anyways we’ll talk about that client when I’m home’’.

...

Wednesday morning – Ona’s penthouse

It was the next day, Ona woke up in her big bed as the curtain automatically opened and stretched.

As she was completely stretched out, she suddenly shrank, ‘’merda’’ she groaned as a cramp hit her left leg, she tried to hold the muscle but it took a while before the cramp went away.

After the pain had disappeared she got out of bed, walking to the bathroom, when she wanted to lower herself to take place on the toilet she cringed, she couldn’t just normally take a seat, so she held the wall and let herself plop down.

When she got back to her room after peeing, she grabbed her phone to Google what she could do best in this situation.

A protein-rich breakfast, a warm bath and some stretching exercises later, she felt a little better and started her workday.

...

Friday morning - Bronze Fitness Forge

‘’Good morning Property Princess’’ Lucy said as Ona stepped into the gym.

Ona rolled her eyes, ‘’allright Lucy Lift-a-Lot, what are the plans for today’’.

Lucy grinned, ‘’how were your legs Wednesday?’’.

‘’Terrible’’ Ona smiled, ‘’so perfect’’.

‘’Stairs?’’.

‘’Well, I don’t really take those, but the toilet was a pain’’.

Lucy laughed, ‘’good, I suggest more squatting today’’.

Ona scrunched her face, ‘’not to much please, I have this event tomorrow’’.

‘’Work on Saturday?’’.

‘’Well no, it’s like networking event’’.

‘’Oh, is that one of those thing were you have a stand and promote your business’’.

Ona chuckled, ‘’yeah, but i’m not there with a stand’’.

Lucy tilted her head.

‘’I got invited to look at peoples stands’’ Ona clarified.

‘’Isn’t that like..’’ Lucy didn’t finish her sentence.

‘’What?’’.

‘’Boring?’’.

‘’Yeah’’ Ona laughed, ‘’but its good for my image to show up, and the event payed me to show up’’.

‘’Really’’ Lucy said with disbelieve, ‘’so you’re actually a big name in the real estate world?’’.

‘’I guess’’ Ona shook her head as she laughed, anyways I’ll be bored out of my mind because Soph is taking this weekend off to see her family’’.

‘’Soph?’’.

‘’’Sophia, my PA’’ Ona clarified.

‘’Oh right’’ Lucy nodded, ‘’she was on the phone bribing me’’.

‘’Bribing?’’.

‘’Yeah, you wanted two sessions a week’’.

‘’Oh that’’ Ona nodded slowly, ‘’yeah, I hope she was sensible about it?’’.

‘’Oh yeah yeah, it was not actually bribing, she asked nicely’’.

‘’Good, but anyways, I will be walking around all day, so I need some power left in these legs’’.

Lucy nodded and explained some stretches they were starting with.

After the session, where they went a little less extreme as the last time, Lucy gave Ona a massage again. Whilst working her back she broke the silence, ‘’do you not know anyone else in London?’’.

Ona looked at her confused, ‘’what?’’.

‘’For the event, you said you have to go alone, do you not know someone you could take?’’.

Ona shrugged ‘’everyone is on holiday, it’s very last-minute anyways and I wouldn’t drag someone with, I wasn’t kidding when I said it was boring’’ she said into the table.

‘’I think it would be entertaining to see how you talk to everyone professionally’’ Lucy chuckled and acted out a conversation she imagined Ona would have with another realtor. She mockingly acted out the situation, putting on different voices.

Ona’s shoulders shook from her laughter, ‘’I think you will greatly disappointed’’ she laughed.

‘’Yeah?’’ Lucy sad as she put on a pouty face, ‘’is it not like that?’’.

‘’No not at all’’ Ona chuckled, ‘’way more boring’’.

‘’I don’t believe you’’ Lucy challenged.

‘’Well you’re free to join at your own risk’’.

Lucy’s face twisted up in a weird mischievous way, ‘’are you asking me out Batlle?’’.

Ona grinned, ‘’no, I offer you the position to be my plus one to a very boring event so you can entertain me’’.

‘’Well I am free tomorrow’’ Lucy contemplated, ‘’would you like me as your companion?’’.

‘’As long as you don’t publicly mock me’’ Ona rolled her eyes.

Lucy grinned, ‘’I’ll try to keep that for when were alone then’’.

Ona sat up and narrowed her eyes at the taller woman ‘’or like, not do it at all’’.

‘’I’ll see about that’’ Lucy grinned, ‘’what’s the dress code?’’.

‘’uhm, I think you’re best to wear a suit, a light color’’ Ona said as she studied Lucy, ‘’ if you have that’’.

‘’I don’t know’’ Lucy scrunched up her nose, ‘’I’ll have to dig through my closet’’.

‘’Send me a pic, if it’s not good I’ll send some things you could try on’’.

‘’are you going to judge if I look good enough to join your side’’ Lucy laughed, ‘’wow’’.

Ona shrugged, ‘’it’s a cruel world’’.

‘’fine’’ Lucy smiled, ‘’can I get your number?’’.

Ona looked at her with big eyes.

‘’Or do you want me to send Sophia that mirror pic?’’ Lucy grinned.

‘’Oh right, no we’ll exchange numbers, it’s more convenient for tomorrow too’’.

‘’How late is it anyways?’’.

They spoke about the details until Lucy noted that her new appointment would arrive in two minutes. With that Ona went to the changing room and got under the showers, she couldn’t hide the fact that the thought of spending tomorrow with Lucy made her feel giddy.

Friday afternoon – Ona’s penthouse

‘’Okay, I’ll see you Monday morning’’ Sophia said as she embraced Ona, ‘’have fun with your hot date’’.

Ona rolled her eyes but didn’t deny her PA’s words, ‘’you have fun at your parents’ house’’ she wished Soph.

‘’Mhm, I will’’ Sophia said as she walked towards the door with her suitcase, ‘’see you Monday!’’.

‘’Bye Soph’’ Ona called out as she got distracted by her phone buzzing.

An unsaved number had sent her texts, she opened her phone curiously.

@ Bronze Fitness Forge: hey, this is Lucy, hereby my outfit, hope you approve 😅

@ Bronze Fitness Forge: *mirror selfie of Lucy in a mint green suit with a white blouse*

@ Bronze Fitness Forge: ignore my bare feet, sorry, I’ll wear shoes tomorrow I promise

Ona changed the contact name to Lucy and texted back.

@ Ona Batlle: Looks good, what shoes do you plan on wearing?.

@ Lucy: sneakers?

@ Ona Batlle: no.

@ Lucy: i don’t have much else

@ Ona Batlle: what size are you?

@ Lucy: a UK size 7

Ona asked her for her address and ordered her a few shoes and a few white blouses, from a store she had great relations with, making them deliver the products before 10 o’clock tonight.

...

Friday night – Ona’s penthouse

@ Lucy: why did I just receive 4 pairs of shoes and 3 white blouses

@ Ona Batlle: fit them, see which you like best

@ Lucy: I have blouses

@ Ona Batlle: your suit is nice, can’t ruin it with a cheap blouse

@ Lucy: how can you recognize that from a picture

@ Ona Batlle: I got taste

@ Lucy: spoiled

@ Ona Batlle: do you want to come still?

@ Lucy: *3 pictures in the different blouses*

Ona admired the way Lucy’s arms looked in the blouses, the woman was well fit, with one particular blouse she swore she could even recognize the outline of abs.

She chuckled when she noticed the shorts Lucy was wearing, Barcelona football shorts.

@ Ona Batlle: nice shorts 😉

@ Lucy: shut up, which blouse.

@ Ona Batlle: deffo the one with the green buttons

@ Lucy: that one feels a bit tight

@ Ona Batlle: it looks good, but if you feel like it will rip, I’ll go for the one with the collar that’s got leaves on the inside.

@ Lucy: what shoe do you like best, they all fit

@ Ona Batlle: blouse got brown buttons so maybe the brown Loafers

@ Lucy: great, they were the comfiest

@ Ona Batlle: pic of the complete fit?

@ Lucy: tomorrow, I don’t want to put everything on again

@ Ona Batlle: lazy

@ Lucy: demanding

@ Ona Batlle: you know me so well

@ Lucy: you send a pic of your outfit then

@ Ona Batlle: no.

@ Lucy: then you’ll just see tomorrow

@ Ona Batlle: fine

Lucy was disappointed Ona didn’t ask her to send a full outfit picture more, she would’ve done it with a bit more insistence, but she guessed Ona wasn’t someone who lowered herself to such things, she was sure Ona would never beg for anything.

...

Saturday afternoon – London, network event.

The event went great, Lucy had been the perfect acquaintance. Making jokes in quiet, boring moments, but shutting up when Ona was talking to people she needed to talk to.

Lucy had on her part also enjoyed the event, there had been going around servers with appetizers and drinks, although they tasted amazing, Lucy tried to stay modest and allowed herself to accept something once in every three time she got offered something.

It was also fun to be around Ona, the woman was classy, she looked beautiful in the emerald colored dress she wore. She wore white heels and had a white bag with her, Lucy didn’t know if she had seen anyone walk as comfortable and elegant in heels as Ona did.

The event had gone by quite quickly, it was already passed eight o'clock.

‘’Oh fuck’’ Ona whispered, pulling Lucy from her thoughts.

They were standing together after Ona had just finished another conversation with an old guy, Lucy had introduced herself too and Ona had told the man they were working on a project together, it was not true but Lucy didn’t mind, and the guy didn’t ask any questions about it anyways.

‘’What?’’ Lucy asked, turning towards Ona.

‘’Don’t look’’ Ona said discretely, ‘’my ex is there, I didn’t know she’d be here’’.

Lucy suppressed her curiosity and kept looking at Ona, ‘’didn’t end well?’’.

‘’No she cheated’’ Ona grimaced, ‘’she’s the worst, she plays unfair both in business and in her private life’’.

‘’That sucks, how long ago-

-oh my god’’ Ona interrupted her, ‘’she’s coming over’’.

As Lucy stood straight again to prepare for an uncomfortable encounter, Ona leaned in and whispered something to her ‘’It was a year ago, if you like you could act like my girlfriend, that would be funny’’.

Lucy grinned and looked at Ona’s face ‘’ofcourse babe’’.

Ona chuckled at the way Lucy took on the role immediately, ‘’if she questions us we answer one after the other’’ she quickly whispered when the women almost had reached them.

‘’Ona!’’ the woman said as she looked at the pair, ‘’nice to see you again’’.

‘’Evelyn’’ Ona said coldly, ‘’how are you’’ she said as the woman forced a greeting with two kisses on her.

‘’I’m good’’ Evelyn said as she directed her gaze to Lucy and eyed the woman, ‘’you to it seems’’.

Lucy extended her hand to the woman who was also wearing a suit, Lucy giggled a little inside at the fact that it was a dark colored suit, since Ona had asked her to wear a light colored suit, ''Lucy, Lucy Bronze'' she introduced herself.

‘’Evelyn Thomas, Thomas real estate’’ the woman said, ‘’what do you do’’.

Lucy smiled, ‘’I am a sports physio, I help injured athletes with their recovery, I am currently also doing research into knee injuries''.

‘’Charity work?’’ Evelyn rudely asked.

Lucy replied with a smile, ‘’well the research doesn’t really bring in money, but that’s a passion of mine, no, I earn my money with my gym, but I get if you’ve never heard of it, it is an quite expensive membership’’.

Evelyn huffed, ‘’sure’’ she turned to Ona.

Lucy stepped closer to Ona rubbed the small of her back before she let her hand rest there.

‘’How long have you two been together?’’.

Ona smiled ‘’about half a year, right Luce?’’. She asked sweetly as she turned to Lucy, who already had her eyes on her.

‘’Best half year of my life’’ Lucy smiled, ‘’It feels like last week that we met’’.

‘’Right babe?’’ Ona sighed out and reached to pet Lucy’s face and kept looking at her, hoping Evelyn would just take the hint and leave.

‘’Allright’’ the woman said, but the pair didn’t look up.

‘’Well, great saying you again Ona’’, she tried.

Ona let her hand glide from Lucy’s face and turned back to Evelyn ‘’oh yeah, I’ll see you around’’.

Lucy smiled, ‘’nice meeting you Evelyn’’ she said in an overly sweet voice.

Lucy took two glasses of champagne from a server that passed them, ‘’here you go darling’’ she joked as she handed Ona one.

‘’Thank you’’ Ona sight as she looked around, ‘’wow, this bitch is still looking at us’’ she whispered in Lucy’s ear.

‘’Behind us?’’ Lucy asked quietly, getting a bit more into Ona’s personal space.

‘’Yeah, don’t look’’.

‘’No I was curious if I could get your consent’’.

‘’For what’’ Ona chuckled.

‘’Touch your butt, I bet she would eat herself up, she is so hung up on you still’’.

Ona grinned and leaned in to kiss Lucy’s neck softly, ‘’do it’’.

The Catalan peeked from Lucy’s neck at the woman a few meters behind them, she saw the woman had her gaze already fixed on Lucy’s hand, the hand that had rested on her lower back until now, smoothly Lucy let her hand travel south and squeezed Ona’s bum. Ona looked back at Lucy’s neck, she didn’t feel the need to watch Evelyn’s face a second longer then necessary.

Ona chuckled as she felt a shiver run down her spine from the way Lucy’s strong hand dug into her clothed flesh.

Lucy rubbed the place she had just squeezed gently and let her hand rest on the small of Ona’s back again, just a bit lower then she had been before.

‘’Thank you’’ Ona quietly said.

Lucy looked at her with a wicked grin, ‘’it was a pleasure’’.

Ona rolled her eyes, ‘’not that, for playing along’’.

‘’I was talking about that’’, Lucy said with raised eyebrows, trying to come across honest, ‘’okay squeezing your butt was fun too I guess’’ she sighed.

Ona’s mouth hang open to act as if she felt offended, ‘’liar’’.

‘’No I feel a bit like a cheap whore’’.

Ona chuckled, ‘’a cheap whore?’’.

‘’You buy me clothes in exchange for physical services’’.

‘’You make it sound like I’ll make you sleep with me’’.

‘’are you not?’’ Lucy said acting disappointed.

‘’Lucy!’’ Ona said in disbelieve, ‘’are you proposing to come home with me’’.

‘’I mean, the house of the best realtor is probably very impressive, maybe you can give me a tour’’.

‘’I thought you joined me to distract me from work, not give me more’’.

Lucy shrugged, ‘’okay, worth a try’’.

Ona grumbled on the inside, she wanted Lucy to come with her, but she wasn’t about to beg, ‘’fine’’ she stated, ‘’let’s go then, this event is dead anyways’’.

They were stood in the elevator of Ona’s building, ‘’how are you so bold all of a sudden?’’ Ona asked.

Lucy smirked, ‘’bold, how?’’.

‘’You straight up asked me to sleep with you’’ Ona said as she studied Lucy.

Lucy held her hands up, ‘’I’m confident in my abilities to break personal records with you in several areas, the bedroom being one of them’’.

Ona’s jaw dropped, ‘’does that work on all the girls you hit on’’.

‘’No just the one that are attracted to me’’ she answered with a smug smile.

‘’I’m not- i- how do you-

Lucy grinned, ‘’the dressing rooms are not call-proof, or at least, if it’s a private call, you should probably choose another place from now on’’.

Ona blushed and groaned, ‘’you heard that?’’ she said with a scrunched up nose and palmed her face.

The elevator stopped and with an elegant tone it indicated the arrival to the top floor.

Lucy smiled as the smaller woman walked away with cutely blushed cheeks and opened the door, Lucy followed Ona who stepped in to her appartement.

When she took of her shoes Lucy did the same.

‘’wow’’ Lucy gasped as she walked over to the windows, ‘’this is amazing’’.

‘’Thanks’’ Ona said, ‘’do you want something to drink?’’.

Lucy turned around with a smile, ‘’maybe after the tour? I had some drinks there already’’.

‘’Okay’’ Ona said as she got herself a sparkling water ‘’Okay this is the kitchen, that is the living-

‘’nooo’’ Lucy pouted and walked back to Ona, ‘’the fun way, make me want to buy this place’’ she said as she discarded her jacket on one of the bar stools.

‘’You already would’’.

Lucy rolled her eyes ‘’Like how you-

‘’don’t roll your eyes at me’’ Ona blurted out before she knew it was happening.

Lucy’s mouth fell open, ‘’says you! You roll your eyes every once 10 minutes’’.

Ona walked around the counter and stepped into Lucy’s personal space, ‘’shut up, I can do what I want’’ she said with a grin.

Lucy looked her, quiet from the sudden closeness, ‘’you shut up’’ she said, coming out clumsier than she wanted.

Ona chuckled, ‘’make me shut up then’’ she said as she traced her hand along the row of buttons from Lucy’s blouse.

‘’If you don’t stop me I’ll kiss you’’ Lucy said as she leaned in.

Ona smiled against her lips, ‘’if you don’t kiss me I’ll book you a cab home’’.

Their lips crashed in a hungry, exciting kiss, Lucy was the first to introduce tongue in their facade and Ona cupped the back of her neck as she gladly accepted it in.

Lucy’s hands travelled to the hips she had been eyeing all afternoon, the smaller woman looking delicious at the way the dress hugged her figure just right.

The English pressed herself closer against the Catalan.

Ona broke the kiss.

They both panted as Lucy tilted her head in confusion, ‘’not okay?’’.

‘’How about a quick tour of the bedroom?’’ Ona answered instead.

Lucy gulped, ‘’please’’.

Ona grinned as she took Lucy’s hand and guided her to her bedroom, ‘’wow’’ she gasped for a second time this evening.

‘’Is this enough light for you?’’ Ona asked, ‘’if you want more light we have to close the curtains’’.

Lucy quickly turned to face the woman, ‘’yes, lights on and curtains closed please, I’m not about to be on display for everyone in London to see’’.

‘’that’s why you keep the light off’’ Ona chuckled, ‘’and it can be fun you know, exciting’’.

Lucy shook her head, ‘’nah, as much as I like the view, I bet the view in here will be way better’’.

‘’Oh quite the charmer’’ Ona said as she pushed the button and the curtains started closing, ‘’ let's see if you can live up to all that big talk’’.

Lucy walked over to her and went in for another kiss, much shorter this time, ‘’just give me the green light and I’ll make you experience things you have never before’’.

‘’sure Bronze’’, Ona said as she started to undo to buttons from her blouse, ‘’you have permission do what you want, just stop if I say so’’.

Lucy grinned, ‘’always princess, your wish is my command’’ with that she attached their lips again.

While they were kissing Lucy shook her blouse off, figuring Ona wanted that as she had been tugging on the ting for minutes now. She walked with Ona towards the bed, making her walk backwards. When they were almost there Ona broke the kiss ‘’take my dress off’’ she said breathlessly.

Lucy grinned, ‘’not yet, you look so pretty in it’’ she said before planting her tongue back in Ona’s mouth, a few small sounds escaped the smaller woman as Lucy deepened the kiss and reached to pull up Ona’s dress.

She pushed Ona on the edge of the bed and started kissing her neck, ‘’do you want this’’ she asked between kisses ‘’want me to make you feel so good’’ she asked before licking and sucking the sensitive spots on Ona’s neck.

Ona whimpered, ‘’yes’’.

‘’Allright pretty girl’’ Lucy said she dropped to her knees, she looked up to meet Ona’s eyes as she started to kiss the insides of her thighs, ‘’I bet you taste so good’’ Lucy said as her hands travelled along the skin of Ona’s legs, giving her goose bumps.

‘’Can I taste you?’’ Lucy said as she latched her mouth to Ona’s other leg, she saw the Catalan fighting to keep composure, ‘’y-yes’’ she said with a breathy voice.

‘’Are you so worked up already?’’ Lucy playfully asked as she redirected her gaze to Ona’s thong, a dark-green piece of lace, with an even darker green spot right between the Spaniards legs.

Lucy kissed closer and closer towards the woman’s heat, until she could smell her wetness. Lucy groaned and sat back, ‘’up’’ she ordered as she hooked her fingers in the underwear.

Ona quickly cooperated.

Lucy dropped the thongs on the floor and went back to kissing Ona’s bare legs.

‘’Fuck Lucy, get your mouth on me’’ Ona said jaded.

With a smug face Lucy looked at her, ‘’you still think you’re calling the shots here?’’ she said as she let two fingers glide along Ona’s slick.

‘’Please’’ Ona whimpered.

This was all Lucy needed to hear, the rest of the begging could be done later, now she needed to get a taste.

She spread Ona’s leg wide with her hands as she dove in, letting her tongue glide softly along Ona’s core to make her get used to it.

She reached out for Ona’s hand and placed it in her hair as she kept up the gentle exploration.

When she had found a spot that she felt made Ona quiver, she grinned and kept Ona’s legs apart more strongly before diving in completely.

Ona’s eyes rolled back in their sockets, she head never experienced head like this before.

The skilled tongue rippling against her clit, the strong hands, making her spread out for the English woman on the edge of her bed.

With the hand that was guided to Lucy’s hair she gripped the woman’s dark brown hair, pushing her deeper against her, Ona felt the orgasm building up already. If it didn’t feel this good she would surely have been embarrassed about it.

‘’merda, se sent molt bé’’ (feels so fucking good) Ona moaned before she bit her lips as she struggled to keep herself up, leaning with one hand on the mattress.

Lucy didn’t know what the woman above her was muttering about, but she figured the words were positive. With two fingers of her right hand she teased Ona’s entrance, at this her legs shocked. Lucy looked up.

Ona groaned at the loss of stimulation and looked down at Lucy, ‘’fuck, you can use your fingers’’.

Lucy smirked as she put the fingers inside Ona’s mouth, as Ona sucked at them, covering them in her saliva. Lucy returned to what she was doing, she let her tongue dance along Ona’s clit.

When Ona opened her mouth and moaned, Lucy pulled her hand away and with very little preparation she plunged them inside of the dripping hole between Ona’s legs, deserving a loud guttural moan.

Lucy curled her fingers and searched for Ona’s weak spot, when she’d found it she started thrusting her fingers in a steady but provokingly slow pace.

The difference in paces from Lucy’s tongue and her fingers drove Ona mad, she couldn’t keep her eyes open as her eyes kept rolling back and the arm where she was leaning on was shaking.

After a few second she dropped on her, the leg that Lucy wasn’t keeping open with a hand almost crashed into Lucy but she didn’t budge.

Lucy sat up a bit more and kept working her tongue and hand as she felt Ona’s walls convulsing around her fingers.

She groaned as she felt a new gush of wetness covering her fingers, and dripping on her hand.

With a loud moan and a tight fist in Lucy’s hair, the woman below her orgasmed.

Lucy smiled as she slowly came to a stop and sat back when the hand left her head.

Ona's legs came back together and she stretched with her arms above her, "that was…" she breathed out.

Lucy grinned, ‘’quick?’’ she offered.

Ona sat up and rolled her eyes, ‘’I was going to say good’’.

‘’Both can be true’’ Lucy with a smug face.

After a few hours well spent, Lucy and Ona were standing under her rain shower.

‘’Do you want to sleep here?’’ Ona asked as she was lathering herself up with soap.

Lucy grinned ‘’are you asking out of politeness?’’.

‘’Maybe’’ Ona grinned back, ‘’don’t want you to feel like a cheap whore’’.

Lucy laughed, ‘’no I’ll book my own cab home, thanks’’.

‘’I had fun’’ Ona said sincerely, ‘’thanks for coming along’’.

‘’Me too’’ Lucy returned, ‘’and I’m happy for it to be a one time thing’’.

‘’Mhm’’ Ona said, ‘’perfect’’. She was amazed with Lucy’s maturity about the matter, some woman could get very offended.

‘’What do you want me to do with the shoes and shirts?’’ Lucy asked as they were drying off.

Ona smiled, ‘’keep ‘em, give ‘em away, I don’t care, it costs me more to make effort returning them, then what I would get for it’’.

Lucy shook her head in disbelieve but thought it was very kind she had bought her the things, ‘’thank you’’.

Ona nodded, ‘’it was my pleasure’’.

As Lucy walked back to the bedroom to put her suit back on, Ona just put her robe on, she was home alone anyways, she couldn’t help but look at Lucy’s back and ass, looking perfectly toned.

She bended to pick her clothes up and turned around to lay it on the bed, she looked at the clothes before looking at Ona.

Lucy caught the Catalan staring at her abs and grinned, ‘’could I borrow a pair of briefs?’’ she asked, ‘’I can’t put this back on’’, she said as she held her underwear up.

Ona gaze traveled form Lucy’s muscles to the piece of cloth and she smiled, ‘’ofcourse’’ she said before going into her walk-in wardrobe.

She came back and handed Lucy the underwear, ‘’and you can keep this too’’ she winked.

After that, Ona left Lucy to get dressed and went to the kitchen, she downed the glass of sparkling water that was still on the counter and went to her table, opening the laptop that laid there.

In a few minutes she was completely indulged with the things on her screen and hadn’t noticed Lucy been done with getting dressed, now standing infront of her.

‘’Bye Ona’’ Lucy said as she walked closer to the woman.

Ona jumped at the voice breaking the silence, but quickly got her composure back and smiled, ‘’sorry, I was reading something’’ she stood up, ‘’I’ll see you Tuesday Lucy, thanks again’’.

‘’I had fun’’ Lucy smiled, ‘’I’ll see myself out, see you Tuesday’’.

Tuesday night – Bronze Fitness Forge, London

Ona and Lucy had another session. They both thought back at their one nightstand as a perfect encounter, the sex had been good and they were both on the same terms as far as relationships are concerned.

Lucy didn't think Ona was the type of girl she’d ever date, but she could say that she was absolutely perfect in terms of appearance. The fact that she was shorter, the freckles, her slightly defined muscles and most of all her perfect butt. Ona’s ass might be her favorite thing about the woman.

Ona was happy Lucy had been on the same page as her about at sleeping over, she didn’t like waking up next to people, they often looked and smelt bad and Ona didn’t like anyone in the world enough to deal with that. Ona was happy to go to the woman’s gym again this day, she felt like her sexual frustration had been cleared up and was ready to maybe even break that squatting PR.

Lucy was a little bit nervous about seeing the woman again, hoping it wouldn’t be awkward, she had gotten in a bit earlier than last time, to make sure they could at least get dressed separately. Even though she would be lying if she’d say she wasn’t at least a little bit curious if the hickey’s she had left were still there.

She shook her head, she shouldn’t be thinking about this. Ona had been perfectly clear, heck she had wanted it herself, this was a one time thing and in a month they’d maybe never see eachother again.

Ona came walking in to the gym, disrupting Lucy’s string of thoughts.

‘’Hey Ona’’ she cheerfully said, but she couldn’t help but notice the fact Ona was wearing a shirt and shorts now, rather then the sports bra she had worked out in until now.

‘’Lucy’’ Ona smiled, ‘’ready to break some records?’’.

‘’I sure am’’ Lucy said, ‘’do we go squatting straight after warm up?’’.

‘’Yes’’ Ona replied, ‘’I hope I can do more then 50 today’’.

‘’Enthusiastic, i love it’’

‘’Oh you know me’’ Ona joked.

‘’Always enthusiastic to break records’’ Lucy said, after which she cringed at herself.

They warmed up and went to the weight rack, ‘’hey have you already set it up?’’ Ona asked, smiling.

‘’Ofcourse’’ Lucy said smugly, ‘’six sessions left until you’re doing 55’’.

Ona rolled her eyes, ‘’if you weren’t hot I would’ve hired another personal trainer six sessions ago’’.

Lucy chuckled, ‘’well first off all thanks, second off all, what do you think a good personal trainer does then’’.

The Spaniard shrugged, ‘’not being annoying’’.

‘’I am not annoying’’ Lucy said as she quirked her eyebrows.

‘’How would you describe a person using insults as motivation’’ Ona challenged her.

‘’motivational’’

‘’annoying’’

‘’did you do those reps or not’’

‘’yes’’

‘’so, motivational’’ Lucy stated as if it was settled.

Ona shook her head and walked over to take place under the bar, ‘’please keep from your motivations until really really can’t go anymore’’ she stood up and took the bar on her shoulders, ‘’until then, you spot me quietly’’.

‘’yes ma’am’’ Lucy joked as she took position behind Ona, ‘’I kidding, I’ll shut up’’.

Surprisingly, Ona squatted the 50kg the first 8 reps perfectly, without any problem.

‘’I’m impressed’’ Lucy said as Ona was shaking her legs to get ready for the last set, ‘’you finally found your right mindset’’.

Ona smiled but kept quiet, she couldn’t get distracted now.

She took place under the bar again and accidentally walked into Lucy with her butt.

‘’Oh sorry’’ Lucy chuckled as she took a step back, ‘’okay last 4, let’s go’’.

Ona blushed at the way heat traveled to her core from the brief touch.

She took the weight on her shoulders for the third time and for some reason they felt twice as heavy.

Ona didn’t squat but kept standing there with the weights in her neck.

‘’Come on Ona, you can do it’’ she felt Lucy’s hot breath in her neck.

‘’I don’t know if I-

‘’You can do it Ona’’ Lucy pressed up against Ona, and put her hand under her arms, ‘’we’ll do it together’’.

Ona gulped as she felt Lucy front pushed against her.

She squatted and easily came back up with Lucy’s strength supporting her, she wanted to rack the weights as she stood straight again.

‘’3 more Ona’’ Lucy said in her ear.

Ona groaned as she did another.

‘’Good job Ona’’ Lucy said, in a voice close to a whisper. Ona couldn’t help but think the woman was doing this on purpose, she was so close, Ona could feel her abs in her back, and her thighs against her own, no other trainer had ever spotted her like this.

After the four squats Ona racked the bar and turned around, Lucy stepped back.

She studied the woman’s face, Lucy casted her eyes to the ground.

Ona ducked under the bar and stepped into Lucy’s personal space, she noticed a slight blush on the English woman her cheeks, but then again that could be from warming up.

Ona shook her head, thinking it was her mind playing tricks with her, ‘’so what next’’ she asked.

Lucy looked up at her with surprise but quickly put on a neutral face again, ‘’have you ever bench pressed?’’.

‘’Ofcourse’’ Ona chuckled.

Lucy insisted on showing Ona the best technique and did a few quick sets with the weights she had grabbed for Ona.

However, when Ona did the sets with those weights it went a lot less smoothly.

After the set Ona set up and set the weights down on the ground.

Lucy took place on the bench next to her, ‘’have you ever heard about the mind-muscle connection?’’.

‘’no’’ Ona said as she shook her head.

‘’Okay, so during an exercise touching the muscle is a great way to help increase the mind-muscle connection. When you physically touch the muscle, it provides tactile feedback that can be used to better understand which muscles are being targeted and how they should feel during an exercise’’. Lucy explained.

‘’Look’’ she said as she did a bicep curl, ‘’I am working my bicep right now, so then I’ll tap or touch the muscle and that will eventually help with increasing strength in that muscle’’.

Ona sighed, ‘’okay, so you are going to be poking my biceps as I bench press’’.

‘’With a bench press we target arms, shoulders and chest’’ Lucy said, ‘’one of the most useful exercise to work on your mind-muscle connection with, as you automatically start to use the muscles that are touched more then when you just do it, it helps with knowing from where you need to provide strength into the push’’.

‘’Okay lets do it professora’’ Ona chuckled.

While she was benching the weights Lucy poked the concerning muscles, but Ona couldn´t really take it serious, she was getting distracted with the way Lucy´s hands were resting on her chest now, just above her boobs.

´´don´t be so distracted Ona, focus´´ Lucy said, as she noticed Ona slowing her pace.

´´Allright´´ she said, and Lucy retracted her hands at her sudden harsh voice, the effect she hoped it would have, she dropped the weights besides her, ´´you sit here´´ she said as she stood up.

Lucy looked at her confused, ´´what?’’.

‘’Go sit here and do bench presses’’.

Lucy was confused but went to do what Ona ordered, as she had took the weights in her hands she started, ‘’just like this’’ she carefully said.

‘’Yes’’ Ona said as she took place on Lucy’s lap, ‘’go on, keep going’’ she said as she let her hands travel along Lucy’s arms, shoulders, chest and ended at her abs, as Lucy stopped and looked confused at her she repeated what the English woman had told her earlier, ´´don´t be so distracted Lucy, focus´´.

Lucy chuckled, ‘’I wasn’t sitting on your lap’’.

‘’I wasn’t grinding into your ass’’ Ona bit back.

Lucy set the weights besides her, ´´I’m sorry.. I couldn´t..

´´couldn´t what Lucy?’’ Ona sat as she leaned closer towards Lucy’s face, ‘’couldn’t help but wanting to feel my ass?’’.

The English woman swallowed hard, she knew it wasn’t professional of her.

Ona bit her lip as she looked at the woman squirming below her.

She leant to whisper something in Lucy’s ear, ‘’I am going to take a shower’’ she said before softly laying a single kiss in Lucy neck and getting up.

Without turning around she walked towards the changing room, hoping Lucy would follow her.

Lucy scrambled to sit up and wondered what the fuck just happened, she was very confused, a part of screamed that she should follow the woman, another part said to stay in the gym, as she had done more then enough.

-I am going to take a shower-, the words repeated over and over in her head, if Ona really wouldn’t have wanted her to follow her she would’ve surely said something else right, and not give her a kiss.

Without more contemplation Lucy jumped up, she hurried to the changing room and got in, the shower was already running, Lucy spotted Ona’s clothing on the bench.

‘’Uhm’’ Lucy cleared her throat, ‘’sorry’’.

‘’I can’t here you’’ Ona called from under the water, ‘’what did you say?’’.

Lucy stepped closer to the shower, the shower was just an extension of the dressing room, separated by a tiled wall and a corner, in there were 4 showerheads, which turned out to be the stupidest setup ever, as only one person showered here at a time, but they hadn’t thought about it like that when she helped designing the place.

‘’Sorry’’ she tried again.

Ona chuckled, ‘’Luce come here’’.

Lucy stepped along the wall and was met with a very wet, very naked Ona.

Ona grinned and walked towards Lucy, ‘’it’s okay’’ she said before pressing the taller woman against the wall, ‘’but now you've triggered something in me’’.

‘’w-what’’.

‘’Strip’’ Ona said coldly.

Lucy did as told and stepped out of her shoes before she threw her clothes in to the dressing room, in the same undressed state as the Spaniard she walked back to her.

‘’Good’’ Ona said as she pulled Lucy by her wrist to join her under the weak beam of warm water.

Lucy closed her arms around Ona and pulled her in for a deep kiss.

Ona groaned and broke the kiss, ‘’I don’t know what it is but I feel a weirdly big amount of attraction towards you’’.

Lucy narrowed her eyes, ‘’thanks I guess, I think you’re very hot too’’.

‘’No’’ Ona rolled her eyes, ‘’I mean, I have never not been able to suppress the urge to fuck someone’’.

Lucy smirked, ‘’it’s hard when it’s that good’’.

Ona rolled her eyes again, ‘’shut up, your dumb words turn me off’’ she said before kissing Lucy again.

The English woman grinned against Ona’s lips as her hand roamed Ona’s body until they settled between her legs, ‘’Do you get wet when you’re turned off?’’ she asked with an annoying smirk on her face, ‘’or where you lying’’.

‘’I am not lying’’ Ona said as turned them around, ‘’you’re the hottest when your mouth is closed’’.

Lucy chuckled as Ona dropped to her knees and kissed along her upper thighs. ‘’Or when you are cumming’’ Ona added before tugging one of Lucy’s legs on to her shoulder.

She made sure Lucy’s other leg was planted firmly on the ground before she buried her head in between the woman’s legs. Lucy closed her eyes as the shorter woman hungrily started eating her out. Ona reached around Lucy to grab her ass and guided her to grind down on her face. The muscular woman let out a groan and gripped Ona’s hair. The groans of Lucy and humming of Ona echoed in the tiled room.

With a hand coming down on the Catalans shoulder, pressing into her, she almost lost balance for a second, but she recovered and gripped tighter into the flesh of Lucy’s ass while she kept fucking with her tongue in and out of her entrance.

The leg that was hanging over her shoulder started jolting as Ona heard the breath of the woman above her get more and more unsteady. Lucy felt she was about to come undone and braced herself on Ona and the shower wall, grabbing the rod where the shower was connected to.

She bit her lips as she looked down at the beautiful woman bobbing her head between her own legs, she grabbed the hair she was holding and pulled at the roots as she pushed the head deeper into her core. Ona moaned at the act, a shiver traveled along Lucy’s spine at the vibration.

‘’Fuck’’ she breathed, ‘’I’m cumming’’.

At that last word her voice went up her voice went up an octave and her eyes rolled back while an electric pulse travelled through her body. Ona kept lapping at Lucy, dirty sounds filling the room, only when Lucy’s hips started jerking from sensitivity, she stopped. Only now she realized how hard she had been holding onto Lucy and she caressed the skin gently before pulling her hands back. She sat back and stood up to look at Lucy.

The English woman wore a dopey grin, with hooded eyes she smiled at Ona, ‘’that was amazing’’ she said as if she was under the influence of drugs.

‘’Good’’ Ona said, ‘’because I need this to be our last time’’.

At those words Lucy seemed to get sobered up immediately, ‘’I’m not done’’ she said.

Ona rolled her eyes but couldn’t ignore the way she felt her core pulsing at Lucy’s hungry gaze. Lucy stepped closer and kissed her. Lucy grinned as she felt the Catalan pushing herself against her, almost searching for some kind of relieve with the way her core searches for one of Lucy’s thighs.

‘’Not here’’ Lucy said as she broke the kiss, ‘’come home with me’’.

PART 2

#lucy bronze smut #woso smut #woso fanfics #lucy bronze #lucy bronze x reader #lucy bronze x ona batlle #woso #woso imagine #ona batlle smut #ona batlle

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Waking up to a ton of DMs and Anons alerting me to Sam Heughan posting an OBVIOUS LATERGRAM of him having vacationed on the island of Nevis. Thanks, Team, really appreciate you! Let's dive right in!

Earlier today, Sam posted this to his Instagram stories. It gives his location away, so it is FOR SURE a latergram, and he is no longer there. He would never let anyone know exactly where he is in real time. 👇

BUT, this pic didn't take itself and isn't a selfie from the back hahaha, and there is only ONE beach lounger next to him. Soooo, it's safe to say he wasn't alone and I can't imagine this wasn't a vacation with a lady friend. WHO is the question. 👇

He was very tanned when he pretaped the Kelly Clarkson Show, so he had already gone to Nevis when he taped this. 👇

Now remember when a couple of weeks ago I got this Anon saying they'd heard Sam was in the Bahamas and if "we see him with a nice tan," we'll know why? Look at the date of when I posted that--a couple of weeks ago. At the time, I thought the Anon was full of crap, but now I wonder if they did know something, but just got the wrong island. 👇

Nevis isn't the Bahamas but it's still an island, so maybe Anon just got the location wrong, but she did foreshadow him making an appearance with a tan. 👇

But Sam is no longer there because my longtime trusted source confirmed he was seen at JFK Airport on Oct. 22 headed to Edinburgh, like I posted a couple of days ago. 👇

And I added more info in this post. 👇

And then another Tumblr acct ALSO confirmed he'd been seen by an Instagram influencer at the airport lounge on the same date. The blogger left the comments in this post of mine. 👇

Here are the screencaps of the comments on someone other than my source ALSO stating Sam was at the airport on the same date--October 22, 2023. 👇

Soooooo, Sam went to Nevis a couple of weeks ago, with WHOM is the question. These are latergram pics for sure. And I got the source scoop that he flew from NY to Edinburgh on Oct. 22. He may not be there anymore but he was CONFIRMED heading there by my source and backed up by the IG influencer.

I'm running late for work, so please accept this as a blanket thanks to everyone who DMed me and I'll answer you individually when I get a break.

Happy Hump Day, everyone!

#samheughan #sam heughan #nevis #shannon ford #influencer #source #sources #jfk #jfk airport #bahamas #newyork #new york #edinburgh

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ewanmitchellcrumbs · 7 months ago

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I know you are tired of being reminded of the whole mess that’s been going on. I had no idea what was going on until foxyanon told me cause I asked. The shock that went through me when I was reading ems post. I was decent friends with bel and interacted a lot with her. Had no idea how vile those bloggers are, just damn right disgusting and rude. But I told em as well that I have nothing to do with what’s her face. I’m always here for you! This fandom needs some serious work done and rethinking. I’m screaming the biggest f you to her! I love your content even though I don’t say anything much. You’re wonderful and deserve better! 💗💗

Thank you for reaching out, and treating me like a human being. It is more than I currently deserve. I will place the rest of my response beneath a cut, as it will be quite long and I'd like to give people the option to scroll past, as they are doubtless tired of all of this, and rightly so.

Yes, the behaviour of that group is despicable, but I cannot downplay the gravity of my own in that.

I had a longstanding block with two users (I am not going to use their online nicknames, I do not deserve to), arcielee and sylasthegrim, I said disgusting things about both of them - the screenshots of my messages regarding them both on the post you have doubtless all seen are real (so is the final screenshot where I mention an anon I had received telling me to die in my sleep, the rest of the screenshots in that post have been falsified, doctored or snipped heavily out of context to make them appear hateful - the doctoring has been confirmed by two individuals well versed in Photoshop)

I hold my hands up and apologise to both those people, and the people that have seen those messages and been harmed by them. They are inexcusable, indefensible and were guided by a false belief that those two people were being hateful in turn about me, and actively going out of their way to harm and spite me. I am unsure what Bel thought she had to gain by exacerbating the animosity between me and Em and those two women, regardless, we should have done the mature thing and reached out directly to them. I will say, that I have never once sent anonymous hatred to either person. The extent of my vitriol was confined to that group chat.

Bel also used slurs in the group chat (I would like to point out that myself, Em and Fae did not). I won't repeat what these were. I do not want those ugly words on my page. They made me uncomfortable and I called her out any time she used one in particular, but she always laughed off my discomfort and carried on anyway. She is mixed race, I am white, in my mind it is not my place as a white person to tell an ethnic minority what is racism and what isn't. There are enough white voices shouting down others in online spaces. I know better now. I should not let my own discomfort silence me. I will call out hatred, bigotry and discrimination in every instance that I see it. My past inaction is embarrassing, it's offensive and I am devastated by the hurt I have caused to others. I am so deeply sorry.

I didn't speak up for a long time, because I have seen what these people are like when they have a grudge against someone. It's frightening, I was a coward. Yet despite staying silent on all of it, I have been doxxed just the same. I suppose perhaps that's karmic retribution?

I appreciate that people have felt my response has been lacking, however, I was out of the country, away from home, from the 14th until the 22nd, with only my phone at my disposal and with the expectation from my husband that I would enjoy the vacation we were on, and not be online dealing with all of this.

I would like the opportunity to atone for my behaviour, to make amends. Currently, I feel I am not going to be given the opportunity to do that, and understandably so. Emotions are high, people are raw from what they have learned and they do not feel comfortable being around me.

Seeing the screenshots of the people in their group passing around my personal photos and saying incredibly vile things about my appearance triggered a lapse with the eating disorder that I am in active recovery for. I then had another a few days later. I need to take some time away to get myself well, as the fear and anxiety of all of this is taking its toll. I also need the space to deal with the legal action I will be exploring with regards to Chris having doxxed me. I am not running away. I simply need to get myself into a space where I am stable enough to handle all of this, be accountable, and take responsibility without my own emotions diminishing other people's.

I know people hate me right now, but it pales in comparison to how much I hate myself. I am so very sorry for allowing this to happen.

#asked and answered

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 1 year ago

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Hi , I hope you enjoy your vacation!

I just wanted to share this with you or else i might forget.

Tw : potential(?) angst

What are your thoughts/ How do you envision the argument of asra and mc that resulted in their seperation and so on till the prologue.

This is the only point in asra's route that I just can't make scenarios of

I apologise for my broken English. I hope you have a great vacation 🤍 your blog is literally my safe space and I hope that you find peace in this community too <3

Brainrot's Arcana Essays: Pre-Prologue Asra and MC

Hiya lotus(?) flower anon!

Thank you so much, vacation has been wonderful so far ^.^ and I can't tell you how happy I am to know that this blog feels safe to you. Fandom has been my safe space for years now and I'm so privileged to pass that on :)

To get into answering your question, here's my essay:

The writers made MC as vague as possible for a reason - so that as many readers as possible could fill their shoes. This means that when it comes to the past, having an MC without any memories allows the reader to learn new things at the same time as MC, which contributes to the story feeling so immersive. Unfortunately, it also means that all we know about the past is hints and comments and side conversations that we're left to connect the dots with.

I remember being surprised by this too, but in their route during the paid "slow dance" scene (Wheel of Fortune, Rise and Fall), MC has the opportunity to ask Asra "Is this how we were before?" in reference to their growing relationship. And Asra says no.

The way he tells it, they met when he was a teen selling masks and trinkets that he and Muriel had made on the streets in Vesuvia. He says it was about nine years prior to the time of his route (which using fan estimates of his age would put him at 17). He was interested in MC right away, first as a passing fancy, then as serious crush, and then eventually falling completely in love. He even describes making more and more stock in hopes that MC would have so many options to choose from that they'd stay longer and he'd have more time to talk to them.

It's mentioned in an ask arcana post that after Asra and MC became friends, it wasn't uncommon for him to crash on MC's sofa (especially between trips). It's also mentioned in the prologue that Asra started out in a little fortune telling booth in the Marketplace before using the back room of the shop. It looks like, over the course of the five(ish) years between Asra and MC's meeting and MC's death of the plague, they went from acquaintances to friends to frequently sharing the same work/living space and having a strong partnership.

So how far did their relationship progress? When Asra tells MC that they were "like this" before, the two of them aren't even committed yet. MC still doesn't know what happened in their past, neither of them have said "I love you", and there hasn't been much talk of the future yet. It suggests to me that they were close friends, with a hint of something more on Asra's end, but that the "something more" never got the chance to develop.

That lines up with what Asra says about the way their own feelings developed towards MC. They were scared of how strong they were and their response was to leave, hoping that the distance would shake their attachment. But it didn't, which resulted in Asra running from their feelings and passing up the chance to have a romantic relationship with MC in the first place.

Which is why, when the plague came, Asra wouldn't have had any ground to stand on when he asked MC to come with him. They were close friends, they were business partners, but they weren't lovers. Furthermore, Asra had established a personal habit of disappearing fairly often in order to prevent them from getting too close, so even if MC had hoped to explore that kind of relationship with him they wouldn't have gotten the chance. The only influence Asra had when he asked MC to leave Vesuvia with him was as a concerned friend.

It's unlikely that there was a big, loud argument or messy breakup, because MC and Asra wouldn't have had a relationship that warranted it. The point of their disagreement isn't that they hurt each other, it's that they went their separate ways and that MC ended up dying afterwards. Asra takes so much blame on himself, not because he betrayed MC in any way, but because he hadn't committed to them enough to 1) reasonably expect them to leave Vesuvia with him, or 2) reasonably expect himself to stay behind and help. He blames himself for being too afraid of his own feelings to ask for the relationship he truly wanted and have the precedent to get involved in MC's life when everything fell apart.

Which brings us to Asra's and MC's dynamic for the three years between their resurrection and the prologue: it's not ideal, but it's a lot healthier than expected.

Asra did not have any claim on MC's heart when they died (which he sees as one of the reasons why MC was left to die in the first place) and he doesn't try to establish a claim after bringing them back. He doesn't bring MC back as an isolated, obsessive lover who couldn't handle a bad breakup. He sees MC's death as his biggest mistake, and then he works with other people and Arcana figures to bring them back. There was a collective agreement that MC deserved a second chance at life, Asra simply took initiative in bringing that to fruition and then took the responsibility on himself to care for MC as a close friend upon their return. It's a beautiful character development arc for him - the person who was too scared of his feelings being requited to commit, becomes the person committed to the one they love while expecting nothing in return.

There's three reasons why their dynamic afterwards is so isolated: first, all the other people involved in bringing MC back are missing their memories of it, unconscious, or out of town. Second, Asra is a naturally isolated person themself, constantly forgetting that there are people out there who exist and care about them and want to help. Making and holding onto relationships is a big personal blind spot for them.

Third (and most importantly), MC is in no position to make friends, because nobody in their neighborhood will speak to them. It wouldn't be unreasonable to expect that after three years of running a shop, somebody would have made friends without any outside help. MC doesn't have that option because people are too freaked out at seeing them alive, and Asra isn't going to take them anywhere else because this is the lifestyle that gives MC the most financial, emotional, and physical independence.

This is the backdrop of the events of the prologue: Nadia wakes up and Julian comes back to town, and they're quick to reconnect with MC. Asra remains friendly and supportive, but ultimately emotionally distant. The turning point for him is at the end of the prologue, when MC has the chance to ask him, explicitly, what they mean to him. It's only once MC has other connections again, is living independently, is clearly recovered enough to decide their own future, and invites Asra to express their feelings that MC starts to realize that his interest goes beyond friendship.

There's my little speculative timeline, friend, I hope it made sense and you liked it!

Cheers -

brainrot

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #asra the arcana #asra alnazar #the arcana apprentice #the arcana mc #the arcana hc #the arcana headcanons #the arcana game

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gaybananabread · 2 years ago

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Hi! I was wondering if you could write a fic for Gravity Falls where Wendy asks Mabel if Dipper is ticklish, and Mabel says he is susceptible to raspberries, so they both give Dipper raspberries?

Sure Anon! I was exhausted today, and im sorry if things sound a little wierd. Hope you enjoy!

Lee: Dipper

Lers: Mabel, Wendy

Summary: When Wendy asks Mabel if Dipper is ticklish, things get a little goofy. Raspberries are generously given.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!

Wnedy was at the Mystery Shack. The craziest thing ever happened: nothing. Literally nothing was going on, and she was bored out of her mind. Stan left her in charge, and she couldn't leave with Soos on vacation. Well, this sucks.

She looked around, searching for something, anything to do. The cursed, broken Goldie was by the back wall. Not touching that thing. In the corner, Dipper was reading his journal, completely content.

Lucky... wait a minute!

If Wendy couldn't find something to do, she could mess with Dipper! He always gets into trouble, something was bound to happen! She walked over to him, tapping him with her boot. "Hey, watcha doing little man?"

Dipper barely looked up. "Trying to figure out this new creature. If I can find some solid evidence, I can finally prove to Stan that I did see that disco-tech deer!" Wendy sighed. Bor-ring! She bent down, and poked his side, trying to get his attention. What she didn't expect was for him to bolt upwards. "ACTUALLY I SHOULD GO OUTSIDE 'KAY BYE!" He darted out the door.

What was THAT?

Wendy didn't know what she did. She just poked hi- oh. He might be... Better ask Mabel. Jumping to conclusions hadn't gotten her anywhere good in the past. She made her way to the attic, almost tripping over the loose step.

When she opened the door, Mabel was putting some lipstick on Waddles. For her, even that was boring. "Hey Mabel, got a sec?" She turned around, her canvas slipping out the door. "What's up?" The older girl shut the door behind her, sitting on the bed.

"Is Dipper... ticklish?" The question made Mabel's face light up, practical exploding with excitement. "HECK YEAH! He's so ticklish, it's gotta be a reccord. He loves it, too. Raspberries drive him crazy!" Now, Wendy had a plan to fix the boring day.

•••

Dipper was invested in the Journal, taking note of the disco-deer's diet and habitat. So much so that he didn't even notice Wendy and Mabel sneaking up behind him. When they jumped him, he definitely didn't shriek. "GOTCHA!"

They wrestled with him, trying to pin him down. It wasnt that hard, Dipper lost within seconds. His arms were above his head, hisleags pinned by Wendy. She went in front of him, while Mabel took his side. "Time for some fun!"

Wendy immediately started off rough, digging her hands into his armpits. He laughed hard, the whole first seeming to fill with it. Mabel went a bit softer, skittering her fingers down his sides.

"GUHUHUYS! WHAHAT THE HEHECK?!" Dipper didn't know what he did to provoke them. All he had really done that day was read. "We were bored, and you were here. Plus, I know you enjoy this." His face flushed red, but he didn't argue the statement.

Wendy looked over to Mabel. "Hey, did you say that raspberries drove him nuts?" Mabel nodded, liking where this was going. "Well, let's give him some! I wanna get the most out of this time." Wendy knelt down, blowing a big raspberry on Dipper's belly. His laughter doubled, practically shaking the trees.

"NYAHAHAHA! WEHEHENDYHEHEHE!" Mabel was nicer, blowing little raspberries on his neck. Dipper thrashed and squirmed, trying his best to escape. He failed, as expected, and the grils continued with their torment.

Wendy kept blowing raspberry after raspberry on his poor stomach. Tears of mirth dotted the corners of his eyes, threatening to spill at any second. "PLEHEHEHEASE! IHI CAHAHAHAN'T!" His sister let up, making things a bit better.

After about a minute, Dipper was exhausted. His chest hurt from laughing. He was losing it, it tickled way too much! Wendy saw his face and stopped, but not before blowing on last raspberry, shaking her head as she gave it to him.

"NAHAHAHAHA! HAHHAHAHA!" She backed off, leaving the boy to curl into himself, giggling off the residual tickles fluttering on his torso. It took him a solid minute to catch his breath. Wendy put a hand on his shoulder, worrying she had gone too far.

"Hey, you good dude?" He just nodded, way too tired to respond. Though he would deny it till he died, Dipper did have fun when they tickled him. It felt nice to just laugh sometimes.

The day was way better now. Wendy had fun, Mabel got to mess with Dipper, and he got tickled. Maybe boring days weren't so bad after all.

#gravity falls #lee!dipper #ler!wendy #ler!mabel #ticklish!dipper #gf tickle #gravity falls tickle #sfw tickling community #tickle fic #tickle #gravity falls dipper #gravity falls mabel #gravity falls wendy #dipper #wendy #mabel pines

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 years ago

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Made it through chapter 4 and talked about it with my mom. And hoo boy is there a lot to unpack 🤣

First of all, she got really mad at Crowley for leaving us at school and going on a vacation. (She legit was ready to punch Crowley when he refused our call). She did find the send off cute though but felt really bad for Riddle. She hopes that he'll become his own person and not his mother's puppet.

Then there's how she feels about the Scarabia duo. She ADORES Kalim, and calls him "that little sunshine" and thinks his Unique Magic is cool. She legit CRIED when Kalim cried omg 😂.

As for Jamil. She didn't really like him at first. At first. Though she thought he was handsome and charismatic. But after his true motivations were revealed, she absolutely hates him 😂. She literally dissed Jamil when we were pretending to praise him, calling him "Medusa and Jafar's love child". BUT when she saw his backstory, she did feel empathy but not sympathy towards him. In her own words, "While I understand where he's coming from, as being told to hold back your true skills is both frustrating and will make you envious and jealous of others' freedom, to pin it all on one person (Kalim) isn't the best or healthiest option."

She says that there are multiple people who deserve blame. His parents because they told him not to be better than Kalim. "They basically are the ones who started the fire of hate in his heart." She says. The whole class system, for obvious reasons. But the one person who deserves the most blame is Crowley for accepting a bribe from Kalim's parents and making Kalim housewarden with a bullshit excuse. All of them were really unfair towards Jamil and pretty much said the same thing "You're a smart boy, you understand right?" That line alone is enough to piss Jamil, and anyone really, off. She does praise Jamil for showing his true colors and vowing never to hold back in the end. In conclusion, my mom is kinda accepting of Jamil. For now.

She also found the Octavinelle trio hilarious but threatened to turn them into sushi when they told us to pay for the damages at Monstro Lounge and when Azul tried to get Kalim in a contract. She also expressed surprise at the Tweels and Azul's relationship.

During the end of the chapter, she actually deadpanned and said "who's this condescending Queen Bee" when she saw Vil.

Overall, she thought that Chapter 4 was the best chapter in her opinion.

Now I'm waiting for how she feels about Vil in chapter 5 cause it seems like she despises him more than she did Jamil. 😂

[I think this is the same Anon from this post and this post!]

chksbskwbzks It’s been pretty interesting hearing these hot takes from your mom 😂 (I guess because this isn’t a perspective I hear from very often?)

I’m split on Crowley leaving for vacation and not answering his phone when Yuu tries to contact him. Yeah, it’s irresponsible for him to act like this, but I think we’re more offended by it knowing that Crowley is, in general, this level of incompetent (especially when we REALLY need him to come through for us in this very moment). Keep in mind that this is winter break, and teachers/staff usually also have this period off for the holidays themselves, so it’s normal to receive no responses or delayed responses during this time, no? I don’t think anyone really expected a super serious incident like this to unfold while they’re away as well.

The sendoff was really cute! 😭 It was nice briefly catching up with the characters we met in previous episodes!! I only wish we got to hear about the aftermath of the conversation that Riddle said he was going to have with his mother… I doubt that all of their issues went away with a single talk, but 🥲 just confronting her about the past is a good start. Maybe Riddle will have the chance to explore other career options for his fourth year internship (instead of concentrating on magic medicine like his mother wants him to). He could tackle law for one semester, then dabble in other areas for the remaining two internship periods.

xbsjwbksnwkw Why does your mom sound like such a cinnamon roll?? We could always use more Kalim appreciators 🥺

I think a lot of us have pretty complicated feelings surrounding Jamil 😂 Having empathy for the character rather than sympathy (the latter of which I think Jamil may actually take offense to, as this would be “pitying” his situation without truly understanding why it’s so awful for him) is similar to my own thoughts on the matter. It can feel so bad constantly being put down and having to hold yourself back from reaching what you know is your full potential, but it also wasn’t right for Jamil to blame it all on one person. However, it was the easiest thing for his young mind to do to cope with his circumstances, as Kalim embodies a lot of the issues Jamil has and is “soft” enough to be a convenient sponge for Jamil’s anger.

… Okay, but Jamil’s OB looks pretty ugly. I’ll give you that much 😂 It pretty much is a mishmash of Medusa and Jafar—

Mmm, Jamil’s trauma is unique in that it’s something deeply systemic and difficult to dismantle. It was definitely his parents who planted the ideas in him, but it was society that perpetuated it and kept Jamil down rather than encouraging him or recognizing his abilities. Crowley plays into this too, and I think his words are the ones that claimed Jamil’s last straw and set him plotting to overthrow Kalim. I really like that TWST didn’t neatly resolve Jamil’s issues at the end of the episode, but rather introduced it (and the start of his character growth) as Jamil deciding to live in his own way.

A lot of people tend to misunderstand Jamil’s issues with Kalim on an individual level rather than a societal one, and it sometimes leads to talking down the seriousness the Viper family’s circumstances 💦 I can’t count the number of times I’ve seen “Jamil should have told Kalim about his frustrations; Kalim is kind and would understand, he would set Jamil free” without the fans recognizing the consequences of it. (Ironically, this is also something Kalim does in 4; he tried relinquishing his dorm leader seat and even offers to leave school to appease Jamil, but the offers are all refused.) Jamil has to consider his family and how his liberation would affect them and ultimately their legacy and livelihood (which Jamil brings up in episode 4 when expositing his motivations); it’s akin to generational trauma because it can’t be resolved overnight. It requires difficult conversations, acknowledging wrongs, and working as a widespread collective to fix it. The blame is not solely on Jamil not communicating; it’s also in part on the society and the systems in which he and his family operate.

… I mean, regardless of the reason for it, it was still legitimate damage to the lounge so I think (even if it was scummy to do), Octavinelle had every right to demand compensation. Otherwise, he’d be eating up the costs for that significant damage, and that’s not smart for a money grubber reputable business owner like Azul to do. And hey, what’s an octopus to do when he runs jnto Mr. Moneybags Kalim? He’s got to take advantage of opportunities and potential suckers customers while he can!

Azul and the twins’ relationship is so complex, man 🤡 I could honestly talk forever about it if given the chance bisvsjwnzksiwjd (but instead, I’ll link this post to get the basics of my thoughts out—)

I find it so funny (?) when people call Vil a “Queen Bee” type because while he definitely comes off as one at first, I found that (in the long run), I see Octavinelle as acting more like the stereotypical high school Mean Girls than Vil does 😂 Like, Vil certainly gives off a strong first impression (and not a very positive one), but I do think he ultimately has a stronger moral compass than most of the OB boys we’ve seen so far.

(Note: If you play EN, it has cut out content from parts of episode 5 😣 so I’d recommend looking up “Minna de Yahoo” and the deleted ending scene to get the full episode 5 experience!)

Anyway!! Episode 4 was also my favorite for a long time, the writing was pretty solid and I loved all the character interactions 😌 but then episode 6 happened and that one became my favorite—

#Scarabia #Octavinelle #Floyd Leech #Azul Ashengrotto #Tweels #Jade Leech #Jamil Viper #Kalim Al-Asim #spoilers #notes from the writing raven #Dire Crowley #Yuu #Riddle Rosehearts #Jafar #Vil Schoenheit

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my-castles-crumbling · 29 days ago

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Hi Cas it's July 29th anon

So on the last day of school, almost a week ago, which was the only day I went that week after my friends kept on theorising that L liked me (I skipped for unrelated reasons) and I tried to catch her looking at me but it didn't really feel like she did until after school was over when I was waiting for my car with A and she walked past us, and according to A she looked at me. I thought it was probably because we were in her way, but apparently she was on the other side of the pavement, so yeah.

I texted her on the 6th asking her for the notes from our shared class on one of the days I skipped bc someone else who was supposed to send it keeps kinda ghosting me and I still haven't received any reply. Here's the thing, we have a group with our class teacher from seventh grade and she sent us something recently and L liked it? But still hasn't replied to my message?? Like bro, even if you're busy af which could be true because we're on vacation rn because of a major religious festival in our city and a lot of people including me are travelling, but it takes less than a minute to reply with even some excuse or explanation? And honestly, the first day, I thought she might be faking nonchalance, but it's been four days?? The worst part is that most of the time, she doesn't bring her own textbooks to class and I've gotten so used to sharing mine whenever we need it that our teacher tells us to take them out and she barely looks at me and I reflexively just put it in the middle. The same happened with our midterm qps. I mean, I'm the only one she can ask, considering the fact that there's a pillar on her other side, but I thought we were at least cordial? I've asked her for notes once before but we didn't have class that day because of a school event which she told me happened. Idk she was literally "stealing glances", as described by A, a few days ago and then she proceeds to ghost me for four days. I'm confused because I'm pissed at her obviously bc of the lack of basic decency on her part and A thinks I should just brush her off next time she asks me to share anything, but I just can't bring myself to do that?? I can't with her mixed signals and rn I'm honestly convinced that she hates me bc like yes, she's a bitch, but I've seen her be cordial and even nice to other people so I just feel like an exception and that could only be bc she hates me or has some problem with me.

Hi!

I think you should try asking her. Honestly, it sounds like a lot of the time, communication is happening around people, and not with them. I think if you want the real story, you need to ask. It's okay to be nervous about asking, but nobody but L is going to know exactly why L isn't talking to you, you know?

Sending love!

#ask #asks #ask cas #july 29th anon

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golbrocklovely · 1 year ago

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I think Sam has mentioned in the past that he hates editing. So, if it’s not his thing, why not get someone in to do something you’re not good at/don’t really like? Colby maybe really likes it and maybe likes the control of it. We don’t really know the actual dynamic of their partnership.

Maybe Colby was the one who replaced Sam on editing. And just because Sam isn’t doing editing doesn’t mean he’s doing nothing and making Colby do all the work. There’s more behind the scenes stuff that we don’t see. He could be doing more of the “business” side of it.

actually the opposite is true. sam loves editing. he literally said, i forget when, that if youtube ever went belly up, he would edit for other ppl. is it possible that that has changed? sure. but i know for a fact he said this at one point.

and i'm not arguing that he shouldn't have gotten an editor. they both should have one ! my whole argument is that if colby likes editing, and sam doesn't, that's fine - but DO NOT take credit for something you didn't participate in. sam all the fucking time says "we're editing" when there is no WE. sam has not edited in a long time, he has had an editor since some point last year. colby has been editing since the beginning of their careers. and all any fan does is give credit to sam, who also takes credit for it.

and no, colby did not replace sam in the editing process. there was literally a whole stint of sam posting about finding an editor, writing 20 page guidelines for them to follow, complaining he couldn't find someone, and stuff like that. he decided to leave the editing process. he was not pushed out.

i do think sam is doing other work, but so is colby. on top of the editing. colby is editing for 12 hours a day while sam is off getting hair cuts, training for marathons, and going on his third vacation of the year. and all while that's happening, colby is stuck editing and giving hints that his mental health is in the shitter. and we know all of this bc snc are saying it/showing it themselves.

this then raises the issue to me that sam SHOULD be helping. cut the other videos while colby works on the other. he can't hate editing that much to just not do it at all. and it's insane to me bc if colby is telling us as fans he's not doing the best, god knows what he's telling sam. so you would think that sam, the one that literally helped colby get thru his cancer treatment, would HELP OUT so colby has less shit on his plate.

respectfully, you are not gonna change my mind about this. this whole situation is very indicative of a larger issue in the fandom to me, and that's that this fandom can't handle giving criticism to sam. fans love to throw shade at colby, shit on him, call him names (but in a "joking" way ofc) since the millisecond i stepped into this fandom back in 2018. but when someone points out that maybe sam isn't acting the best in this ONE scenario, all of sudden there are ppl coming out the woodwork to defend him.

and i'm not blaming you in particular, anon. this is something that i've noticed for quite sometime now. i mean, prime example, any time i bring up dumb and wise and complain that sam's thinking is way out there and not relatable at all - i get tons of asks defending him. hell, i had someone send me an ask on here replying to me, and then they brought my other ask to twitter where they said i should go "kindly" throw myself in a ditch and "kindly" fuck off, all while not knowing i follow them on twitter lol

like i get it. i love sam just as much as yall. but you guys (in general, not you specifically) love pointing out when colby fucks up, but can't do the same to sam. it's weird and very dumb. sam is in the wrong this time. sorry.

#ask #personal #sam and colby

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chuluoyi · 10 months ago

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Hi Chu!!! I'm replying rn before I get busy again grrr

That's good to hear!! Will you be going on small trips or overseas?

AHAHHAHA LOVING HOW YOU'RE JUST CALLING HIM A PRICK 😭😭 And your bf definitely didn't know what he was getting you into... But you can blame him for making you start simping for Gojo! So he can't roll his eyes at Gojo anymore!

YEAH IT WAS TRAUMATIC 😭 And I guess you can get water shoes...? IDK I use those for kayaking and stuff but they cover your feet AHAHHA But how did your feet crash against rocks- Like were you walking in the water orr- And ouch How did it even get into your nails 😭😭😭

3.9?!??!?! lowkey jealous 😭 And unfortunately, I suck at presentations AHAHA Like I'm those type that must memorise their scripts or I'll start stuttering and pausing A LOT. Like I memorise my script but when I say it out I reword it at some parts... If I don't memorise and just Yolo it.... Eh I'll probably start crying AHAHA This is 1 reason why I ask myself if I joined the right course... But yes I will try! Idt I can get into a local Uni tho AHAHA cause most people only get in with a GPA of 3.7> and it's so scary...

Yeah agreed... For my friends, 4/5 of my friends including me love Taylor swift songs and Mandopop while my last friend likes k-pop... and like she always felt so left out... But both of us love anime so that's how I bond with her! She ended up ditching us for her boyfriend tho... She literally doesn't contact us anymore unless she has no one to go out with... So my mum put me on a ban and I can never go out with her again....... Reason cause she's a fake friend? Idk what do you think?

YAY yes do watch! You can read the webtoon too! It's a daily pass! AHAHAHA yes totally normal [I watched The marvels because of his one minute cameo] Oh really? how bad is the CGI 😭😭😭😭

AHHAHA THEY TRIED?!??! I'm just being laughed at cause I haven't been asked out/ asked someone out AHAHHAAHHAAH putting you up for sale 😭😭😭 Can't relate YET but I can somehow imagine it.... Omg serious?! Same omgomg! AHAHAH Don't worry babe I'm a southeast-Asian chinese and I don't know like half of those...

AHHAH It's a crystal from my crystal obsession phase when I was 16... YEAH By right it's for healing... But Idc I pray and manifest with it anyway!

Thankyou thankyouuuu! Aahah I'm not a fan of suffering from heatstroke in those stands either, but good things is my country didn't allow standing pens for her concert! So I guess no heatstroke?

YESS LUKE'S IS SO CUTE AND ANGSTY BUT GRRR I LIVE FOR ANGST DHHDHD How many are you from guaranteed SSR 😭😭 加油加油 I know you can do it! RIGHT This story got me HOOKED and you're so right ROSA 🤤🤤 She makes me question how I'm still straight...

I skipped past the main story for the S-chips ngl... I told myself I'll re-read it... But did I? I wonder...

ALSO I saw an ask about Love and deep space! Did you pre-reg? It looks so interesting!

Also I'm thinking of going off-anon soon cause I want to send pics but being anon doesn't allow me too grrr

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disco anonn!!🥹 sorry for the late reply i just went back from my vacation and i really want to answer you while sitting in front of my laptop :'))

i went to malaysia! it's just a little trip planned bc we haven't been on a trip lately and also visited penang to get checked up ehehe

the way he's now regretting it is so funny ahahahah🥹 like trying so many ways to make me face the truth (gojo's death) but i wouldn't have it and he's like 🤧🤧🤧

water shoes... the ones like frog's feet?🥹 omg it's too funny like imagine walking on the sand with that big of shoes😭 more like the rocks are hidden beyond the sand and i just stomped over it??😭 it's no better that my rubber sandals has these... holes? (gods i still don't understand why they made holes in it) which basically guarantees that sand would go through them😭😭😭😭 it looks like bathroom sandals ngl

ooh actually same!! during my uni days, i'd stutter a lot and blanked out in the middle of presentations🤧 HAHAHAH yolo it omg that's so relatable and yes, now... maybe i'm just in a mostly yolo mindset too but i just went with the flow, and spout everything in my head (the cons is that sometimes it's jumbled up a bit) but i learn that it's better that way rather than clamping up?🥹 keep fighting disco anon!! i'm rooting for you!! <3 i know it seems hard at first but what doesn't kill you will make us stronger! (or cry..... at most, but that's okay!!!)🥹

mandopop!!! omg i used to love taiwanese songs back then!!🥹 oh wait i got sidetracked... hmm, it's a bit hard to pinpoint but... well, i wouldn't immediately say that she's a fake friend... but more like, friend who only comes to you for convenience? i have a fair share of friends like this and there are two kinds of them: one, who is plainly fake it shows and two, who is still kind to you despite having drifted apart. personally, i wouldn't mind the second one though, because we can't exactly force being friends with someone...

SAME I WATCHED THE MARVELS FOR HIM but he only showed up for 2 minutes skaldjsa CGI's not that bad!!🥹 but in my eyes, the creature seems strange so...

THEY DID TRY ASKDASKDA i felt like a fruit put on sale honestly omg my aunt tried to set me up with her son's friend once (she said he had a stable job and is a nice, big catch etc) and what happened? nothing. the guy was so silent i was like talking to a brick wall and i couldn't say anything because ??? hello i'm way younger than you i don't have the audacity😭 ahahaha but seriously putting up daughters for sale is like a trend within chinese community or something?😭 everywhere i go, we always have similar stories regarding this adskdjalsd

i usually pray... using hands🥹 that's just because i'm lazy though ahahaha in the new years it's usually with incense and such

omg that's so convenient!!🥹 it would do wonders if only there's a regulation like that in my country too *sigh* did you have fun??

.............i give up again. i will make do with marius. BUT I WILL CATCH HIS FIREFIGHTER CARD THOOO OMG I WAS LIKE ADSAIDJASD WHEN I SAW IT I. MUST. GET. THAT. FIREFIGHTER. CARD !!!!!!!

AHAHAH i used to skip them too for schips🥹 but apparently they're so engaging! especially eps 6-8, i lit can't get away from my screen ahahaha

i did! but... honestly after playing it for two days now... it's not quite my style?? :')) it looks way too realistic... but not... uh, what i'm comfortable with? i prefer to keep playing otome with drawing styles rather than 3d one because i can't never get used to it asjdkajda do you pre register and download it? how are your thoughts so far?

it's okay to go off anon!! ahahah🥹 but wait i think i might know who you are....🤭

#—chu’s mailbox 📬#💌: 🪩

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illicitlimerence-writes · 3 years ago

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promise | m. schumacher

pairing: mick schumacher x reader word count: 2.1k words request: sort of, i asked for ideas and an anon sent this: "for the mick prompt - maybe he gets you something expensive and then you feel bad bc you did something homemade (but super thoughtful) and he loves it so much! (if you’ve seen the office that’s where this idea comes from lol)" thank u thank u thank u prompt: letter o: opening presents. from this christmas alphabet prompt list. warnings: language, not proofread. a/n: day fifteen! special thanks to that anon and @vikasus for being absolute lifesavers.

my masterlist / christmas alphabet masterlist

part two "tomorrow" & part three "today"

"baby, please no gifts this year," you asked, looking up at mick from your spot on his chest.

"what? why?" he said, his fingers tracing figures on your skin.

"because i don't need anything... i've got you, i've got angie, that's all i need." you gave him a small smile. you'd been feeling down for the past few weeks, losing the motivation to even get out of bed in the mornings sometimes.

"but it's christmas," he pouted, "at least one. something small," he proposed. you sighed, nodding.

"something small, but special. okay," you nodded, feeling as mick pressed his lips against yours.

you began searching the internet, looking for what to get mick for christmas. you didn't want to buy him something, you wanted to give him something handmade, something to pour all of your love for him into. you scrolled through pinterest, cringing at the extremely cheesy and puny ideas, until you stumbled upon one that you actually liked.

you grabbed your keys and went to the nearest craft store, buying construction paper, decorative tape, glitter, stickers, sharpies and pens, and glue. you went to your bedroom, locking the door as you grabbed your album full of polaroids you'd taken throughout the year.

pictures of mick in his f1 car, vacations you took together, lazy days, taking angie out for a walk, candid photos of mick when he didn't know you were taking pictures of him. you knew that buying that camera would come in handy, eventually. first, you chose the pictures. it was hard, mick looked perfect in all of them, and they all held very special memories for you, but after hours of looking through all of them, you found the perfect 30+ pictures to do your scrapbook with.

you took your time, each time mick left the house you worked your hardest to finish this special gift, writing small notes underneath the pictures, remembering that specific day, recounting your favorite parts, and thanking him for making you the happiest person on earth.

you wrapped a ribbon around it, making a neat bow on top, and placing it inside a box, which you hid inside a suitcase in your wardrobe.

you grabbed all the presents for mick's family and put them in the back of your car. you were having dinner with the rest of the schumachers at their house, and you and mick would return to your shared home after, both of you too eager to see what you'd gotten each other, you wanted the gift exchange to be something intimate, just between you two.

dinner went by in the blink of an eye, his family loved what you'd gotten them and you thanked them for the beautiful new dress and shoes they got you. you weren't used to receiving that many things, so birthdays and christmases were always very awkward for you since you didn't know how to react. you wished them all a happy christmas and you and mick made your way back, his hand engulfed yours as he laced your fingers together.

angie attacked the both of you once you opened the door. you spent a good few minutes petting her and giving angie her own presents, a new toy, more of her favorite treats, and a new leash. once you tired her out she plopped on her bed next to the fireplace and fell asleep.

"it's time," mick said, a huge grin on his face. "yours first," he said.

"okay," you nodded.

"give me two minutes, stay here and close your eyes," he sat you on the sofa and put your headphones on over your ears, music playing from an app on his phone at just the right volume where your ears didn't hurt but you couldn't hear what was going on around you.

"mick, i thought we agreed on something small," you began, pushing the headphones off your ear as a small ball of nerves formed in your stomach as you feared what you'd prepared for him wouldn't be enough.

"i know, but i just couldn't help myself. you are the person i love the most in the world and i wanted to make this day special for you," he said as he kneeled in front of you, grabbing both of your hands and kissing your knuckles.

"but i-" he interrupted you.

"please, i know how you get when i give you stuff, but i love doing it, i love spoiling you because i can." he leaned in and pressed his lips on yours softly, the tingles in the back of your neck disappearing.

"fine. just this once." you agreed, smiling as mick grabbed your chin and pulled you down towards his lips, kissing you with excitement.

"for now," he said, placing the headphones back in place and covering your eyes with a sleep mask. he left in a hurry, and you tapped your foot against the floor to the beat of the music playing. two songs turned to three, and you hummed the melody under your breath. a hand on your shoulder startled you, and you took off the sleeping mask to see mick standing over you with a smile on his face.

"so, i thought we could do a little scavenger hunt, i've left clues and other small gifts along the way, all leading up to the big reveal." he grabbed your hand and led you to the kitchen, where you saw a red envelope sitting on the counter. mick let go of your hand as he pushed you toward it, you gave him a nervous smile as your fingers touched the envelope. "open it," you swallowed down your nerves and uneasiness, mick looked so excited, and you didn't want to ruin this night for him.

"where we say goodbye and i never want to leave your side," you read the handwritten clue. "the front door?" you asked, seeing a smirking mick shrugging. you rolled your eyes playfully, grabbing his hand and leading him to the front door, where you saw another red envelope. you grabbed it, ready to read the next clue.

"wait, you have to look for your present first!" he said, you looked at him with a puzzled look on your face. "after each clue there's a gift,"

"and how many clues are there?" you nearly winced at the thought. he just smiled at you sheepishly, "mick!"

"please, you said just this once," he pouted, walking to you and wrapping his arms around your waist, "please?" he pecked your cheek.

"fine," you sighed, leaning back against his chest, "where is it?" you looked around the entrance of your home, everything seemed in place. you noticed something shiny as you looked up to the key holder. you grabbed a keychain with an anchor charm hanging from it. you held it up and mick smiled.

"you've been my anchor all this time, you've kept me grounded and brought me back to land whenever life got hard," mick said and you threw your arms around his neck, your chest felt warm as you kissed him.

you kept reading the clues as you received more gifts, some got a more positive response than others, but you could only focus on mick's accomplished and excited grin as you reached the last clue.

"okay, this is the last one,"

"thank god, i'm tired of running around the house back and forth," you complained, leaning against mick's side. "thank you for all of this, you really, really didn't have to," you said as you looked down at the bracelet around your wrist. the weight of it felt foreign, the bright diamonds matched the ones that now rested on your ears and around your throat.

"i know. but i wanted to," he shrugged his shoulder. you were in your bedroom, the opened boxes resting on your bed. a sparkly silver dress and high heels, a diamond bracelet, earrings, choker necklace. mick insisted you put them all on as you received them, so now you were draped in enough shiny jewelry and clothes to light up a small town.

"a promise is eternal, and so is our love. you've changed my life forever, you've made me feel hope. i hope you take this ring, as a promise of my love, and a future for us, forevermore," your voice shook as you finished reading, looking at mick with wide eyes. his hands were in his pockets. he had a small smile on his face, and you noticed a muscle twitching on the right corner of his lips. he was nervous. "mick- i- wh-"

he cut you off as he pulled out a small ring, with a pink gemstone on top.

"i really should've gone first," you thought out loud as he grabbed your hand. both of your hands were shaking, and mick's felt a little clammy. "wh- what's-"

"please don't freak out," he said, eyes wide and cheeks rosy. "it's not what you think," he started, making you frown as you looked down at your joined hands, "i- i mean it is, but-"

"hey, look at me," you used your free hand to grab his head, directing his eyes toward you. "i'm freaking out, you can't freak out," you shook your hand.

"okay, i- okay," he took a deep breath, and you imitated him without noticing. "we're way too young for an actual engagement, but i- i think we're ready for... something more. so, this- it's a- a promise ring. of a future together, i want to share my life, my highs and lows with you. i want you to be the first thing i see in the mornings, and the last person i talk to at night. you are the best thing that's happened to me in a long time, and i love you so much that it scares me sometimes, but i wouldn't change it for anything in the world. i love all your quirks, your moods, the way you accepted to do this for me even though you don't really like receiving things."

"i really should've gone first," you choked, feeling tears in your eyes.

"i'm almost done, i swear. i- i just wanted you to know that you're it for me. when i think about my future all i see is you." he sighed. you were gripping each other's hand so tightly that your knuckles turned white. "what do you say? i promise you a happy future, filled with love and support and-"

"i'm in," you cut him off. "you're all i need, you're my best dream come true. you make me feel like the luckiest person alive." you felt him sliding the ring around your finger. "you're perfect."

"i know this won't compare to what you just got me, but, i still hope you like it," you bit your lip as you watched mick open the photo book carefully, "just rip the paper, it's fine,"

"noo, i want to take my time. i know how much time went into this gift, i don't want to rush it," he said as he finally undid the bow.

soft music played as you sat on mick's lap, a santa hat on your head and your scrapbook in mick's hands. he peppered your lips and cheeks with kisses every time he turned the page and you played with his hair as you watched expectantly his reaction. you giggled as you talked about certain memories made throughout the year.

"i loved this so much, schatz. it's beautiful, thank you," he rubbed the tip of his nose against your cheek as it tickled your skin.

"i'm happy you liked it, i know it's not much but-"

"none of that, my love. i love it, you poured your energy and your love into making this, it makes me the happiest knowing all of these memories mean as much to you as they do to me." he placed his lips on yours. "i have an idea," he said.

"what?"

"wait here," he placed you on the sofa as he ran upstairs.

"what are you doing?" you yelled, still wearing the dress mick bought for you. you heard him saying he'd be right down, and you laughed with your hands resting on your stomach. the light reflecting on your new ring caught your eye. you played with it, still not used to it being on your finger. you heard mick's footsteps coming back, you looked up, smiling when you saw him wearing his black tux. "what's this?"

"well, look at you, i thought it was only appropriate to try and match your beauty," he stood in front of you, and you fixed his little black bowtie.

"this was your idea?" you asked, beaming brightly.

"part of it. i was thinking, we could make our own scrapbook, starting today," he said, grabbing your waist. you felt your heart thumping in your chest. "i know you loved doing this, and that it's something you enjoy doing, so i figured we could make one together." he smiled shyly. you had a cheerful grin on your face as your hands traveled up to his face, pulling him towards you.

"like i said, you are absolutely perfect."

"so are you, my schatz. we just need to work on letting me spoil you every once in a while."

"don't push it."

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perfectpaperbluebirds · 3 years ago

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So I don’t have a blog for this but here’s a scenario. A and B leave for a week trip to visit A’s family for vacation. It’s not a very fun one though because everyone in the family gets a cold including A.

A tried to tell B to keep distance but they say “I’ve been with you and the family all week, if I was going to get it, it’s too late”. But miraculously nothing happens… until the day they leave to drive back home.

B wakes up feeling awful. A knows, but B doesn’t want A’s family to worry. On the way out the parents say “B, I don’t know how you managed to avoid all this…”

A volunteers to drive home. B ends up getting hit the worst, and A takes care of them the week after while they recover.

Hello anon! I hope you saw the first part to your fic. Posting this ask now with the second part so everyone can see the completion of this prompt. Thank you for the wonderful idea! I loved writing this prompt so much

Part 2 of this fic influenced by this post and this post.

Read Part 1 of Under the Weather here. As previously stated, feel free to send me more prompts or asks for Shane and Molly!

Under the Weather Part 2:

A tired and headachy Molly emerged the next day, their final full day in Seabrook. Her tiredness, she decided, was from all the interrupted half-naps and late night shenanigans the day before. The headache, she told herself, was from the emotional fatigue from the past week. As for the minor sore throat she had… Well, she did her best to ignore it.

She met Linda on her way to the kitchen. Her future mother-in-law was just coming from there with two mugs of tea and Jory at her heels as always. The older woman was pale and haggard-looking, with dark circles under her eyes and her nose a vivid red.

"I'm really not well today, dear," Linda croaked before Molly could speak. "Neither is David. How is Shane?"

"I don't know, ma'am. I assume he's sleeping," Molly said, thankful she didn't have to lie. "He's been in his room with the door closed all night. I was going to check on him soon."

"I see. Well you'll have to entertain yourselves today. I'm not sure how much I'll even manage to get out of bed," Linda said faintly, and Molly actually believed her, for she certainly looked much worse than the day before.

"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that. Don't worry about me. I just hope you feel better. If you need anything, please let me know."

"Thank you, dear," Linda sniffled, continuing her shuffling way back to her room, where Dave could be heard, coughing away as always, but now with wet sniffling added in.

After obtaining a much-needed coffee, Molly made her way to Shane's room once again. She softly opened the door and peeked in. She found him sleeping as expected, snoring to wake the dead. Whether he sensed her presence or it was just perfect timing it was hard to be sure, but he began to stir a moment later. After plucking at his blankets and pillows for a bit, he finally lifted his head a fraction and opened sleep-crusted eyes.

"Molly?" he muttered, hardly intelligible, reaching for the spot where she'd been laying when he fell asleep the night before.

"I'm here, hon," she called softly, creeping in and closing the door. "Are you ok?"

"Just wondered where you went," he mumbled, lying back down with a chesty cough.

She didn't bother to explain that she'd been gone for over eight hours, but simply clambered back up beside him. "How'd you sleep? How are you feeling?"

"Mmph."

"That good, huh?" She pressed her hand against his forehead like she had the day before. This time though, she gasped softly at the unexpected heat she felt there. "Oh Shane, you've definitely got a fever now."

"Mmph."

"My poor love. I'm so sorry this is happening to you." She tenderly stroked his messy hair.

He cracked one eye open. " 'S not your fault. Thi'gs happen. Part of life."

"I suppose," Molly sighed. "I just hate seeing you so miserable."

Shane grunted. Before he could do more than that, his hazy, pre-sneeze expression appeared, and his breath hitched warningly: "Gihh-ESSHHshuuu! Hih-- hehKSHHHshuu!" His breath stuttered, and there was a pause, but it was clear the tickle was still overwhelming him. With streaming eyes, he pressed his face into his elbow as his chest expanded once more. "Ehhh- ERRSHHhuh! Hih'EZSHHyue!"

Molly handed him a handful of tissues with a sympathetic sound. "Bless you. Poor doc."

He scrubbed his face roughly with the tissues, coughing as he did so. "At least ndow I'mb sigck enough thad mbaybe mbom will leave us alone and let mbe sleebp," he mumbled thickly.

Molly chuckled humorlessly. "I don't think you'll have to worry about that. Your parents are a lot sicker today too. We're probably safe."

Shane huffed a small sigh. "That sugcks. *I'mb* sorry this is happening to *you*. This mbust be a pretty mbiserable vacation."

"It's not so bad," Molly said with a shrug. "The first part of the week was fine." She squeezed his hand with a little smile. "And I couldn't be miserable as long as I'm spending time with you. I don't care what else is happening."

"Mby girl," Shane said with a sleepy smile.

"All yours," Molly grinned, kissing his hand. "Do you need anything right now?"

"Ndo," Shane said, burying his face against her with a yawn. "Just you lyi'g here to keep mbe warm while I knock myself back out with Nyquil."

"I think I can handle that," she giggled.

Shane passed the whole day in a Nyquil-induced stupor. He was either sleeping or half asleep and barely aware of his surroundings. However, he somehow knew whenever Molly left his bed, because the times she got up to use the bathroom or eat, she would find him restlessly tossing when she returned, and he wouldn't settle again until she was at his side.

She tried to get him up around midday during one of his restless bouts, thinking perhaps a change of scenery and some fresher air might help him feel better.

"Shane, c'mon," she coaxed. "You need to eat something, and you don't want to get food in your bed. Sit up for a little bit. Stretch your legs. Let's go watch TV in the living room at least."

He lifted his head and leveled his sleepy stare at her. "I'mb ndot getting oudt of bed," he croaked firmly. "And I'mb ndot hungry anyway." He let his head flop back down on the pillow, his eyes drifting shut immediately.

That ended the conversation, and she didn't try to argue with him again that day. She let him sleep, and in fact slept most of the day with him. Much as she tried to convince herself otherwise, she really wasn't feeling well. Her nose and throat were tickly and scratchy, and her headache didn't go away the whole day. Sleeping didn't really help her feel better, but it didn't make her feel worse, and there wasn't much else for her to do. Her feverish fiance didn't like her to be out of his sight for long, and since he wouldn't leave his room, she wasn't inclined to do so either.

Linda and Dave didn't make a single appearance the entire day. Molly heard them moving around the house a few times, but they didn't come anywhere near their son's room. It was the laziest, most peaceful day Molly could ever remember having, and it was almost a surprise when the sun disappeared and she realized their vacation was almost over. Evening turned into night, and still Shane slept on, while Molly remained nearby to keep an eye on him.

Her sleep schedule was completely out of whack, so after sleeping all morning, she was wide awake and playing games on her phone when Shane began to wake in the middle of the night. She watched him toss and turn beside her for a while, and when he finally opened his eyes, she greeted him with a smile.

"Hey stranger," she murmured.

He returned the smile, stretching luxuriously. "Hey you. What time is it?" He croaked, his voice only a sleepy whisper.

"Almost one-thirty A.M. How are you feeling?"

"Better, I thingk." He rubbed his eyes, yawning. "I feel mbore awake. Thingk my fever is down." He slowly raised himself to a sitting position, unable to keep from coughing as he did so.

Molly pressed a hand to his forehead to confirm. "It definitely is. That's good news."

Shane chuckled. "It is good news. You could use an actual thermometer though, you know. The accuracy of your hand in gauging a fever could be considered questionable."

Molly quirked an eyebrow, unable to keep from smiling. "Are you saying you want me to go grab an actual thermometer, Dr. Mitchell?" she teased.

“Ndo, ndo. What I want is sumb food. I’mb absolutely starving.” His stomach growled loudly as he spoke, proving his point.

Molly giggled. "That'll happen when you haven't eaten all day. Poor guy. I've never heard your stomach make a noise like that before."

He stood and stretched with another yawn. “Let’s go raid mom and dad’s pantry.”

“I’m game,” Molly said, gesturing for him to lead the way.

They decided to make a little party out of their midnight snack, in celebration of Shane’s improving health. Molly lit a few candles that were supposed to be from their engagement party and played some smooth jazz through her phone. Meanwhile Shane scoured the house for food, until he came up with a huge bag of pizza rolls for himself and a new box of cereal for Molly. Once the food was procured, Molly made a jug of grape Kool-Aid while Shane manned the microwave as the pizza rolls cooked.

When everything was ready, they dug in with gusto. Molly perched on the kitchen island with her legs crossed to enjoy her cereal, putting her at eye level with her fiance, who was standing and devouring pizza rolls like he hadn’t eaten in a week. They didn’t talk much--they didn’t need to. Happiness and contentment saturated the room, and saturated every look they exchanged with one another.

However, all things must come to an end. Even after sleeping all day, they both wanted to at least try to get some sleep overnight before driving home the next day. So, after cleaning up the kitchen, they kissed goodnight and went their separate ways for the first time all day. Molly was certain she wouldn’t be able to sleep, but after taking her melatonin, she felt her eyes getting heavy, and she was asleep in no time.

~~~

Morning came too soon for Molly. Before she even opened her eyes, she knew she was sick. Every muscle hurt, her head was pounding, and her nose felt irritated and itchy. Sitting up made her cough. She drew her knees up to her chest and rested her head on them with a groan. The simple task of putting clothes on and bringing her suitcase to the front door felt monumental. She had to do it, though. She'd rather be sick in the car with Shane than be stuck here any longer.

With a sigh, she slowly lowered her feet to the ground, beginning to shiver immediately. The change in position made her nose start to tickle and run. Letting the inevitable happen, she hunched forward into a pair of itchy sneezes.

“hiiihh’TEHHTCH! ehht’CHOO! Ugh.” She swiped the back of her hand against her nose in frustration. The fact that she had seen this cold play out and knew she was in for a long few days only served to sour her mood even further. Still, by tonight she’d be at home in her own bed. That thought alone gave her the strength to stand and begin getting ready.

She got all her things collected and packed, and got dressed. The mirror revealed she looked just as ill as she felt, and she didn't want Shane's parents to know she was sick, lest they insist the couple stay longer. With that in mind, she put on the bare minimum amount of makeup needed to make her look human, though it was the last thing she wanted to do. Everything felt like it took twice as long as it should have, but at last she was ready to go, and her packed suitcase was waiting by the door. She debated lying back down as soon as she was done, but she didn’t want to fall back asleep just to be woken up again right away. She also hadn’t seen her fiance or anyone else all morning. With nothing else to do, she made her shaky way to Shane’s room, blowing her nose as she went.

The physician was up and about, looking showered and shaved and generally much improved. His eyes were tired and his nose was red, but he had lost the sickly, miserable look he’d had for the past few days. He gave her a warm smile as she entered.

“Good morning, love!” he said, continuing to toss things into his suitcase as he spoke. “I'mb almost all packed up. I’mb feeling a lot better today, thanks to you. That little date last night was amazing, by the way. You’ve been amazing this whole weekend. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you. Oh, I was thinking, can we stop and get ice cream on the way home? I woke up with a huge craving for some. Also, what do you think about--”

Shane’s boundless, golden retriever-esque energy was clearly returning, and he was gearing up to talk her ear off. Hardly able to follow what he was saying in her miserable haze, she approached him wordlessly and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face into his chest, causing him to pause his monologue.

“Hey you, what’s up?” he said, readily reciprocating the embrace. “Everything okay?”

“Nngh,” she mumbled, barely audible, as she hugged him tighter.

He took a half step back, holding her at arm’s length and scrutinizing her, running his thumb along her jawline. He drew her back into his arms a moment later, pressing his lips to her hair. “You’re sigck, aren’t you? You caught the cold after all.”

She nodded mutely against him, sniffling.

He felt her forehead gently. “No fever. Yet, anyway. Are you feeling pretty bad?”

“Everything hurts. Except my nose, that just tickles. And I’m so tired. Feel like I could sleep all day again.”

“Sounds about right,” Shane sighed. “I’mb sorry, babe. Sorry I got you sigck.”

She glanced up at him with a tiny smile. “It’s not your fault. Things happen. It’s part of life.”

He hugged her close. “Let’s get you home. I’ll be ready in just a minute.” He led her to his bed and helped her hop up onto it. She lay down and wrapped herself in his duvet with a cough. “I’m ready too. But don’t tell your parents I’m sick. I don’t want them to feel bad, or to ask us to stay longer. I just want to be home.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t.”

Once Shane was ready, they made their way to the kitchen with their suitcases in tow. Shane’s parents were there getting breakfast. The elder Mitchells looked somewhat worse for wear, clearly still under the weather, but they made a good showing of seeing the couple off properly. Linda of course talked non-stop the whole time.

“Oh, you two early birds are already ready to go! You’re sure you won’t stay for breakfast? Well I don’t know what we have, I wasn’t able to go shopping yesterday, but we could find you something! Oh I’m just so sad that that darn rain got us all sick. It just ruined everything! Are you sure you don’t need anything before you go? Dave, give them some gas money. I’ll miss you both so much! You must come visit again soon!”

After several minutes of similar exclamations and inquiries, Shane at last got a chance to cut in and give her a hug and kiss, saying all the appropriate good-byes, then did the same to his father. Molly would have been content with waving good-bye, but Linda was having none of it, and drew her future daughter-in-law into a tight hug.

“I’m so sorry about your party, dear, and for a sad end to your vacation, with all of us ill. We’ll make it up to you somehow. Count your lucky stars for your health, though. I have no idea how you managed to avoid this cold, but I envy you!”

Molly could only smile wanly. Linda didn’t seem to notice and kept on talking. However, Shane was heading out the door, and Molly made sure she was close behind. Dave and Linda followed them, watching as they loaded their suitcases into Shane’s car, and calling their good-byes as the pair got in and got themselves buckled. Everyone was waving cheerfully as the car headed down the driveway. When Shane turned a corner and the house was out of sight, they each breathed a sigh of relief. Molly glanced over at her partner.

“How are you feeling, really?” she asked hesitantly, scrubbing at her nose.

He glanced back at her. “I’mb really good, honest. My ndose and throat are the only things still bothering mbe. I feel pretty much back to normal.”

“You’re not too tired?”

“Nope. Feel like I’ll ndever be tired again after sleeping so mbuch the past few days.”

“So… you think you’re okay to drive all ten hours on your own? Because I’m so tired… and I really don’t--”

His warm hand on her knee stopped her. “Don’t worry about it, babe, seriously. I’mb fine. If I have to stop, then we’ll get a hotel. Budt you just sleep. I’ve got this.”

She felt gratitude wash over her. “You know I’m crazy about you, right?” she said with a smile.

“Likewise, love,” he said, smiling back. “Here.” He tossed her his coat, which had been over the back of his seat. “For a blanket. You haven’t stopped shivering all morning.”

Molly, already wrapped in her own coat, smiled again and spread his coat over herself eagerly, then nestled into the seat, closing her eyes immediately. “Wake me when you stop for food. I need some hot cocoa,” she mumbled, burying her face in his coat.

Molly slept most of the ride home, or tried to. Even with the heat blasting, to the point that Shane was sweating in a tee shirt, she was freezing and couldn’t get warm, so her sleep was fitful. Her nose also insisted on dripping incessantly, making things difficult as well. Every time they stopped, Shane made sure he got her a hot drink, but nothing seemed to help. She was huddled in a miserable ball against the car door for most of the trip, and Shane could do nothing but worriedly watch her tremble.

For his part, Shane really was feeling much better. For the first eight hours or so, he hardly felt like he’d been sick apart from a residual sore throat, postnasal drip, and runny nose, and his energy level was better than usual. However, a ten-hour car trip as the sole driver is hard on anyone, and he began to flag as evening rolled in. Yawns became more frequent, and a headache began to set in. As his energy level decreased, his symptoms became harder to ignore. He found himself rubbing his nose against his shoulder again and again to stave off stubborn tickles. Molly was trying to sleep after all, and he didn’t want to wake her.

Soon the tickle became unbearable. He felt his nostrils flaring, and his breath hitched warningly. Yet he continued to tamp down the sneezes, not wanting to startle his sick fiancee. He started to sneeze at least half a dozen times, managing to stop each one, but eventually he realized he was building into a sneezing fit, and resistance was futile. His brow furrowed as he took one last huge breath:

“Huh’ZISSHH-SHUE! h’GIZSHHH’shue! hhh-GSHHYUE! K’SHHHyue! h-Hih’KSHHYUE!”

Naturally, Molly woke at all the noise, shifting around with a little groan. She opened bleary eyes, fixing them on him. “Bless you,” she croaked.

“Thangks. Sorry I woke you,” Shane said, blowing his nose awkwardly with one hand.

“ ‘S fine. How are you doing?” she said, yawning. “You gonna make it?”

“Oh I’mb good. Good enough, anyway.” The rough cough that slipped out as he spoke told a different story, however. He cleared his throat, then continued, more hoarsely. “I’ll get us home. Don’t worry.”

“I’m not worried. I know you’ll keep us safe,” Molly said. “I’m just sorry I’m so….” she gestured at herself vaguely.

Shane chuckled. “You're fine. Budt how are *you* feeling?"

Molly shrugged, shifting around uncomfortably. "Cold. Tired. Sick."

Still watching the road, Shane reached a hand over and pressed it against her forehead. "Think your fever is kicking in. You're warm."

Molly made a face. "And how would you know? I don't think I am. I don't feel any different. I probably feel warm to you because *you've* got a fever. Everything feels warm to you."

Shane frowned. "I don't have a fever anymore. It broke last night."

"Hmph. Well you *look* like you have a fever," Molly muttered. She let the issue drop though, readjusting Shane's coat over top of herself and closing her eyes again.

Shane frowned again, stretching to see himself in the rearview mirror. He sighed when the reflection confirmed what she had just said. He was indeed looking flushed, heavy-lidded, and glassy-eyed once more. That explained how miserable he was starting to feel again. He shook his head trying to clear it, then sniffled. Less than two hours to go. He could make it.

~~~

And make it he did. They rolled into the driveway of Molly's rental home right on schedule, but not a moment too soon. Shane was totally played out. The last five miles had been touch and go as far as him staying awake, and he had intentionally woken Molly by sneezing again, and kept her talking to help him finish the trip.

The sick couple dragged themselves out of the car sluggishly, only grabbing the bare essentials they needed from their luggage before making their way to the porch.

"I'mb staying here tonight," Shane mumbled, coughing in the dry air as Molly unlocked the door. "I can't drive anymbore tonight."

She nodded sleepily. "Fine with me."

After a brief stop at the bathroom, the pair fell into bed, stripping off their outerwear as they went. Shane couldn't seem to stop coughing for more than a few moments though. Before she got too comfortable, a shivering Molly fetched him cough syrup and water, which he accepted gratefully. She crawled into bed beside him with a thick sniffle as he took the medicine.

"Thank god we don't work tomorrow," she mumbled, wrapping herself up in blankets.

"No kidding," Shane agreed, downing his water, then lying back down himself. "Hey, how are you doi'g, babe?" he croaked after a moment. "Should we get you sumb mbedicine or chegck your temperature before we sleep?"

"Don't worry about me," she mumbled into her pillow. "You're sicker than I am. If we should check anyone's temperature, it's yours."

His chuckle rumbled the bed behind her. "Whatever you say." The bed shifted as he rolled over and pulled her close against himself until there wasn't an inch of space between them, then snugly wrapped her in his arms. "I can at least do this though," he murmured drowsily in her ear. "I've been wanting to all day."

She pressed back against him with a little smile, basking in his warmth. "This is the only medicine I need."

Shane's only reply was a soft snore, having already given over to the demands of his body. Molly let her eyes drift closed and quickly followed him into a deep sleep.

#sickfic #my OCs #everyone is hotter with a fever #answered asks #send me asks #shmolly ocs #ask box story

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