#also hilariously she's going to be taking a break next session

[littlemissgeek8]

Would you believe this picture is like, two years old or so? I meant to upload this AGES ago, but my memory for uploading is incredibly busted these days. So, here's one of my current D&D characters, the half-elf gloomstalker ranger, Lady Penelope Liayra Emma Collingsworth, or Penny for short.

She's heavily based off Lara Croft (obviously) with the design a combination of all three eras. Her name, however, was borrowed slightly from Lady Penelope of Thunderbirds fame. Backstory-wise, I leaned most heavily on the Survivor era, since it gave a good level of pathos to her. She's even gotten her trademark twin pistols since it's a higher tech level game!

(Bonus, a fun little puzzled face from a very early session)

[lustspren]

P.S.T EP. 5 | Same Scent ft Lee Sisters

length: 10.9k words ✦

Chaeryeong, Chaeyeon & Male Reader

genres: blowjob, oral sex, not exactly a threesome (no incest you pervs), hard sex, anal, creampie, fluffy, sister competition,

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The night of your session (or rather, of your game of cat and mouse) with Ryujin and Yuna was longer than you thought it was going to be, they had offered you to spend the night with them, on the condition that you had to leave at 7 in the morning from there since they had a schedule to attend to a couple of hours later. No doubt you accepted, and it was definitely one of the most fun nights of your entire life, and that's without even having alcohol involved.

After Yuna's hilarious question, the three of you stayed lounging in the room for about an hour, just chatting and making funny comments to make the atmosphere less lewd and more friendly for the three of you, despite the obvious fact that the three of you were still naked. The first to get up to go take a well-deserved bath was Ryujin, leaving you alone with Yuna, who took advantage of the moment to kiss you as much as she could until Ryujin returned. Yuna was next, and then you also took a bath for the three of you to go down to the second floor, where Lia and Chaery were preparing dinner.

Yeji was not with you that night, you asked for her to Chaery, who was the closest to her lately, but even she couldn't tell you where she was, she only mentioned that she had heard her talking on the phone during that whole week with a girl whose voice she couldn't recognize, it seemed suspicious to you, and you thought about it for a few minutes until dinner was ready.

As always, the food Lia prepared was unbelievably delicious, and it was all the more reason why that girl seemed like the complete package to you, but the dinner this time had a different touch to it than when Lia made it, and you figured this had something to do with Chaery now having contributed to much of the stuff you were eating. Everything was extremely tasty, and you could tell that it was a dinner cooked with love and dedication.

After having a nice dinner, the five of you discussed what you could do during the following hours of the night, there were several proposals on the table, among which were watching movies, seeing a show, playing board games or playing other things like charades or the classic karaoke, and after a few minutes of debate, you agreed to play monopoly.

Monopoly being the game that it was, you played game after game without a break, each with different eventualities and events that led to laughter or arguments. That night you discovered a lot of things: Yuna was clumsier than you thought for these kinds of games, Ryujin was a lousy loser, Lia seemed more like the leader of the group than Yeji, and Chaery was incredibly smart and good at those games.

Time simply passed, and if it wasn't for Lia's responsible instinct and common sense, you would have gone to sleep who knows what time. None of you were happy about it, but she took it upon herself to remind you what time you had to wake up, and then none of you complained anymore. Everyone was about to go to their rooms, but you dared to ask Lia if you could sleep with her that night, she was loving flirting with you, and she didn't hesitate to say yes, so that night you slept comfortably snuggled up with Lia, while Ryujin and Chaery slept in the beds in the same room, neither seemed to care, which you later felt relieved about.

The girls were used to sleeping for a few hours, but not you, that morning you slept only 4 hours, and at 7 in the morning when the alarm on Lia's phone went off, you felt like a child who was forced to go to the school on a monday. Luckily Lia was quite patient with you, and she managed to wake you up with tender words and little shakes to your body. You left there as fast as your zombified body could at that moment, saying goodbye to all the girls including Yeji, who apparently had arrived during the early hours of the morning and seemed almost as sleep-destroyed as you.

It was fucking difficult and dangerous to drive back to your apartment, but when you got there it felt like quite an accomplishment. You went upstairs to your apartment, not even bothering to turn on the lights or open the windows before going straight to your room and falling onto the bed to fall asleep again.

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When you woke up, apart from doing it completely unaware of your position in time and space, you found two surprises, one good and the other bad, the bad one was that you had woken up at 4 in the afternoon, and the good one was that You had a couple of unread messages on your phone, you opened them to see who it was from, and you broke into a grin when you read Chaery's name. That was the very beginning of something that you didn't know would become something so special for you.

You had well known even before you met her in person that Lee Chaeryeong was an extremely sweet and kind person, but since that day you started chatting with her you could only think that people's impressions fell short of the beautiful person that she was. The first thing you two talked about was the date of your session with her, you had agreed on a day quite close, precisely next Saturday, but you found it quite cute that from the first moment she referred to that day with the word 'date'.

Chaery wrote to you every day without fail for the entire week prior to your date, and with each passing day you gained more confidence to tell each other situations about your daily life. She told you her problems, and you told her yours, and in a nice and funny way you always managed to comfort each other. And that's how it all began for you two, at first they were very tender and flirty conversations, but as expected, over time your chat was filled with more and more daring and lewd things.

You started with just risqué messages and tons of teasing, but when the atmosphere started to heat up, Chaery sent you the first nude, and many more followed after that, including incredibly sensual videos where she showed you her spectacular dance skills with very few amounts of clothing, and if there was any, it showed more than it covered. From there things escalated pretty quickly, even getting to the point where you and her had some pretty hot and wild Facetime sex.

When the day of your date finally arrived you received a call from Chaery early in the morning, and knowing how extremely stressed you have been all week, she told you to arrive early at night, and unlike the other girls, she specifically told you to dress as if you were going on a date with your biggest teenage crush, a request that truly melted your heart and one that you no doubt happily accepted.

For the first time in your entire career, you had notified your staff at the spa that you were going to take the whole day off for personal reasons, luckily they understood perfectly and had no further complications since they had enough staff to cover you, and you used that day off to prepare as best as possible for your date with Chaery. You bought yourself a nice new outfit suitable for the occasion, nothing too formal but not too careless either, a new perfume, and best of all, a not at all modest bouquet of flowers, full of lisianthus and orchids.

After having done all your errands and preparations, you headed to the girls' house at around 6:30 PM, driving with a small smile on your face and with the bouquet of flowers perfectly placed on the passenger seat. On the way you were listening to Locked out of Heaven by Bruno Mars, in a hardly happier and more excited state of mind.

You arrived at the girls' house around 6:45 PM. You got out of the car with a confident and victorious aura, determined that this would be a great day and that absolutely no one was going to be able to change it. You walked to the gate with the bouquet of flowers in one hand, entered the password, and walked inside, where Lee Chaeryeong was patiently waiting for you on the other side of the glass door that served as the main entrance.

As soon as she saw you go around the pool as you walked towards the door, her eyes lit up like two precious sea pearls while her jaw dropped, she put a hand to her mouth, and from the few meters that separated you, you could see how her eyes became teary. You rushed to catch up with her, and when you slid the glass door open, she lunged at you with a tight hug that nearly knocked you both into the pool.

"Oh my god hi oppa!" she greeted you with her face buried in your neck and a lump in her throat.

"Hi sweetie!" You put your arms around her and hugged her as tightly as the bouquet of flowers would allow, a smile on her face as you pressed your nose into her hair, which had a sweet coconut scent that left you completely delighted.

"I can't believe it, are they really for me?" she asked, separating from you, referring to the bouquet of flowers. She looked into your eyes, on the verge of tears. Fuck, how much damage did those bastards do to her? You just wanted to keep her in a glass box and protect her from the world. She was too cute and wonderful for the rotten and disgusting society in which she lived.

"Of course they're for you, honey," you nodded with a smirk, holding out the bouquet to her, "And gosh, you look gorgeous!" she was wearing a beautiful dark flowered sundress that exposed her shoulders and legs from a few inches above her knees, she was also wearing khaki boots.

"God, I don't know what to say oppa, they're beautiful, thank you so much," she pouted, picking up the bouquet to sniff some.

"Baby, you don't have to thank me," you took her chin, caressing it with your index finger and thumb, "it's the least a girl as kind and pretty as you deserves."

"Oppa! You're going to make me cry!" she complained, with a tear already falling down her cheek.

"Oh hell no, come here," you cradled her face in your hands, and pulled her close to give her multiple little pecks on her lips, which she happily reciprocated.

"You also look very handsome... and you smell delicious!" Chaery said with a small giggle, wiping tears from her eyes to look at you.

"I know right?" You made a flirtatious face at Chaery, and stepped back for a 360-degree spin that made her laugh. The outfit you wore was khaki wool pants, classic white vans, an open vintage brown cardigan, and a lighter shade polo shirt tucked into your pants underneath.

"Yep," she nodded, holding the bouquet with a big smile on her face as she looked you up and down, "It's a really nice vintage outfit, I love it."

"Well I'm glad you like it, you'd be surprised how expensive these cardigans are," you joked, taking a step in front of her to give her another kiss on the lips, "should we come in?"

"Sure!" she said, turning to walk inside, you followed her, "by the way, we have the whole house to ourselves today."

"Oh wow, really?" you asked, walking behind her toward the second floor, "how did you make that happen?"

"Easy, I forced them," she said with complete seriousness, implying that she wasn't joking, "you'd be surprised how many things I can get them into trouble with."

"Honestly I wouldn't be surprised, they all seem like a big mess to deal with," you laughed, she stepped aside, so that you walked up the stairs ahead of her. You made it to the second floor, and Chaery behind you turned on all the lights in the living room, which was perfectly tidy, clean, and pleasantly cool thanks to the air conditioning.

"Hey, just today manager-nim brought us a full pantry for the rest of the month, we could make dinner together," Chaery said, going to find an empty vase to put the flowers in and then set them on the dining room table.

"I'd love that honey," you said, walking into the kitchen and leaning your lower back against the edge of the table as you watched her walk toward you, "what could we cook?"

"Uhm..." she stood in front of you, playing with her fingers, "I don't know, usually Lia is the one who knows the recipes."

"Come here, let's search," you took your phone out of your pocket and held out your arms to the sides of her to invite her to snuggle against you. She did so, pressing her back and the rest of her body against you so that you put your arms around her and started looking at recipes online.

You two didn't take as long as you thought you would to find something delicious to cook, you had certain preferences and she had others, but in the end you agreed to cook something quite easy, delicious and healthy for both of you: a Caesar salad. You started telling Chaery the ingredients one by one, following her around the entire kitchen as she placed everything on one of the countertops.

After getting all the ingredients out and tallying up all the amounts needed, the two of you got down to business, working together to make one thing each so that the process could be sped up quite a bit. You took charge of making the mayonnaise for the Caesar sauce, taking olive oil, eggs, a couple of lemons and a manual mixer. Chaery, on the other hand, was in charge of defrosting the chicken breasts and starting to cut them into cubes and then salt and pepper them.

While you were cooking you took charge of putting on music, starting with Camillé's Le Festin, a song that made Chaery laugh and focus even more on what she was doing. Of course, the concentration was short-lived, because when the song ended and the real playlist started playing, starting with Losing My Religion, you two started talking and telling each other funny stories while doing your respective tasks.

The chemistry between the two of you was incredibly strong, your conversations flowed like water down a river, and you could certainly confirm that it was the first time you had noticed that things worked so well with a girl in your entire life. That made you think a lot, and while you finished making the mayonnaise to go on to make the sauce, you decided it was right to tell her first about your thing with Aespa.

"You know? There's an additional reason why I've been so stressed out this whole week," you said, adding a clove of garlic and Parmesan cheese to the mayonnaise you just made.

"Huh? What is it?" Chaery asked, confused, as she cooked the chicken cubes with a drizzle of oil over a hot heat.

"Well, I'll tell you but please don't freak out," you said, and then remembered that was exactly what Noze had told you. That made you laugh, "Uhm... Aespa's manager visited me last week."

Chaery nearly dropped the fork she was stirring the chicken with into the pan, and when she turned to look at you you had to remove her hand from near the fire in case she got burned. Evidently her face was one of utter surprise.

"Noze?" she asked, making sure you were talking about the same person.

"Uh, yeah, Noze," you nodded, and she sighed, as if she was already resigned to what you were going to tell her.

"What did she tell you?" she asked, her voice more subdued as she returned her gaze to the skillet. You now added anchovies, mustard and Worcestershire sauce, but you couldn't help but look at her sideways face at all times.

"Well… exactly what you think," you sighed, adding a splash of milk to the sauce since it was too thick, "They'll probably make me go on tour with them, and I don't even know them in person."

"I knew it," Chaery made a disappointed face, and she lowered the flame slightly under the pan, "That means I won't be seeing you for a while, right?"

"I think so, honey," you made the same face as her, showing that you weren't entirely happy with that either, "But hey, I'll call you every day, I promise," you gave her a little kiss on the cheek.

"I hope so, because I think I'm going to miss you a lot, oppa," she turned to look at you, finally turning off the stove once the chicken was done.

"Hey, let's not be sad now, silly," you leaned in to give her a peck on the forehead, "we should enjoy our date, right?" Chaery's face lit up again.

"Yes you're right!" she nodded with an adorable little smile on her face, "is the sauce ready?"

"Yup, we just need to prepare the salad bowl, we have to wash the lettuce, cut it into pieces and cut the cherry tomatoes," you said, testing the sauce with your index finger. Delicious.

"Leave it to me!" she said with a little jump of emotion, "Go sit in the living room honey," you couldn't help but feel your cheeks slightly warm when she called you that way.

"A-Are you sure?" you asked nervously, feeling like an idiot with butterflies in your stomach, "I could help you wash the lettuce."

"Nope," she shook her head, and then she took you by the forearms to lead you out of the kitchen, "I insist, go rest, you deserve it for being so cute to me," she didn't even let you answer, she just gave you a little kiss on the lips and pushed you, to return to the kitchen.

You stood there for a few long seconds, staring at Chaery while she wandered around the kitchen looking for things to continue with dinner, she noticed your look, and when she turned to see you, she gave you a smile that made you completely forget about any other girl in the world at that time. You were mesmerized, and slowly, you walked to the sofa to sit down with a goofy smile on your face. You took the remote control of the television, and entered youtube.

You waited patiently for her, watching on youtube a Hollow Knight gameplay from a streamer you were quite a fan of. She arrived a few minutes later, with two bowls of salad in her hands, she placed both bowls on the table in front of you, and you were amazed at the amazing job you both had done, as the salad looked perfect for a magazine.

"Damn, I'm going to take a picture, it looks amazing," you said, pulling your phone out of your pocket and opening the camera.

"Go ahead," she said with a giggle, "I'll go get something to drink."

Chaeryeong went back to the kitchen, and you stayed there taking a couple of photos of the salad until she came back, with a bottle of soju and two little crystal glasses in her other hand. She sat down next to you, leaving everything behind the bowls of salad.

"I thought you were going to get something like, I don't know, orange juice?" you laughed, setting the phone aside to pick up your fork and start stirring the salad.

"Nah, it's a special occasion, we can drink," she said, doing the same as you before opening the bottle of soju.

"You're not going to get drunk like when I found you with Yeji, are you?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"That was a rare occasion, I never drink that much," she excused herself, pouring soju into both glasses and then handing you one.

"I guess I have no choice but to believe you," you shrugged, picking up the crystal glass, "Gohnbe!" you toasted

"Gonhbe!" Chaery said back, and you both drank.

After taking your first shot of soju you started to eat. You expected the salad to be delicious, but not that delicious. Each portion you put in your mouth was simply a delight, your sauce had the perfect flavor and texture, and the chicken that Chaery made was perfectly seasoned and cooked.

You two started eating, watching Bluey on the TV and talking about as many fun topics as you could think of, having a shot of soju every 5 minutes or so. Chaery had placed one leg on top of yours, trying to be as close to you as possible at all times, and you stayed like that until you finished your bowls of salad.

"Oppa, what I'm going to ask you is a bit unexpected but…" she set the empty bowl next to yours, to put a hand on your thigh, "we can just cancel our… you know, for now?"

"Oh, really? It's certainly unexpected, yes," you frowned in confusion, placing your hand on top of hers.

"Yeah, I really just want to spend nice and calm time with you," damn, that girl was going to make you puke rainbows for how much of an idiot she brought you.

Just when you were about to answer her, and as if previously arranged, you heard the outside gate open. Chaery turned to the window, and stared blankly as you both heard movement downstairs, right at the entrance. Her expression became harder and scarier, like when her Mafia in the Morning promos.

"Fuck, Yuna knows she's not supposed to be here yet," Chaery growled, and stomped to her feet to walk to the hallway that led to the stairs, "Yuna-yah! Get the hell out of here!" she started to scream, and seconds later, you heard a familiar voice. Too familiar.

"Can you believe it?! I went to my favorite spa, to visit my favorite massager, and it turns out that he had the audacity to take the day off!" the angry voice yelled from the stairs. You could recognize her anywhere. Lee Chaeyeon. And you were so fucked up.

"Chaeyeonie," Chaery said with a calmer voice, you couldn't see them, but you knew they were talking in the hallway, "It's not the right time for you to be here, can you please go?" Chaery asked in the nicest way she could.

"Huh? Why?" Chaeyeon asked kinda offended, "Let's make some dinner, I'm hungry," you heard her voice getting closer and closer to you, and at that moment, she walked out of the hall with her back towards you, so she didn't notice you at that moment.

"God..." Chaery sighed, putting a hand to her forehead.

"What's wrong? And why are you dressed like that?" Chaeyeon turned around before Chaery answered, and saw you sitting on the couch. You did your best to stay composed, "Oh."

"Hello, Chaeyeonnie," you greeted lazily, sinking into your seat and clasping your hands across your abdomen. She was dressed in a rather peculiar way, white sports jacket and pants, sports shoes and a green top over her, short enough to reveal her entire abdomen that has been driving you so crazy for months. She literally came from promoting Knock.

"This is a joke, right?" Chaeyeon said in a low voice, turning to look at her sister and then at you, "I recommended that spa to the girls and my sister because of you," she pointed at you, "but if I knew that would prevent me from getting my services I would never have done it!" she yelled annoyed.

"Unnie, please calm down, okay? You're at my house, I remind you," Chaery said, undeterred by the fact that Chaeyeon was older than her.

"Wait, you're definitely not fucking, and you're both dressed nicely," she made a little silence, "are you having a date?"

"Bingo," you said, nodding your head slowly.

"I won't be seeing him for a while, and I thought the best thing would be to just spend time with him," Chaery crossed her arms, leaning against the wall, "you know, watch a movie and cuddle, just that, now you can go?"

"Oh hell nah, wait a minute sis," Chaeyeon crossed her arms as well, "Why does she say she won't see you for a while?" she asked you.

"I'll probably go on a trip to the USA soon," you purse your lips, looking at nothing and not knowing what to do in such an awkward situation.

"And you want me to go now?" Chaeyeon turned to look at her sister, "If this boy and his golden cock are going on a trip far away, we better take advantage of it tonight."

"Absolutely not, go away," Chaery insisted, raising an eyebrow and glaring at her.

"Hey! I deserve a chance to beat you at something, don't you think?" Chaeyeon said, turning to face her, "You may have lasted longer in Sixteen… but I think I may be his favorite Lee sister."

"Lee Chaeyeon, you don't know who you're messing with," Chaery warned, moving away from the wall to stand in front of her, "I never lose."

“Let's find out,” Chaeyeon said with a smirk.

"And doesn't it matter what I think or what?" you asked, looking at both of them.

"Oh come on, you know damn well you don't disagree, you perv," Chaeyeon said with a giggle, walking back into the hallway to head up the stairs. Clearly she was right. Once Chaeyeon went upstairs, Chaery saw you.

"Oppa, wait here okay?" Chaery told you, leaning over to give you a peck on your cheek, "we'll go get ready."

"I'm not going anywhere honey, go," you nodded with a smirk. Chaery walk away from you, and you stayed watching while she left. She noticed your gaze on her, and making sure you kept looking, she lifted up her dress as she walked, showing you her completely bare ass and her obvious absence of panties throughout the night. How the hell didn't you notice?

She finally disappeared into the hallway with a roaring, mischievous giggle, and you were left alone in the room, with a potential boner in your pants and unable to believe how unbelievably lucky you were. You really had a strong romantic connection with Chaery, and you were enjoying that night quite a lot, but you could never have predicted that one of your favorite clients was going to be in a competition with her sister to know who was your favorite. You grabbed the remote control, and to warm up, you streamed Chaery's studio choom.

You tried to concentrate on the video you were watching, but you couldn't stop hearing screams and arguments on the upper floor, the Lee sisters being the creators of all that ruckus that honestly didn't surprise you. A minute later, your phone began to buzz over and over again, you checked the notifications, noticing that you had messages from both girls, and they were all photos. Each of the photos by both were in a different outfit, each one more sexy and revealing than the last. You just ignored them so as not to create even more fuss, and when Chaery's studio choom ended, you streamed Chaeyeon's.

The video didn't advance even more than a minute when the Lee sisters finally came downstairs and down the hall to model for you. They caught you off guard, and your jaw almost dropped to the floor and your mouth watered. Neither of them was wearing exactly too many clothes, in fact quite the opposite. Chaeyeon was wearing a very short black corset that pushed her boobs up, a tight leather collar around her neck, and lace panties in the same color as the rest of the outfit. Chaery, as if it were her counterpart, wore an outfit that consisted entirely of white. She wore less flashy items than Chaeyeon, but for your taste, she was quite sexier. She was wearing a tight crop top sweater, which perfectly marked the shape of her tits and her nipples, thin high-waisted panties, and the hottest thing, long stockings fitted at the height of the beginning of her thighs.

"Oh wow, he was looking at my Studio Choom and not yours," Chaeyeon teased her.

Chaery didn't respond at all, she just went quiet and changed the music just for the occasion, then walked over to straddle you, wrap her arms around your neck and start grinding her hips from front to back, giving you an incredibly sensual lap dance to the rhythm of the music. Her crotch constantly rubbed against your bulge, which soon turned into a hard boner under your pants.

"I don't care if he was looking at you or not," Chaery finally replied, looking you in the eye as she moved her hips in a wonderfully fucking way, making sure to press her pussy really well against your boner, "I got him hard," While she danced, she caressed your neck and face with her hands, until seconds later she crashed her lips against yours in a sensual and affectionate kiss, also pressing her chest against yours.

Your hands went straight to her waist, playing with the straps of her panties for a second until you moved down to her ass, which you gave a strong squeeze on each cheek as she worked her hips and movements on you in a way that made show off her dancing skills quite well. As you kissed, Chaery patiently began to undress you, starting with your cardigan and continuing with your polo shirt, which she tossed to the floor to leave you completely naked from the waist up.

Wanting to be on equal terms with her, you grabbed the hem of Chaery's crop top and pulled it up over her head, taking it off and tossing it with the rest of your clothes. Now you were both naked from the waist up, and you dove in to kiss and lick her small tits for a few seconds of pleasure, but unfortunately, the song ended.

"Alright, it's my turn, get up from there brat," Chaeyeon said, and Chaery reluctantly got up.

Chaeyeon went for a completely different formula than Chaery, she didn't straddle you, but stood between your legs with her back to you, and flexed her knees to slowly lower her ass until she was sitting right on top of your boner. She grabbed your knees, and as soon as the song started, she started moving her ass like you've never seen her move before, you couldn't help but gasp, since she was literally moving your boner from side to side between her butt cheeks while she moved her hips.

“Oh oppa… this reminds me of me of jumping on your cock when we fuck in your spa room,” Chaeyeon said looking over her shoulder at you, just to tease Chaery, “it really feels so amazing inside my pussy."

Your hands went to her ass as it moved slowly and sensually over you, and you instinctively gave her right buttock a hard spank that made her squeal. Chaeyeon scrambled to her feet and turned around, leaning down to start unbuttoning your pants and pulling them down your legs as you helped kick off your shoes. Only your boxers were left, which Chaeyeon also pulled down to release your hard throbbing cock, when this happened, she turned her back on you again and slowly removed her panties, revealing her pretty pussy for you.

She lowered her ass again, pressing your cock between her buttocks and resuming her lap dance. Your hands went to her waist, enjoying how she moved her hips to the rhythm of the sexy music that didn't take long to end as well. A few more seconds passed, and when she knew the song was about to end, she teased with grabbing your cock and impaling herself on it, but finally she got up with a mischievous smile on her face. Chaery didn't look happy at all tho.

"Well? Who danced and who dressed better, oppa?" Chaeyeon asked, biting her lip to go stand next to Chaery. You were silent for a second, taking in the fact that they were really using you to compete with each other, it's not like you cared either.

You thought about it for a second, but really the answer was clear.

"Chaery, your outfit is sexier for my taste and it suits you better, but objectively Chaeyeon dressed better," you sentenced, and Chaeyeon smiled proudly, "however, Chaery is the clear dance winner, she did concentrate on dancing and not in teasing," Chaery, whose face seemed a bit dull after you gave Chaeyeon the first point, brightened up again.

"This is just beginning," Chaery said, licking her lips and walking over to kneel between your legs, caressing your thighs up and down as she looked into your eyes, "God, I'll finally suck your cock, oppa… you don't know how long I've waited for this moment," she bit her lip, taking your hard cock in her hand and catching the tip of it with her lips, giving it slow sucks up and down. You gasped, and Chaeyeon climbed up on the couch to kneel down and put her pussy to the side of your face.

"His cock is so fucking juicy, taste it really good, sis," Chaeyeon said before she grabbed your hair and turned you to the right to bury your face straight into her pussy. She moaned loudly, and despite being somewhat surprised at first, you began to please her by eating her pussy, "I've already lost count of the number of times I've sucked him off, his cum is always so fucking delicious," she said to tease Chaery, who took it as a dare and plunged her head lower into your cock.

Chaery began to pump her head up and down on your cock, taking more than half of it in and out of her mouth with each of her sensual movements, which with the passing of the seconds became more and more messy. Chaeyeon meanwhile had you tightly gripped by your hair, while you tasted her folds with your tongue and moved it in the exact same way you knew she liked it.

"Mmm, you eat my pussy so fucking good honey," Chaeyeon moaned, tangling her fingers through your hair as you eat her out, "this is exactly what I needed after promoting all day," On the other hand, Chaery put her hands on both of your thighs, bobbing her head up and down as she slurped and sucked your dick so good you moaned against Chaeyeon's pussy. You had one hand on Chaery's head, and the other squeezing one of Chaeyeon's buttocks hard.

Chaeyeon suddenly pulled you away from her pussy, only to turn around and plunge your face between her buttocks, you got the hint, and started eating her familiar enough ass for you as hard and frantically as you knew she loved it. She started moaning loudly, while Chaery gave you an intense and messy blowjob that was driving you completely crazy.

You already knew every single one of Chaeyeon's weaknesses, and the biggest one was the fact that you played with her pussy while you ate her ass like a complete animal. So you did, and passed a hand between her legs to take it directly to her clit, which you began to rub as fast as you could considering your uncomfortable position. Chaery took you straight to her throat without any complicity or gag reflex, which of course surprised you but also made you moan even louder against Chaeyeon's ass, who, judging by her slight tremors, wasn't too far from cum.

Chaery kept your cock in her throat for a few long seconds, until she pulled you out with a deep breath as she quickly rubbed your spittle cock. At that precise moment, Chaeyeon pulled your hair hard to sink your mouth even more against her ass, you gave her the finishing touches, also rubbing her clit in circles with your two fingers until finally she exploded between whimpers. She ground her hips against your face, and as she navigated her orgasm, she flopped forward with her ass up and face against the couch.

"Now can you eat me too, oppa?" Chaery asked, and when you had your eyes free, you could see all the mess she had made, your dick completely full of saliva, her messy hair and her mouth quite wet.

"Oh yes, come here honey," you said. Chaery stood up, took off her panties, and pushed Chaeyeon off the couch to put herself in her place. Chaeyeon fell to the ground with a squeal of pain.

"Hey, be careful!" she groaned from the floor, as Chaery put a hand on your chest and made you lie on your back on the sofa.

"Shut up, you disturbed my date, it's what you deserve," Chaery said coldly and sharply, climbing on top of you and slowly crawling up to straddle your face. She pressed her thighs to either side of your head, and slowly lowered her hips to get as close to your mouth as possible, she gasped at the feel of your breath, and as soon as she put full pressure on you, you began to eat her pussy with even more dedication and effort than with Chaeyeon.

"How was I supposed to know you were here with him!" Chaeyeon defended back, climbing back onto the couch but kneeling between your outstretched legs to grab your cock with one hand and start moving her wrist up and down. You immediately started moaning again, gripping Chaery's toned ass tightly as you ate her silky, luscious pussy.

"I told you to go away and you didn't!" Chaery yelled back, combined with a cute moan as you licked her folds up and down with your entire tongue, "Today he was completely mine!'' The discussion was getting a little out of control, and you decided to put everything in order by giving Chaery a very strong spank on her buttock, which made her squeal and understand her message.

"He's going to go away! How do you expect me not to take advantage of it!?" Chaeyeon was still just as flustered, but Chaery, obedient to you, didn't reply anymore, "This beautiful and perfect cock is too precious to let go without a proper farewell," she began to move her hand even faster up and down your cock, stimulating only the tip from time to time and then the entire length while with the other hand she massaged your balls.

Chaery, like her sister, began to slowly grind her hips back and forth as her body felt better and better from your licking against her pussy, and when you noticed a significant change in her body language, you began to alternate between her pussy and her ass, which made her grab your hair with both hands and press her half-cloth-covered thighs to either side of your head hard.

A moment ago, Chaery had already left you quite close to your orgasm, so it only took a few more strokes from Chaeyeon for you to suddenly start to erupt cum into the air, she moved her hand much slower now, leaving all your cum flowed free and stained both her hand and the sofa. You moaned against Chaery's ass, and then you felt Chaeyeon take you into her mouth to suck you off clean.

Feeling your moans against both her ass and pussy, Chaery moaned louder and more frequently towards the ceiling, and you gave her ass another hard spank until about a minute later, her body began to squirm as she reached her first orgasm. She ground her hips hard, nearly choking you with her pussy and her ass against your nose and mouth, but you gladly scooped up every little drop of her pussy fluid. Chaeyeon pulled you out of her mouth, having finally swallowed every drop of your cum and left your cock clean.

"Well? Who tasted better, oppa?" Chaery asked between small moans, getting off your face to look you down. You were just getting your breath and energy back after eating a couple of pussies and asses in a row, so it took you a few seconds to respond.

"Well… Chaeyeon's ass tasted better than yours, but your pussy tasted so much better than hers," you sighed, finally catching some of your breath to sit back on the couch, "you," you pointed at Chaeyeon, "Take off that fucking corset, I want you both completely naked, but you'll just keep that necklace on and she'll keep her stockings on."

"Are you going to split the points evenly all night?" Chaeyeon asked, raising an eyebrow, doing just as you asked to free her pretty tits.

"For now yes, in the end I will give my verdict and there will be a winner anyway," you said with a mischievous little smile, "now, who wants to get fucked first?"

"MEEE!" they both yelled at the same time, and you laughed, "No, me!" They both said in unison again.

"Guys, can you please agree on something for once?" you asked, arms crossed.

"I'm the eldest, I must go first!" Chaeyeon said, and Chaery huffed in annoyance, sitting on the far edge of the sofa. Chaeyeon straddled you, and she cupped your face with both hands to press her pussy against your cock, kiss you, and start grinding her hips slowly to bring your boner back to life.

When your cock was fully hard again, Chaeyeon without breaking the kiss lifted her hips, took your cock and lined it up with her entrance to slowly impale herself along the length of your shaft. She moaned against your lips at first, but then couldn't help but pull away from the kiss to let Chaery know how amazing it felt to have you inside her.

She forcefully grabbed your neck with both hands, keeping your cock buried deep down her pussy for a few seconds until she began to move slowly up and down, taking your cock completely in and out with each of her movements. Her moans were not contained for a moment, she always kissed you when you fucked, but this time she wanted to make her sister envy, who was folding her arms looking elsewhere.

With the passing of the seconds she stopped moving her hips in a slow and sensual way to now start bouncing on your cock, making sure to slam her ass against your pelvis with each jump she took. Her hands moved from your neck to your shoulders, where she held on before planting her feet flat on either side of your hips and beginning to bounce up and down your throbbing cock. You let her jump on your cock for another minute, where you had her ass gripped tightly to help her jump harder.

"Okay, enough, switch," you commanded between gasps, and Chaeyeon clicked her tongue followed by a grunt, she stopped, reluctantly scooting off your cock to sit to the side.

Chaery pounced on you like a lynx on her prey, and wasting no time, she pressed her thighs to either side of your hips and lifted her ass to sit on your cock, taking your entire length inside. her incredibly tight pussy. You both moaned in unison, and you threw your head back for a second, a window that Chaery took advantage of to start distributing little kisses and suckers on your neck. Your hands went to her waist, where your fingers clung firmly as she began to pump her hips against your cock, in a much more sensual and pleasurable way for both of you compared to Chaeyeon's more rustic and frenetic style.

You let her continue kissing your neck for a few seconds, while your hands ran down her soft back to go down again and reach her ass, which you squeezed hard as she went up and down faster and faster. Chaery never ceased to amaze you, this time taking out her incredible dance skills to use against your cock, she was pumping her hips faster, but that didn't stop her from making you moan with every single movement, almost twerking up and down on your shaft.

She had already lasted longer riding you than her sister, and you knew it, but Chaery's bounces felt so fucking good that you left her for a few more long seconds, in which you met her lips in a deep and passionate kiss full of of muffled moans. You wrapped your arms around her body for a moment, letting her keep moving on your cock until you finally put the brake on.

"Fuck, stop there honey," you gasped against her lips, and Chaery pouted, "it's your sister's turn again," you hadn't been looking at her, but Chaeyeon was rubbing her pussy next to you.

"Who was better riding you, oppa?" Chaeyeon asked, as Chaery lazily got off of you.

"I don't have a doubt about that, Chaery is the winner," you answered confidently, "and before you protest, get how you want me to fuck you now," you ordered.

"This thing wasn't extendable?" she said, referring to the sofa as she felt around the side of it, until she found the lever and pulled it, causing the back of the sofa to come loose and then push it back, "there it is."

Chaeyeon used the new free space to move more comfortably, to lie on her back, support herself on her elbows and spread her legs wide, rubbing between her folds with two of her fingers. You climbed on the sofa now turned into a bed, and crawled onto top of her, cupping your cock in your hand and sliding into her pussy without any foreplay.

Chaeyeon had much more experience with you after having fucked so many times both in your spa room and in her bedroom, and she knew perfectly well what you loved the most about her: her sexy pair of legs with which she caught your torso as soon as she she felt you again deep in her pussy.

She wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you close to her so she could feel your breath as you began to rock your hips rapidly back and forth, slamming down her pussy and making her moan just inches from your face. You noticed that she made a move to kiss you, but you threw your head back in revenge for not having kissed you while she was riding you; You smirked as you looked into her eyes, she didn't seem happy with that, so she once again tried it.

"Don't get smart, Chaeyeonnie," you murmured, hands resting on either side of her body as she caressed the hair at the nape of your neck between moans, "you may win this round, but that doesn't mean you can always get what you want."

"Oh come on, you love kissing me oppa, don't be tough," she moaned, biting her lower lip, arching her back with her eyes closed as you rocked her body with each thrust.

"If you ruin my date the least I can do is play tough, sweetie," you bit her chin, a little harder than usual, "actually, your time is up," you said, disengaging from her thighs and pulling your dick from her pussy.

"But!-" she was going to protest, watching as you separated from her and joined Chaery just a meter away from her. Something told you that you had left her very close to her orgasm.

"Shut up bitch," Chaery snapped, lying on her back and spreading her legs for you, "it's my turn with my boy," you smiled at that, and she winked at you.

You leaned forward, pressing the back of your hard cock against Chaery's pussy and resting your forearms on either side of her head to kiss her, she lovingly cupped your face with both hands, and as you shared a slow, sensual kiss, you blew your hips back to slide into her tight pussy. Chaery moaned against your lips, and her back arched as she felt you fill her again.

"Fuck, you're possessive aren't you?" You teased with a little smile, returning her favor and moving your hips in a sensual and deep way, not putting much emphasis on speed or hardness, just making her feel every inch of your cock with each pump.

"How could I not be? Just look at you..." she moaned against your lips, running her hands over your shoulders, your back and then grabbing your ass, "you are a work of art, and you drive me crazy," you came back to kiss her between moans, putting a hand between your bodies to squeeze one of her tits, then you approached one of her ears.

"I'm going to say that Chaeyeon won this round just to make her think you're even," you whispered, "but I want you to know that you're still the winner, honey," you gently nipped at her earlobe, and she grinned from ear to ear while you fucked her harder and harder.

You lowered your body slightly more, to leave your face at the level of her chest and kiss and lick her tits one by one, you did so for a few long seconds, until finally you gave her one last strong thrust and slowly left her pussy. Leaving her just as disappointed as Chaeyeon.

"Well? Who won this round, oppa?" Chaeyeon asked, already waiting for you upside down, playing with her ass with one of her fingers inside it.

"You can rest assured, Chaeyeonie," you said, breathing hard, "you won this round," you were a pretty good liar, so she bought it. Chaery just kept quiet, preparing herself to take your cock up her ass when you were done with Chaeyeon.

"Does that mean you can fuck my ass now?" asked Chaeyeon wiggling her buttocks, "I've been wanting it all damn day," she bit her lower lip, watching as you went with her and knelt over her, knees on either side of her hips.

"More like the whole fucking week huh? You anal slut," you said, spitting all the saliva accumulated in your mouth onto your dick to make it slippery, a couple of drops fell onto Chaeyeon's ass, and you used two fingers to slightly lubricate it inside.

"I wasn't an anal slut until I felt your cock in there, it's your fault," she smiled, looking over her shoulder at you as you lined your cock up with her ass, and with a slow thrust, your cock slid in little by little inside her tight hole. You moaned out loud, having missed the feeling of that wonderful butthole so much.

"I'm not going to lie to you, I missed this fucking ass a lot," you gasped, shoving the last few inches of your erection into her ass, you rested for a second, and then began to rock your hips back and forth very slowly, fully taking your cock in and out.

She tried to keep responding to you, but as your cock slid easier with each pump, she began to let out little whimpers as you began to move your hips significantly faster. Your hands went to her waist, and just as you knew she liked it, you pressed her flesh very strongly, while you slammed her ass with all the intensity you could.

Chaeyeon also liked strong and rustic treatment, so first you started with a spicy spank straight to her right buttock, she squealed and squirmed, and then you gave her another spank to the other buttock. Her ass was now a bright red, and to put the icing on the cake, you grabbed a handful of her platinum pink hair and yanked it back hard, slamming her ass mercilessly with your cock. 

"Oh fuck yes oppa!" Chaeyeon squealed, "I'm going to miss that cock in my ass so fucking much, oh my god!!" Chaery covered her ears, as Chaeyeon was yelling too loud even by her standards. You kept fucking Chaeyeon, not wanting to stop since you wanted to grant both of them the delight of making them cum with your cock in her asses.

You fucked her ass for a couple minutes, not letting go of her hair for a single second and squeezing her firm ass with your free hand. Chaeyeon didn't know where to hold on, she was desperately looking for a place near the edge of the sofa to cling to, but in the midst of her desperate moans, her orgasm played against her and she went into an intense chain of strong spasms one after another. You slowed down the pace of your pumping, patiently waiting for her to pass her orgasm before slowly pulling out of her ass.

"I'm sure you'll miss not being able to sit down, too," you teased Chaeyeon, with a giggle which she shared with you.

“I'm sure I will, it's hilarious to see my manager confused when I'm just standing there,” Chaeyeon said, lying on her forearms with heavy breathing.

"Well, are you ready, my sweet baby?" you asked Chaery, who was fucking her ass with two of her fingers, her face lit up when you spoke to her turn.

"I couldn't be more ready darling," she replied, and you were inexplicably happy that she had dropped the word 'oppa' to now call you darling.

"Come here then," you smiled, grabbing her by the waist and lifting her up to lay her face down, slightly lifting her leg and repeating the same process as with Chaeyeon, except that you wanted to be extremely loving and careful with Chaery. You thrust your hips very slowly, and when the tip of your cock was inside her ass, you leaned forward to give her neck and shoulders loving little kisses, as she gasped and began to whimper with every inch of your manhood burying inside her butthole.

When you were completely inside her ass you took one of your hands to her waist to hold it and the other to her face, to take her by the chin, make her turn her face slightly and kiss her affectionately while you began to move your hips slowly, letting her her hole will get used to your thickness before making it faster.

There was really no need to do it fast and hard with her, you wanted to make the difference between the two of them very clear, with one you only fucked casually, looking for mutual pleasure and nothing more, but with the other you had a connection far beyond sexually, you felt love for her, to the point of wanting to make her feel like the princess she was even in bed.

Chaery certainly appreciated the fact that you were loving and as tender as possible with her, it was reflected in how she held the side of your face while she kissed you, and how she caressed your cheek with her thumb in the middle of her cute moans of pleasure. You didn't want to be harsh with her, but you did make sure she felt with every fiber of her body every single deep thrust of your hips.

"I love that you fuck me like this honey…" Chaery moaned against your lips, and you wrapped your arm around her neck to hold her closer to you, not stopping to give her little kisses as you sensually pumped your cock in and out of her tight ass, "you make me feel so… special."

"It's because you're special, Chaeryeongie," you murmured against her lips, between kisses, "you make me want to make you feel this way every time you smile, so please don't stop doing that," you now plunged into her neck with little kisses and licks, and as if you had flipped a hidden switch in her, her moans became much louder and longer.

You weren't surprised to discover that above all possible things, what turned Chaery on the most in bed was simply being truly loved, as she just said it: 'feeling special.' Her orgasm came in a matter of seconds, you still weren't moving your hips half as fast as you could, but still she cummed as if you had been fucking her mercilessly for 10 minutes straight. You hugged her with both arms, pinning her against her mattress while her body shook between tremors and cute moans. You stayed completely inside her for a few seconds while her body relaxed, and when any trace of her orgasm finally disappeared, you pulled out of her between heavy breaths.

"God, you two are going to make me throw up how pretty you look," Chaeyeon said, faking a gag. You just only laughed about it.

"Honey... who's the winner this time? Who has the best pussy and ass?" Chaery asked, still reeling from her orgasm.

"You're forgetting a little detail, girls," you said, getting up from the sofa to stand facing the edge, "you haven't made me cum again, so I consider it fair to decide it that way. I'll cum twice, once in a pussy , and the other in an ass. That's to show my favorites."

“That's pretty fair to me,” Chaeyeon said, crawling to the edge of the couch to get on her hands and knees right in front of you.

"Me too," Chaery said a second later, moving to her sister's side just like her, on her hands and knees.

You stared at the scene for a few seconds, the two Lee sisters, both fucking hot and with incredibly tight, toned and sexy bodies, and above all, a pair of asses to drool over. You didn't bother wasting time, and decided to give your second load of the night to Chaery. One hand went to her waist, and the other to your cock as you guided it into her tight, wet pussy.

Chaery moaned again, and this time she looked over her shoulder at you to nod her head, giving you the green light to fuck her as hard as you wanted this time. So you did, fucking her frantically right from the start, one hand on her ass as your cock disappeared between her buttocks with each hard pump.

The sounds of your pelvis crashing against her ass echoed through the entire living room, even over the music that continued to blare from the bluetooth speaker on the table. You caressed her buttocks with both hands, then gave them one last squeeze before feeling the tingle in your lower abdomen.

"We have our first winner..." you growled, giving a sudden pace up to your thrusts before delivering one last hard thrust, releasing your entire load into Chaery's tight pussy, who let out a small sigh of contentment and relief when felt your thick liquid fill her completely.

"Does that mean I have the best ass?" Chaeyeon asked, completely ignoring the fact that she had just lost at something.

"I'm not going to answer that question, don’t be a bitch" you said, pulling out of Chaery's pussy, letting your cum spill from it onto the couch, and taking your already drenched cock from your and Chaery's fluids to guide it into Chaeyeon's butthole. 

You didn't care that you were overstimulating yourself, at first it was painful, but you knew how to endure it like a champion as the pain turned back into pleasure. You fucked Chaeyeon with all the strength and accumulated rage that you hadn't used against Chaery, you included absolutely everything, hair pulling, exaggeratedly strong spanks, and even a lot of degradation that made her very fucking horny.

When Chaeyeon already had both buttocks red as a tomato and her hair all messed up, you started to feel certain signs in your body that your third orgasm of the night was just around the corner. A bead of sweat trickled down your temple, and you gave Chaeyeon one last hard spank that made her scream in pain before giving her one last hard thrust, shooting thick streams of cum into your favorite ass all over the girls with which you had fucked. And that was saying enough.

"Oh my fucking god… I'm going to miss feeling that load inside my ass so much," Chaeyeon moaned biting her lip, her brow furrowing as she looked over her shoulder at you, "promise me when you get back you'll come home to fuck me."

"I can't promise you anything, I might have to put my double shifts on hold for a while," you replied, glancing at Chaery, who smiled at you.

"Agh, how boring you are!" Chaeyeon complained, and you pulled your cock out of her ass, letting your cum flow freely out of it and onto the couch.

After that, the three of you began to clean yourselves and also clean the entire room as best you could, especially the sofa. During all that time the atmosphere changed for the better after the lewd side was finally satisfied, you knew Chaeyeon very well, and you knew how fun and wonderful she was, just like her sister, so you did not stop laughing with fleeting comments about how quickly everything had gone uphill for you, and they were certainly right, in that first session in the spa you could never imagine that you were going to fuck one of the members and her sister in the same night, it sounded stupid in your head, but maybe that's how lucky you were.

When everything was finally clean and orderly, you were left dressed only in your boxers, and Chaery in her panties, stockings and white sweater. The two of you had returned the sofa back to its natural shape, and sat next to each other as Chaeyeon prepared to leave.

"Oppa, do you want to come with me or are you going to stay with Chaery?" Chaeyeon asked, picking up her phone from the table and putting it in her pocket. You didn't even think twice before throwing an arm around Chaery's shoulders and snuggling her against you.

"Before you came I was already perfectly happy here, Chaeyeonie, so no thanks, I'm staying," you said with an innocent little smile, caressing Chaery's shoulder with your hand as she hugged your torso.

"So that answers my question, she's your favorite Lee Sister," Chaeyeon nodded with an amused expression, "but hey, it's okay, I haven't given up yet," she winked at you.

"Bye unnie," Chaery waved, eager for her to finally be gone from her.

"Bye sis, I'll call you soon, okay? Take care!" Chaeyeon waved back, and then blew you a kiss before disappearing down the hall.

When Chaeyeon left the atmosphere lightened up significantly for the two of you, everything was now as calm and peaceful as before, and you made sure to snuggle Chaery tight against you, giving her as much warmth as possible. You put on a movie, and you were completely silent for the entire duration of it, just enjoying each other's company and how good each other's warmth felt.

You were already starting to feel sleepy just like her, and just when the credits of the movie rolled on the screen, she turned to look at you, give you a little kiss on the cheek and grab your chin to make you see her.

"Thank you honey... really," she said in a low, soft voice.

"Why Baby?" you asked, cupping the side of her face and brushing her cheek with your thumb.

"For choosing me," she looked you straight in the eyes, two shining pearls, "In my trainee days all the boys always went with Yeji or Ryujin," she began to say, with a sadder and more melancholy tone, "Or with any of the other girls, never with me," she sighed.

"Honey, choosing you was too easy for me," you smiled, giving her a little kiss on the lips, "you're too fucking beautiful, and your smile melts me."

"You're not going to forget me when you go on tour with those girls, are you?" she asked with a certain insecure tone.

"How could I possibly forget about you?" you chuckled, giving her little kisses all over her face, "that will never happen, I promise."

"God, how are you so cute?" Chaery, clung tightly to your body once more, resting her chin on your chest and looking up, "can we have a redo from our date? that bitch ruined everything," she sighed.

"You can have as many redos as you want, honey, and I would never get tired of you," you gave her another kiss on the lips, she just smiled from ear to ear, and as the minutes passed, you both fell fast asleep.

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“My heart recognized you before my mind did”

Caroline Graham Hansen x reader

A/N: No triggers. Rewritten 31st of May. You are a playing assistant coach. Basically a player with more knowledge.

The sun was blaring in the Spanish sky which caused your sweat to pour. It was particularly hot because you weee busy placing the gear you had planned to use this session for the attackers. It looked like something close to the world championship of materials. It devastatingly hot as the Spanish sun was going towards record breaking heat. The attackers came out, all of them looking as ready as ever. You had already analysed them which meant that you knew each of their weaknesses. “Fridolina, Salma and Claudia; group up to the left.  Caroline, Mariona and Bruna; group up to the right.” You ordered, and the girls split up eager to see what you had planned for today. “We are doing drills, left to right, up towards east, strike three times, across the field and return. 1-2-3, let’s go!” You yelled as the girls got into action. Caroline caused you to take special notice of her. She was taller than you, and you had read about her. You went to talent camp together as teens. You always thought that she was into girls, but she was very private. Even back then! Nonetheless, she was stunning. Her hands were large, and her rarely shown smile was contagious. 

“Alright girls, I want you to group up.” You announced after 15 mins of intensive practice. The girls fell to the grass pacing, trying to catch their breath. “Now, this feeling is what we will feel on the pitch during the last 10 minutes. We are gonna push through it. Watch me, and copy it until I call quits.” You ordered as you did a series of cordinating moves as a ran between poles and over blocks. When you finished the round, you pulled my t shirt off your tanned skin as it was once again, recording breakingly hot. Everyone started doing the exercise, and you started looking at Fridolina while making notes of what she needed support on. You turned around and catches Caroline glancing at you. “Caroline? Are there questions? Are you okay?” You said as the tall girl shook her head and started doing the exercise. You shook yournhead, and started taking notes once again. 

Later that day, you spotted her staring at you. In the cafeteria, during the pre-match meeting and during the gym session. You decided that you were over it when you and Ingrid was walking to her car, and you catched her stare again. “What’s her deal?” You asked Ingrid, and she shrugged. “I’m not too sure, she isn’t normally this awkward. “ she suggested and you brushed it off as we got into Ingrid’s car.

Over the next months, this weird thing with Caroline kept happening. You would notice her staring, but whenever you talked to her she would get all stuttery. As she was getting weirded, me and the other girls were getting closer. You were also marking my spot as a playing assistant trainer when Jonathan on multiple occasions had me be a stand in during practice. This caused you to develop a close knitted relationship to quite a few of the girls, but Ingrid, Mapi, Alexia and Lucy were of the closest. Lucy would often flirt with me, and you thought it was hilarious. Over the next 6 months, we grew closer. Like sisters, she would tease you. and you would kick her ass in practice.

After a very particularly hard practice, you were clearing the pitch for equipment as the girls had already headed home for the day. You had turned the music on full and you were listening to “Typisk norsk å være god». It was blasting out on full volume and you felt like you were having the time of your life. It was friday, and you were feeling ready for Lucy’s birthday weekend shenanigans.

“Uhm, listen, Y/F/N-“ a female voice begun but was quickly shut down by your shrieks of horror as your heart went from 50 to 180 in the span of 1 second. “GRAHAM, you scared me!” You yelled as the tall brunette was walking awkwardly towards you, almost resembling a baby giraffe.  The girl was rubbing her neck while staring into the grass. “I just, ehm, regarding, you know-“ she stuttered. “Oh my, whenever you are ready” I stated as an ironically looked at my sports watch. “Never mind” the brunette stuttered as she was turning her tall frame and walked towards the warderobe. You could see the girls staring from the tunnel, and you knew that they had put her up to this.

You sighted as you felt forced to try to catch up to her, considering your 38 cm height difference. “Caroline, wait up.” You cooed at her as you were shortening the distance by the second. You catched her as she entered the now empty team warderobe. She sat down underneath her cubby with her name and face printed on the wall with her hands rubbing her knees. You could tell that she was nervous, that made you feel flattered. “Let’s try again shall we?” You said as you sat down on the physio bench in the middle of the room, but still in front of her. She still looked down with her serious face. She always has a serious face, that’s her thing. Stone cold, hard working and dedicated. You dangled your feet on the physio bench as you pointed towards her picture on the wall. “You see that girl?” You started, as she shot a quick gaze towards where you were pointing. “I think she is hard working, dedicated, confident and very passionate.” You stated while staring at her picture in awe as a you smiled lovingly. “Now, what seems to be the issue for this hard working girl?” You repeated. “Strugglig with your right to left transitions?” You suggested. “What, no!” She stated, knowing that you knew that her transitions were always perfect.

“I just-listen Y/F/N. I’m not very good with talking to new people. But I was trying to remember where I have seen you before, because I’m confident that I have seen you but I can’t seem to-“ she said as her speech was picking up the pace. “Statoil talentleir” you smiled as you let out a small laugh. “I remember, who could ever forget those a girl with eyes like the sea during the biggest of storms?” You smiled, and she looked down again as she blushed. You could see that she was hiding a grin, and you smiled again looking back on the memory. “It was around 2012, you were 17. I was around 13. You had your stilly little hairband across your forehead and I pulled it. It smacked your forehead and you had a bright purple spot for the whole camp.” You stated as a let out a chuckle.

The thing was, that you were younger than her. She was 1995, and you were 1999. That didn’t stop you though, as you liked my women older. “Are you going to Lucy’s birthday dinner tonight?” You asked to break the silence as you realised that we were running out of time and you had no intention of missing out on a chance to party. “I’m not sure..” Caroline shyly stated, and you stood up. “Well.” You said as a reached your hand out. “I want you to come, Caz” you said as your new nickname for the tall framed girl slipped. She smiled softly “as you please, coach” she chuckled as her smile lit up the room. 

[tea-twords]

Title

ehehehe first fic im writing after what feels like a year or two or a billion. But im actually feeling it rn so im gonna give it a shot. AND PLS FORGIVE ME FOR BAD WRITING IM SO RUSTY RIGHT NOW IM TRYINT TO GET THR HANG OF IT

So a few headcanons I used for this fic before we get into it:

Whenever the Arataki gang is in jail for some stupid as ever thing, Shinobu gets a bit antsy after a while cause she’s the type of person to always need something to do. Not doing anything makes her a bit anxious

Heizou is very good at reading people’s emotions but that’s probably canon enough

Shinobu knows a way to make a functioning bracelet out of like 4 naku weed stems somehow

So um aha no idea how to format so I’ll try my best

And also a warning for some swear words, I also hc Shinobu swears at her ler while getting wrecked

Lee: Kuki Shinobu

Ler: Shikanoin Heizou

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God the day Heizou had today was surely a good one.

He returned to the police station after a day of substantial progress on his investigation into a new case to hear what sounded like a chorus of angels (and a few devils) breaking out in song.

Heizou’s immediate thought was “What in Celestia is going on”, as would anyone else think if they were in his current predicament.

He figured out pretty quickly that the culprits for this outcry of song were none other than the one and only Arataki Itto and his buddies, Mamoru, Genta, and Akira. Having been arrested for “disturbing the peace” (having a whole karaoke session right in front of komore tea house and actively inviting any passerby to join them), they decided to take their…passion, for karaoke to their prison cells and somehow managed to get some of the other inmates to sing along.

It was pretty hilarious, to say the least. It took almost all of Heizou’s willpower to not to burst out laughing as his fellow officers attempted to get the situation under control.

“I’ve got to tell Shinobu about this”

So now here he was, walking through hanamizaka, looking for the places Shinobu can commonly be found. Something was off though…

She’s not here.

“That’s troubling…” Heizou thought. “Where could she be, if not here? Definitely not any shrines, maybe at a shop? Or perhaps the by the sea!”

Heizou began to walk in the direction of the shore. It wasn’t the most logical place to look next, but something was telling him he’d get lucky there.

“Hey, Shinobu!”

He called out to the green haired girl sitting in front of the sea next to a maroon drawstring bag. She held her mask to her face, but lowered it once she saw who called out to her.

“Oh, hey.”

“My intuition told me I might find you here. I’ve got to tell you about what happened today at the-…hey are you okay?”

Heizou paused mid sentence after taking a closer look at Shinobu. She was making bracelets out of naku weed and sango pearls, but something was wrong. Her back was unusually straight, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, her movements on the bracelet were sharper than needed, and she was switching sitting positions in the sand like twice a minute. She seemed…bored. Restless. Anxious.

“Yeah, I’m fine, why?”

“I’m here to talk if you need. Somethings wrong.” Heizou said, sitting down next to her.

Shinobu sighed and looked back down at the bracelet she had just finished making.

“Nothing crazy serious, I guess I’ve just been bored. I’ve done all I needed to do today, but the idea of doing nothing is just uncomfortable…It’s weird. I’m always cleaning up after the gang’s messes, but now..”

“You don’t know what to do now since there aren’t any messes to clean.” He finished for her.

“Yeah, pretty much. Gotta keep myself busy.”

“I take it that’s why you’re making bracelets by the sea?”

“I’ve got nothing better to do, so yeah. Just a hobby to pass the time.”

“They’re beautiful.”

Shinobu smiled. She looked back up at Heizou to find him marveling at the one currently in her hand. Little sango pearls were intertwined in a wreath of naku weeds. She’d been wanting to make bracelets with them ever since she picked some up during Boss’s rock and roll event at watatsumi island.

“You want one?”

“Only if there are extras.”

She opened the bag next to her to reveal she had made quite the supply of bracelets already.

“Woah…you’ve been here a while, I see.”

“Heh, yeah. By the sea is a nice place to be.”

“That rhymed.”

“Thank you.”

They sat in silence for a little longer, admiring the coming sunset before Heizou spoke up again.

“I also noticed you aren’t wearing your mask at the moment.”

“I felt like breathing the air by the ocean a little better. It helps when you need calming down. And I don’t have to keep the mask on if it’s just you here, you know who I am.”

“I guess that’s true. Still, it’s not often I get to see you without it.”

“Enjoy it while it lasts.” Shinobu said, already almost done with her next bracelet. “This one is gonna be yours.”

“Ooh, really? It’s an honor to watch the craftsman work.” He said peering excitedly at his future bracelet in-the-making.

She finished up quickly and handed it to him.

“I added an extra sango pearl, cause you’re one of my best friends.”

“Awww, really? That means so much, Shinobu, thank you.” Heizou said, his expression softening greatly. He looked like this emoji 🥺.

“Y-yeah..” Shinobu mumbled, averting her eyes.

“Aww, are you blushing?” He teased, moving a little closer to get a better look.

“No! And stop awwing at me!” She hid her face, preventing him from getting that better look.

Heizou pouted. “Shinobu come onnn, I never get to see your face! Especially not your blushing one, you can’t deny me this opportunity.”

“Shut up. You’ve seen me blush before anyway…”

“But not without the mask! Pleaseee?”

“I would rather plunge in the sea in front of us.”

Yeah, she won’t budge. Heizou has to use his secret weapon now.

From where he was sitting next to her, he wrapped his arms around her in a hug and looked up at her with puppy eyes.

“Pleaseeee?”

“H-hey! Careful! I’m not even gonna look at you.” She said, flinching first at the sudden contact but still keeping her face hidden with her hands and knees.

“Hm, “careful”, you say?”

The silence was loud. She couldn’t see his face, but she knew exactly what expression he had on.

“Wipe that smirk off your face off your face, and don’t even think about it.”

Heizou giggled mischievously. One because he did in fact have a smirk on his face, and two because he now had a new idea. An idea to get her to finally show her face, and you know, maybe help her feel a little better.

“Careful? Careful with what?” He said, lightly tapping at her sides. Nothing unbearable, but still getting a reaction.

“Heizou, noho! I’ll kill you! Don’t even try!”

“Threatening a detective with murder now, huh? I thought we were best friends, Shinobu.” He said sarcastically, glancing at his new bracelet on his wrist.

Shinobu tried desperately to squirm out of his hold. It was over for her if he went through with this, she’ll never hear the end of it.

“I personally can’t believe I didn’t think of how ticklish you can be earlier!”

“Heizou I swehehear…”

“Oh, this is good for me. Now I’ll get to see your blushing face and your laughing face without the mask at the same time!” Heizou said, picking up the pace and now scribbling his fingers at her sides.”

“Noho you wohohohont! Heheizohou!!” She giggled, her hands instinctively grabbing his wrists. However, unfortunately, due to his place behind her, she had much less leverage and it was quite futile.

“You’re suhuhuch a piehece of shihihit! AHAha-!! Asshohole!” At her remark he gave her a quick tase to the side, clearly elevating her reaction.

“Now that’s no way to talk to one of your best friends.”

“Shhuhut the fuck uhuhup!! You’re nohohot my behehest friehehend, dickhead!” She retorted, squirming in any way she could to not show him her face in this state.

“Really? I guess that extra pearl was a mistake then…I’m hurt Shinobu, really.” Heizou said, not hurt at all. He knows she doesn’t mean it at all, hell he’ll yell similar things when he’s on the receiving end too. That still doesn’t mean he’ll have mercy just yet, however. He moved one hand up by her ribs, the other hand down by her stomach, and dug in. Not too much pressure, but just enough.

“HeheHEHEY!!” Shinobu laughed. Now he was currently attacking two of her bad spots at the same time, and she knew that he damn well knew what he was doing too.

“HEIZOHOUU!”

“Shinobuuu!”

She continued to giggle brightly, not caring about hiding her face anymore and instead kicking her legs and thrashing around (adorably by the way) and doing whatever she could to escape.

Since hiding her face was no longer Shinobu’s top priority, Heizou had no problem finally seeing her laughing/blushing face without a mask.

“Aww, I see you now~” He teased, grinning down at her wide smile. He began to slow down, having got what he wanted and not wanting her revenge to be too devastating.

“Ahahrehe you happy?”

“Very happy.”

“Greheheat, you can stohohop.”

Taking her for her word that she’s had enough, he finally stopped his attack on her midsection and let her breathe as she slumped on his shoulder.

“Asshole.”

“You know it was fun.”

“You’re still an asshole.”

“Come on, look how relaxed you are now. Much better than how I found you earlier. Oh right, speaking of, I was gonna tell you-“

“Apapap, wait one second.” Shinobu interrupted. “I just want you to know I’ll get you back for your cruelty today, when you least expect it. Could be in a few seconds, could be in a few days. Your intuition won’t be able to save you, detective.”

It was Heizou’s turn to be nervous. Maybe not nervous, actually, more like excited. Anticipation always made things more fun! Not that he’d admit it in this moment.

“Mmmm…o-okay…” He shrank in on himself while Shinobu sat next to him, her eyes hungry to see him in her same position. It always amazed him how easily she could bounce back from getting tickle attacked.

“A-anyway, the four of them in their cells-“ He continued, making the most of the time he has left before his inevitable doom.

Heizou shared the story of how the gang managed to get fellow inmates singing along with them in prison, and they discussed various Arataki gang stories until the sun set.

And yes, Shinobu did eventually get him back.

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@adrienisweird @emiefluff HI GUYS I WROTE SOMETHING

again I apologize for bad writing I just kind of wrote as I went and lost myself in it. Still getting the hang of it but I hope u guys like it and I hope it’s a good start!!

[breeeliss]

#LockedTombtober Day 5: Cackle

a/n: adore the fact that gideon simps every time harrow laughs. also, if you know any good griddlehark college au fics, plz notify me immediately

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day 5: cackle

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college AU

“ah, if it isn’t my penumbral twilight mistress slaving away in the library once more.” 

harrow doesn’t even look up from her laptop or check her phone for the time. “skipping your pre-reqs again, griddle?” 

“aw, you memorized my schedule,” gideon teases as she drops her gym bag on the study table and straddles the chair right next to harrow’s. “I didn’t know you cared.”

“it’s hardly memorizing when you skip the same classes just to crawl here and have me check your same problem sets. so which pre-req is it this time, physics or pre-calculus?” 

gideon pouted and pulled a crumpled packet of papers from her backpack. “physics. we’re doing inertia.”

harrow shoves aside two human physiology textbooks and starts flipping through gideon’s physics homework with a crooked smirk that gideon has long resigned herself to finding incredibly charming. “your baby physics problem sets are precious. is this all?” 

gideon makes an award-winning, record breaking fart sound into her hand, and is simultaneously met with an annoyed shush from the student worker posted at the library’s front desk and a flick in the back of the head from harrow. “baby physics my ass,” she complains. “this was supposed to be the jock science class and it’s hard as balls.”

“do they always make the problems athletics themed, or is it just coincidence we’re being tasked with finding the moment of inertia for a dumbbell?” 

“one, it’s a barbell you nerd. two, yes they absolutely do make them sports themed and it’s fucking hilarious. three,” and gideon makes sure to make her eyebrow waggling extra obnoxious, “who’s we?” 

harrow, pitifully, doesn’t take the bait and give her another smirk. drat. “I have lab early in the morning. do you want my help or not?” 

“well it was less help and more just hoping you’d do it for me--” 

“griddle, do not make me run to confession after this for cursing you out.” 

“kidding!” gideon laughs, and just for good measure she pulls out the carton of sushi and disposable chopsticks the bought from the library cafe. “here. lunch as payment because you look anemic, and you have my full attention. tutor me, oh dark enchantress, anoint me with thine knowledge.” 

oh, and gideon gets really close that time, harrow actually smiles -- full teeth! and a little bite in the corner of her lip that she does when she’s trying to hold it back -- and chuckles while shaking her head. beautiful, satisfying, lovely, but somehow not enough. she tears into the case immediately and shoves a roll in her mouth. “your payment is acceptable. now take out a pencil, pupil, i go over this with you once and then i have lab prep to do.” 

admittedly, gideon often has doubts about whether harrow truly likes her. at this point, between gideon begging harrow to help her with assignments and harrow texting gideon for rides back to her dorm after her late night lab sessions let out, gideon is (kinda) sure that they at least don’t hate each other anymore. but then moments like this roll around where harrow goes from promising one explanation to giving three while helping gideon work through the entirety of her problem set, and suddenly gideon’s sure she’s got this in the bag. like, if gideon took her for coffee and dinner she’s (pretty) sure that harrow wouldn’t kill her over it. 

but one thing at a time, she reminds herself. there’s a method to gideon’s madness and an order of operations to mission “get harrowhark nonagesimus to fall hopelessly in love with me.” there’s important groundwork being laid, and gideon is so close to checking off the latest goal. 

gideon stares down at her complete problem set in shock. “how are you better at explaining this than someone who has tenure? that’s like actually insane.” 

harrow, adorable little goth that she is, preens under the praise in that quiet way that only she does. “you’re welcome. although i maintain my recommendation to record your lectures so that you can review what you don’t understand.” 

“uggghhhhhh.” gideon drops her head. “that’s what ianthe said too. stop agreeing with her.” 

“she’s a despicable roommate, but on that point she is correct. i really hope you're not taking help from her, she’ll help you fail and find it funny.” 

gideon smiles and pokes at the shadow of a dimple on harrow’s chin. “is this you trying to make sure i only come to you?” 

harrow rolls her eyes, but there’s humor creeping up in the corner of her lips. “you’re welcome to go to anyone else, but you seem to prefer me. i must be better than ianthe.”

“you’re better than literally everyone on this campus,” gideon says. “of course i'd come to you.” and, as a little bonus to warm her heart tonight, gideon sees harrow’s ears turn red. precious. adorable. cute. sexy. a thesaurus could never sum it up. 

“besides, the last time i asked ianthe for a favor, i came down with a fever for a whole week. i'm pretty sure she stared at me and gave me a fucking staph infection with her brain. no thank you.” 

and then, without any warning, and with no consideration for the fragility of gideon’s poor little gay heart, a cackle bursts straight out of harrow’s chest. it’s two quick notes that are hilariously high pitched, but they’re loud enough to get her a glare from all of the surrounding tables. her hands came up to cover her mouth while she and gideon bow their heads and snicker quietly into their fingers. when they’re able to calm themselves, harrow pushes her things aside and lets gideon take permanent residence in the study chair next to her. “you’re such an idiot.” 

gideon stays beaming during her whole free period. mission an absolute success. and it’s good to know harrow has a pretty laugh. 

[starkskypines]

“The daredevil hero stuff is what I signed up for”-Buck. he’s so crazy i love him and want to punch him

all the people with phones just recording i hate humanity

oh my god Devon i’m so worried about you

NO NOT DEVON 😭

“Because when we take the uniform off at the end of the day, it symbolizes letting go of all the sad, crazy inhumane things we’ve seen that day.” -Athena. She’s so wise I love her and I just think they all need hugs

Abby and her mom with Alzheimer’s is so moving and emotional

Chimney with his fears of snakes and dogs is so real

OHHHH VICTIM WAS ACTUALLY A THEIF I LOVE THE TWIST

Carla is so cool and down to earth I love her

awh Abby and Buck’s conversation was so nice actually 🥺 I want to hug them both

“I love this job because I get to be the tough guy but I also get to help people.” -Buck. truly a quote right there

therapy sessions therapy sessions

oh my god Buck pls don’t sleep with your therapist

Awh no not more complications for Athena

Oh my god Buck you slept with your therapist you idiot

oooh athena losing her cool dang dang the way that personal life affects the professional is just so true

Bobby is hilarious actually

Pls I love Buck and Bobby’s conversations

BUCK WHY ARE YOU JUST TELLING HER ALL THIS YOU POOR OVERSHARER I LOVE YOU you’re just like the tumblr gays

OH MY GOD MAY HOLY SHIT NO HOLY SHIT NO FUCK NO NOT ATHENAS DAUGHTER

alright well now I’m definitely watching the next episode but I’ll try to at least do some cleaning while I watch so we can get some productivity in

also can Athena catch a break like goddamn it’s been 2 episodes and she’s really going through it my love

[glitched-dawn]

Alright, so. I think it was a month or so, back during autumn break. Me and my friends had planned to finally begin playing D&D, and I was gonna be their DM.

This isn't the "fun" part, though. The fun part is that they didn't know about me being FTM. They all called me my deadname, and it was only one of them, my cousin from USA, who actually knew and remembered that I am FTM. I've also told one of my closer cousins, but she has either forgotten or it's just a huge fear of consequences.

Anyways. I wasn't sure I wanted to deal wtih being called my deadname foran entire night, no less by my closest friends, so I popped into our Discord chat and told everyone a little about the sleepover, talking to Kat (my cousin from USA) at the same time, asking if I really should come out. She said that yes, I should do whatever I wanted, and she would always stand behind me. If I had more than a goddamn pot of cement as feelings, I would've cried right there.

So I tell my friends that hey, I would like it if you didn't call me my deadname, and they immediately asked me what name I wanted to be called. So I told them what name I wanted to be called, and they all agreed to call em by my real name and my guy if I could cry I would've been BAWLING right there.

We were generally just making a fun time of it, not some super emotional stuff which I found relieving.

So the sleepover went great, we managed to order and get a D&D kit the day before we began playing, so it wasn't CLOSE to RAW, we even called it "Cooked D&D" since we were barely following any rules, just tabletop roleplaying to the adventure I'd written (that I still haven't finished).

The funniest thing was that when my friends asked for the address, we were gonna be at Kat's place, so I sent this cute little threat to make sure they wouldn't leak the address:

The worst thing that happened was that I forgot to eat dinner, we spilled a little water on some of the kit essentials, and one of my players kept fucking every single NPC (to the grade he now has an elf boyfriend and will have two or more babies next session, plus he has his own undead skeleton, from the BBEG), and I still haven't finished the adventure. Overall, I'd say it was great, but I was worried they might go back to calling me my deadname.

They didn't! It was awesome! My cousin (I'll call him Gust) tried his best to say my real name, and it was so sweet! He said it wrong a few times, but he always corrects himself, and honestly I fucking love that. Kat was super chill with everything, she's having a few of the same problems I have, so we're super homies about that.

But here comes the best part. My newest friend, Thetr, at first he just reacted with a breadhead image when I came out, which I found hilarious. I thought he was kind of on the edge between accepting it or keeping to my deadname, but he had a big plot twist coming.

Skip to a few weeks later, and we're playing Terraria together, just having a good time. He's meticulous to only call me my real name, and after a while, he brings the Caleb-thing up, as we've begun to call it. He wonders if I've told my parents. I say that yes, I've told them, and no, my parents aren't calling me by my real name.

And he fucking flips. He doesn't get "real" angry, but he's irritated and annoyed, he says he can't fucking imagine the disrespect, and that he gets irritated just hering them say the wrong name.

Cue, my mother enters the room, loudly saying my deadname, wodnering if I've done the dishes. So naturally, I say no I haven't, but it breaks into chaos as Thetr begins screaming my real name into his mic, trying to get my mother to hear him. Eventually, I have to take out one earbud to hear what my mom is saying.

I can't even describe how happy I am that he supports me. We've only been friends for a little less than a year, but I'm not hesitant to say he's one of my closest, if not the closest of my friends.

And now, to the present. Thetr and I were playing again, and I was just about to unplug my laptop and bring it upstairs so I could continue playing without disturbing my family (who were sitting in the couch to my left, as I was playing by the table in the living room). But all of a sudden, my mother just gets up, says "I had a bad day", grabs and closes the fucking laptop and storms off with it, leaving Thetr completely unaware of anything that happened. Then I bring out my phone and plug in my airpods, since I literally can't last two seconds of understimulation, and so I need music. Then my dad grabs my phone before I can put on music and fucks off to the couch with it, and I know I can't meess with him to get it back. So yeah, my relationship with them is pretty damn shitty. My teachers are honestly acting like better parents than mine.

So I just sit still for a while, messing around my art station as I'm trying to figure out what I can do to show them that what they're doing has consequences.

I take a shower, and eventually bring up my school computer to my room, so I can write - and type to Thetr on Discord. I tell him that holy shit, what my parents did was so fucking petty and unnecessary, and he agrees. Even better: he says I have to let him sleep over at my place.

His plan? To correct my parents every time the say my deadname, explain to my siblings since they don't know, tell them he's shocked my parents haven't told them yet, genrally shame the shit out of them.

And I say hell yeah, that's fire, since we can both work on a song we're gonna make together (for a horror skit content channel we haven't started yet), go into the forest, watch horror movies, and even start a second campaign, only the three of us. Because Thetr suggests we bring Kat along, because the three of us are the only ones who really enjoy horror, and are interested in making this horror channel.

So this sleepover is gonna occur somewhere during winter break, which is real fucking soon. I'm gonna update what happens, but still, I'm a little bit scared.

My parents aren't the best. They have trouble accepting who I am, they don't really believe that I have mental issues (except for autism, which my mom thinks I have, that I definitely do have), and they suck at dealing with arguments.

For real, I go into verbal shutdown each time they start arguing, and that is the only time I'm prone to crying. And all they want me to do is answer their fucking questions, and they won't let me go until I have.

I think my dad is worse, and he's most likely going to be the one to flip his shit during the sleepover. He might not allow Thetr to sleep over at my place again, or he might not let me hang out with him during group activities, or even invite him to hikes or sleepovers at all.

And I don't want that to fucking happen. I don't really know what to do, but I have to do something. My parents have known about the Caleb-thing for two years, and they're still neglecting it. Thetr has know about it for eight or more months, and he's already better than them.

My best shot is that Thetr offered his extra mattress if I wanted to run away.

I don't really know, sorry about the rant. I just don't know what to do anymore.

[sherlollyandspoilers]

We're worth it, Chapter 21, January 4th

Chapters 1 through 20 of We’re worth it can be found here - chapters 19 and 20 are not new content (posted in HBD prior) Here be Dragons is the original fic that this fic is a companion piece for - HBD timeline: between chapters 17 and 18

“I hope it’s okay that we brought him again today?” Molly motioned to Grey who was asleep in her arms.

“Of course!” June took the pillow that typically sat in her chair and slid it under Molly’s elbow. “I expect that he will be joining us on and off for the next few months.”

“Thank you.” Molly smiled down at Grey with what June could only describe as an awakened view. “I went back to work two days ago, so it’s nice to be able to bring him here...I know I had more leave, but I realized staying home was causing me to question what we had talked about last week and I knew what you said was right so I went back to work early, just as I had been planning from the beginning anyways.”

“Sounds like that was a great decision for you then.” June encouraged her. “Did you get Grey settled at Mina’s play school?”

Sherlock shook his head. “Grey is with me. We took Mina out of play school for now too – she will stay with me most of the time, but we still have Kathy in the afternoons, that’s where she is currently.”

“I know it’s only been a couple days, but how are you both feeling about that?”

Molly nodded for Sherlock to go first.

“As I mentioned last week, I missed a lot with Mina so having her home more is going to be nice. This gives me a chance to experience those things with Grey, which I appreciate…also, Molly and I agreed that I could take the kids to crime scenes if they aren’t gory.” He smiled at the last bit. “I feel good about our new arrangement.”

“I agree – I am feeling really good about it.” Molly smirked at him.

“It was also hilarious to see Lestrade freak out when I showed up at a break-in yesterday with both kids.” Sherlock smiled more to himself than at the other two, clearly enjoying a memory from the day before.

“That’s awesome!” she laughed, then taking a moment, she thought and was genuinely impressed with how last session had affected their decisions this past week. “I know last week was a lot so today, I just want to make sure that you two are staying on track with everything that we have been talking about over the last several months…being mindful of the decisions you make without consulting each other, the affirmations…all that stuff.”

Molly and Sherlock nodded in agreement.

[pleasingforharry]

What’s So Great About Me?

SUMMARY: Y/N wanted to let Harry go because she thought he needed better, but he wasn’t ready to give up on them. It’s a story of fighting each other to love each other.

WORD COUNT: 6.7k

WARNINGS: heavy drinking

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She wasn’t trying to be an asshole. She told him multiple times that they wouldn’t work. She said it to him in front of all their friends so everyone heard her rejection. But nothing she said stopped him from trying to finally break down the wall she built with steel.

The whole friend group, Harry’s band, were split in the middle. They knew why Y/N had been trying to avoid all of Harry’s feelings towards her, but they also rooted for Harry to win her back again. They all thought it was only a matter of time and patience until Y/N finally admitted why she didn’t want Harry to be with her anymore, and he could fix them.

The band was in the middle of rehearsals in the studio when Y/N entered with a cupholder of drinks. They varied from coffee to fruit smoothies. She tried to sneak in so their session could run uninterrupted, but it was like Harry felt the presence of his joy getting closer. His eyes immediately darted to the door of the studio room and a wide smile curved on his lips.

Sarah and Mitch caught the singer’s line of vision before sharing the same frown. He just didn’t get it. But they were glad he didn’t. Harry and Y/N deserved each other, and it was going to take a lot of work for the stubborn girl to realize that.

Y/N hadn’t yet realized her plan went straight down the drain as she subtly made her way over to Jeff on the couch behind the sound controls. “Hey, stranger,” He exclaimed, patting the seat next to him.

“Hello to my favorite engaged man. Long time, no see. How’ve you been?” Y/N asked as she leaned into his short hug before placing the cup holder on the ground and sitting back in the couch. 

“Wonderful,” He sighed happily.

“Good, that’s what I like to hear. I’m so excited for you both. Tomorrow is going to be simply magical,” She exclaimed. “I just came to bring the band their drinks before I ran some errands.”

“So I’m guessing you’re not gonna stay long enough for Harry to say hi?” He instantly smirked, watching the girl’s cheek tint pink as she dropped her eyes to her interlocked hands on her lap.

She shrugged, “Sarah asked if I could come by to drop their drinks off, that’s all.”

Jeff rested his hand on Y/N’s shoulder and raised a brow at her. She knew exactly what he was saying without even saying it. Y/N laughed and slapped his hand away.

Harry watched his girl chat with Jeff in mild jealously. A smile was prominent on her lips and it frustrated him that he couldn’t get that from her anymore. A guilty frown always stayed around when she was with Harry. He hated it.

“You’re gonna break the poor man’s heart,” Jeff sighed with a disappointed head shake. 

“Well, he has a million fans to piece it back together for him,” Y/N shrugged, standing up from the couch. “I still haven’t forgave you for partnering us up together at the wedding rehearsals.”

Jeff covered his mouth to laugh. “I can’t even begin to explain how hilarious your face was when you were walking down the aisle with him.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, “Ha ha, so funny, Jeffrey.” She unfortunately looked through the glass at the band at the wrong time as Harry immediately caught her eye. His brows raised as he waved at her. 

Y/N wanted to return the gesture but she thought it would be wrong to lead him on in thinking they were okay. So, she just glanced away.

“Now that’s just sad, Y/N,” Jeff chuckled, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Just wave back, it’s the least you can do.” Y/N sighed and looked back at Harry, who didn’t stop staring at her, and waved subtly. She didn’t let their eye contact hold for long as she moved to Sarah behind her drum set.

Y/N leaned down to grab her coffee and raised it. Sarah jokingly pumped her fist in the air before motioning Y/N inside the soundproof room. 

“I have to go,” Y/N mouthed with a shake of her head. Sarah gave her a bored look and curled her finger in a hither over motion. Y/N slightly panicked as the rest of the band joined in, calling their good friend inside. Harry watched intensely, smiling reassuringly.

“It would be rude to not say hi,” Jeff spoke just over a whisper, causing Y/N to glance over her shoulder at him. “Just saying.”

“You’re an ass,” She rolled her eyes, “I’ll see you at the wedding tomorrow,” Jeff smiled widely at the reminder of his future wedding and gave Y/N a thumbs up.

Y/N grabbed the cupholder and made her way inside the booth, shyly nodding her head at everyone. She placed the drinks on a random table before darting in Sarah’s direction and standing with her best friend in hopes to excuse a conversation with the one person she wanted to avoid.

“Hey, Y/N. Thanks for the drink,” Sarah exclaimed, standing up from her seat and moving around her drum set. “Are we still on for tonight?” She asked, taking a sip of her coffee.

Y/N stuffed her hands in her back pockets and nodded. Sarah smirked as her eyes wandered behind her friend. Y/N knew exactly who she was looking at, but wouldn’t dare to follow her line of vision.

“What’s tonight?” He asked, bringing his full attention to Sarah and the back of Y/N. Sarah raised her brows as she switched her eyes between the two past lovers. When Y/N didn’t show any effort to turn around and answer his question, Sarah did it for her.

“We were just going to go out for some drinks.”

“Is Mitch going?” He asked, looking over at Mitch sipping on his new coffee. He glanced up at the mention of his name but shook his head as an answer. “So, just you girls?”

Y/N huffed and finally turned to look at Harry. His eyes slightly widened as he didn’t expect her to acknowledge him at all.

“No, you can’t barge in on our girls night to bother me. Wasn’t seeing me here and at the wedding rehearsals enough?” She snapped, before glancing back at Sarah. “I’ll see you later.” 

With that, Y/N didn’t answer to everyone’s quick call of her name as she darted out the studio and into her car. 

She felt bad for the rest of the day. That was an asshole move to snap at him like that in front of everyone and she wanted to apologize but that meant actually talking to him. So, that probably wasn’t going to happen.

Sarah came by Y/N’s house to pick her up so they could head to the bar together. Y/N kept her head down as she approached Sarah’s car, knowing exactly what her face was going to say.

“So,” Sarah smirked as Y/N got in her car, “what was that back there?”

“I’m sorry, that was rude. I’ll probably apologize,” she shrugged.

“Probably?” Sarah lifted a brow. “You mean, you will? That was very rude to yell at him like that, Y/N.”

The girl groaned in her hands, and Sarah decided to not push it anymore.

“We’ll talk about that later.”

When they got to the bar, they found two stools to sit at and immediately ordered their first round of drinks. Y/N didn’t want to drink anything hard as she said she’d be the designated driver home.

Sarah brought up Jeff and Glenne’s wedding and how excited she was for tomorrow. Y/N couldn’t agree more… the only thing was being partnered with Harry during the ceremony. She knew it wouldn’t be for long, but just being near him took a lot of strength.

“The bridesmaids dresses are amazing too. We’re gonna look so hot,” Y/N laughed.

“And the venue. It almost brought a tear to my eye,” Sarah agreed. “At the rehearsal, I couldn’t stop looking around like a tourist.”

“Yeah, I had to pinch your side to bring your attention back to the actual engaged couple.”

“They were too busy playing pretend wedding to notice. I’ll do better tomorrow,” she defended herself.

The girls went silent to enjoy their round of drinks and to bob their heads to the club music. It was just what Y/N needed after a long gross day. Sarah knew her all too well . A girls night was a necessity that night.

“Harry and Mitch are going to ride with us to the wedding, I forget to tell you,” Sarah spoke just over the music and quick enough that Y/N had to take a second to process her words.

“Wait, what? You just said one big word,” she laughed.

“I just… it was Mitch’s idea for you and Harry to carpool with us to the wedding,” she shrugged, trying to make the proposal as nonchalant as possible.

Y/N frowned deeply and kept her mouth completely shut. Sarah waited for her to suddenly burst, but it never came.

The duo had moved their conversation forward, and Sarah took Y/N’s lack of response as a ‘yes’ to carpooling. Harry knew about it already and was completely in. But he wanted Sarah to let Y/N know beforehand so she wouldn’t get in the car and during the whole car ride contemplate jumping out and just walking the rest of the way.

When Sarah could tell her friend was a little loosened up, she tried to ask a burning question that everyone was curious about. Only she could get something out of her best friend. So, everyone counted on Sarah to give them a lead with where Y/N’s head was.

“Hey, be honest, but how have you really been doing, dealing with the breakup?” Sarah asked, taking small sips of her drink. Y/N smirked and bumped shoulders with her best friend.

“Great, I’m single and ready to mingle.”

Sarah scrunched her nose to cringe. “Yeah, right. You still love him, Y/N. You don’t have to hide that from me.”

“No, I don’t. I can speak for myself when I say I’ve moved on a while ago.”

“You just broke up. You were crying and locking yourself in your apartment ever since you talked to him that day,” Sarah furrowed her brows at Y/N. “He was basically the same way. I’m sure he still loves you, babe.”

Y/N shrugged, “I can’t help him with that. Send him on a blind date or something.”

Then Sarah got an idea. A pretty good fucking idea that would put her best friend that she knew very well right in her trap.

“We did.”

Y/N eyes suddenly widened, but she quickly recovered with rapid blinks and scratching her eyelids.

“Oh? How did it go?”

Sarah watched her friend’s expression closely. She was on to something.

“Actually, not bad at all. They went out to dinner then he said she brought him to her house to show him her art room,” Sarah slyly fibbed before bringing her glass to her lips to hide any evidence in her face that she was lying.

Y/N took in her words and simply nodded.

“Oh, that’s great! I’m happy for him,” she forced a painful smile. “What’s her name? What does she look like? Anything like me?” Y/N wanted to immediately smack herself for randomly bursting such pushy questions.

Sarah cocked up her brow. “Sydney, I think. She looks almost like you, but you’re obviously prettier,” she teased, wigging her fingers at her friend. Y/N laughed and shot back the rest of her drink. She needed that burn bad.

“He has some good taste. I’m rooting for them,” Y/N sighed. “Sydney and Harry. Harry and Sydney. Harney? Sydrry? Which one?” She thought out loud.

Sarah snicker under her breath and called the bartender back over for more drinks.

Y/N had zoned out into her own world while Sarah ordered. Her best friend knew exactly what she was thinking about, and she gave her some time to do that. She just waited patiently and sipped proudly on her new drink.

“I wonder if he liked her because she looked like me? Or if she reminded him of me?” Y/N hummed before biting her lip. Sarah shrugged, even though she knew those questions weren’t directed towards her.

“I’ve met her, and I want to say she’s a keeper, but Harry still has some things to figure out.”

“Like what?” Y/N shot back.

Sarah gave her a knowing look. Y/N was a little lost with what she was trying to indicate, so Sarah just said it,

“How he’s going to move on from you. Or if he even wants to.”

“But you said the date went well. And he went to her house.”

“So? They could just see each other as friends. Maybe he just needed a dinner date to refresh himself. You kinda knocked him into this weird phase,” she joked. Y/N didn’t laugh with her, though, as she stared at Sarah blankly.

“Friends? That’s it?”

Sarah shrugged, “I don’t know, Y/N. Maybe talk to him and ask.”

Y/N immediately shook her head at that idea. “Fuck no, I can’t talk to Harry about his new…”

“Friend. I think they’re just friends.”

“Doesn’t matter. Fresh exes can’t talk about that stuff to each other. It’ll only make the break up process harder.”

“Oh does it?” Sarah smirked.

“Don’t give me that look. I know what I’m talking about,” Y/N frowned, before finishing her glass in one go. “Okay, no more Harry, or Simone—“

“Sydney.”

“Yeah her, let’s just have fun,” she exclaimed, waving the bartender over again. “This round is on me.”

The pair ended up drinking more than they were supposed to. Y/N kept thinking about Sarah’s words. Harry had met someone? Who was Sydney? How does he really feel about her? The only way to get those questions out of her head was to burn her throat with more alcohol.

“We should dance. Let’s stop talking about guys, it’s a girls night,” Y/N proposed, sliding off her stool and reaching her hands out for Sarah.

“Are you sure? You hate dancing on crowded floors without Harry,” she asked with slight caution. Y/N rolled her eyes and grabbed her friend.

“I never said that. You all just assume I can’t let loose without Harry by my side. Well guess what, Miss Jones,” she smirked, “I’m ready to fucking party!”

Sarah was worried. Really worried.

Y/N was a sight that caught many eyes while she danced. Her hair went wild and her body unconsciously moved to every beat of the song. She kept Sarah in her arms at most times, because, as she recently denied but knew it was far from true, she was scared to be around all those people without Harry bringing her comfort to let loose.

A few men built up the courage and audacity to stalk over and try for a smooth conversation with Y/N. But as she met eyes with each one, they all lacked what she once had. Beautiful and honest loving green eyes.

“I’d like to buy you a drink,” a dirty blonde requested with his eyes wandering everywhere but Y/N’s face. Sarah held her shoulder from behind and got ready to speak up for her friend, but she was interrupted.

“No thanks,” Y/N replied, politely.

“Why not? It’s on me. Maybe we can get to know each other,” he tried again.

“I’ve had plenty and will be just fine keeping our relationship as purely strangers. Like I said, no thanks,” she shrugged with a pitiful smile for the poor embarrassed guy.

His nose started to flare as he took a bold step forward, hovering over both women from his height. ‘Meh, Harry was taller’, Y/N thought.

“You fucking bitch, you were just whoring yourself on the dance floor and acting like you’re better than everyone here—“

Sarah was positive Y/N could handle the situation, but she couldn’t just watch anymore. She moved to stand beside her friend and crossed her arms.

“Listen dude, she doesn’t want anything to do with you. There are a million other women, and men, here that would love to mingle with you,” she motioned around the three of them.

Y/N nodded, “I don’t think you’d really like to buy this whore a drink anyways. I have a castration kink.” Sarah snorted and bumped hips with her best friend.

The dirty blonde was stunned by both of the women in front of him. And not wanting to spare another minute with them, he rolled his eyes and walked away.

Y/N and Sarah turned to each other and laughed before embracing each other in a tight hug.

Because of that guy ruining the mood, the girls decided to find their way back to the bar to cool off. It was hot and the cold alcohol in their system didn’t really help at all.

“Im going to make a quick call, I’ll be right back,” Sarah had told Y/N, but before she could step away, her arm was grabbed.

“I’ll go with you.”

“No, stay here. I promise it’ll take two seconds,” she assured her friend.

Now Y/N was curious with who Sarah was going to call because she wasn’t welcomed to overhear the conversation. “Who is it?”

“Mitch.”

Y/N still wasn’t convinced that Mitch was a good enough excuse to walk away on her own, but she was a little too lightheaded to even make it outside without falling over. So, she just nodded and shooed Sarah off.

She turned back to the bar and crossed her arms on the table. The bartender that was secretly monitoring the girls until they both left safely had made his way over to Y/N. Her eyes were floaty as she was deep in thought. About who?

Harry.

“Hey, are you okay? Ready for some water?” He asked with a laugh. Y/N tiredly nodded and mouthed a ‘thank you’. “Don’t worry about it. Are you going home soon? Do you need me to call you and you friend an Uber?”

That’s when it hit Y/N. She groaned and hit her forehead softly because she didn’t have the strength to do it any harder.

“That Uber was supposed to be me,” she sighed, looking over her shoulder for Sarah, ready to break the news to her.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, babe.”

Y/N snorted and nodded.

“Let me know when you and your friend are ready to go. I’ll make sure an Uber is here and then just come tomorrow when you’re sober for your car,” he explained. Y/N thanked him with a sweet smile and downed the water he set in front of her.

After what had felt like forever, Sarah finally made it back with loud pants. Y/N patted the stool next to her and pushed a glass of water closer for her to drink.

“You were gone for a long time, what the hell happened?” Y/N frowned at her. “You and Mitch argued?” Sarah shook her head and glanced over her shoulder.

“Okay, don’t hate me but—“ she turned Y/N’s stool around so she could completely face her friend.

Y/N immediately started to laugh. “I love when you start sentences like that.”

“We’re a little too drunk to drive home so I called someone to pick us up,” Sarah explained, cautiously watching Y/N face.

“Okay? Mitch? Why would I hate you?” Y/N cocked a brow up. Sarah sighed and bit her lip.

Just then, the one person she didn’t want to see came up behind Sarah with a frantic look on his face. Y/N’s eyes widened at her friend, ready to pounce on her.

“Are you fucking serious, Sarah!?”

Harry.

He maneuvered past Sarah right to Y/N and held her face. “What happened? Did someone touch you? Was something put in your drink? What—“

Y/N stared at him dumbfounded and placed her hands on his chest. “Harry, calm down. Wait a second, you’re talking too fast.”

Harry stopped, taking a breath to compose himself. Sarah just watched with a slight smirk on her face.

“I’m sorry, I was fucking worried sick when Sarah asked me to take you both home,” Harry explained, letting his hands slide from Y/N’s cheeks to her shoulders.

Y/N leaned her head to the side to look over at Sarah. “What did you tell him? Nothing happened.”

“I tried to tell him that you just weren’t comfortable driving home because you drank a lot, but he wouldn’t let me finish my sentence. He just hung up and drove here,” she raised her arms in surrender before flicking the back of Harry’s head.

Y/N rolled her eyes at him. “Are you serious?”

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to make sure you guys were okay,” he sighed. “Let’s go.”

Sarah reached for Y/N’s arm and interlocked them as they followed Harry to his car. Y/N aimed for the backseat, but Harry was quick to open the passenger seat and called her name. Sarah bumped her hip and told her to sit next to him.

“You both are a pain in the ass,” she grumbled, using Harry’s shoulder as leverage to step up into his Range Rover. He placed his hand on top of hers until she was settled in her seat. He made sure to move her seat forward as she liked to be close to the dashboard.

Sarah peeked her head forward to watch them from the backseat. Y/N wasn’t complaining about his silent assistance as she had seen it as normal. He was always gentlemen like, and she knew he wouldn’t change that just because they weren’t together anymore.

“That close enough or more?” He quietly asked, glancing up at her.

“I like it here, thank you,” she nodded. He smiled and shut her door before jogging to his side of the car. Sarah reached forward to rub Y/N’s arm for her attention.

“How ya feeling?” She asked her friend.

“Tired,” Y/N shrugged as Harry situated himself in the car. He didn’t drive right away as he pulled out his phone to text Mitch that he retrieved both of the girls. “How about you?”

Sarah chuckled, “Sore from all that dancing.” Y/N joined her and nodded in agreement. Harry glanced an eye at Y/N.

“You hate dancing while drunk. Especially without me there to be on lookout,” he commented. Y/N rolled her eyes and sighed.

“Well I guess I got over that. I don’t need you around anymore,” she muttered the last part just loud enough for him to hear.

Harry looked at Sarah through the rear view mirror, and they both shared a weird expression. “Did anyone touch her?”

“Oh my god, Harry,” Y/N laughed as Harry pulled out of the bar’s parking lot. “Sarah, do not answer him.”

“You’re too stubborn to admit if something happened to you without me there,” he snarled at her, annoyed. Y/N knew he was right, but she still took offense to that.

“Oh please, you just assume I can’t live, or even breathe, without you there. Newsflash Harry, my life doesn’t revolve around you. I’m very capable of having fun and staying safe without you there,” Y/N argued back as she pointed at him. Sarah watched cautiously, switching her eyes between the past lovers.

Harry knew it wasn’t the right time to fight with her because she was drunk and Sarah was present, so he locked his jaw and kept his eyes on the road. Y/N smirked proudly as she assumed she won that argument.

“Some guys came up to her, but she was able to take care of them just fine, Harry. She was amazing back there,” Sarah finally spoke up to ease the obvious tension. She could practically see Harry internally relax as his shoulders drop.

Y/N reached over to flick the side of Harry’s head and giggled. “Impressed?” She asked while wiggling her brows at him.

“Very, but not because I’m surprised, but because I knew you had it in you all along. You didn’t need me,” he answered, monotony. He returned Y/N’s flicking gesture, but on her thigh as he didn’t want to look away from the busy road to find her temple.

She sighed, “I did, actually.”

“Do you still need me?” He boldly asked. The car got loudly quiet that Harry immediately regretted his question. He glanced at Sarah, but she only smiled sincerely.

Y/N didn’t answer, and she never did. She decided to keep her response to herself because she didn’t want to know what that meant next for the past lovers.

Harry pulled up to Sarah’s house first, and Mitch was standing at the end of their driveway. He waved at Y/N in the passenger seat while she rolled the window down.

“I’m guessing you girls had a nice night,” He laughed, opening the back door to retrieve Sarah. Y/N shrugged before looking behind her seat. 

“Night, Sarah,” She sighed. “I had fun.”

“We’ll talk more about this,” Sarah pointed at her as Mitch helped her out the car. She came to the window and looked at Harry. “Thank you again for getting us.”

He waved it off, “Of course. Night, Sarah. Night, Mitch.” Y/N blew a kiss to the both of them as they walked up to their house.

Harry waited until the couple made it safe in their house before heading to Y/N’s house. She kept her head laid against the headrest and fluttered her eyes closed. Harry consistently glanced over at her and smiled. Y/N was glad he wasn’t trying to force a conversation like she assumed he would. Just being alone with her was enough for him.

The drive wasn’t long, but for Y/N, it felt like hours. She listened to him quietly hum and tap his fingers against the wheel. The silence was getting uncomfortable as the seconds passed.

“Do you need me to help you get to your room?” Harry suddenly asked her. 

“Nope,” She immediately answered, shaking her head. He sighed and decided to try again.

“You can’t walk in a straight line, Y/N.”

She laughed, “You showing up at the bar definitely sobered me up.”

“You were too drunk to drive home. I came to make sure you both got home safely. Sorry that I care,” Harry scoffed, pulling up to Y/N’s block. “We’re here.”

Y/N finally opened her eyes and looked out at the window to see her house in view. She sighed in relief and unbuckled her seatbelt.

“Thanks,” She muttered to Harry without looking at him. 

“I’ll see you at the wedding tomorrow. Get some sleep and make sure you take something in the morning,” He told her as she got out of his car.

Y/N was about to dart towards her house, but she suddenly turned around to say something, catching Harry off guard. She huffed before finally looking at him. His eyes slightly lit up as he anticipated her words. But was definitely humbled in a split second.

“Can we not speak at the wedding? Like, at all?” She asked. “I know we are partners, but I just… I can’t think about you like I know I will if you talk to me,” she tried to explain nicely.

Harry bit his lip and gave her a hurt look. She groaned and leaned against the door as the window was rolled down.

“It’s Jeff and Glenne’s day and you want to focus solely on them. I get it,” he shrugged.

“Let me rephrase myself. Can we just not talk about us? I can’t handle that conversation and pretend to be fine at the wedding,” she proposed.

Harry smiled sincerely at her new request and nodded. He could do that. Maybe?

“Of course, Y/N.” She rolled her lips inwards and started to back away but almost tripped over her own feet. “Are you sure you don’t need any help getting inside?”

“I’m a strong independent woman, Harold. I got this,” she yelled, spinning around and attempting to walk in a straight line to her house.

Harry was contemplating to ignore Y/N’s wishes and just bring her upstairs, but he chose the latter. The more he got on her bad side, the harder it would be to win her back.

So, he stayed in his car and watched her somehow make it inside.

-

The wedding was beautiful. Y/N couldn’t help but shed a few tears as she listened to Jeff’s vows. One thing she didn’t notice was that Harry was watching her all night. He couldn’t help but awe at the bridesmaid dress she wore. Even though she was matching with the other girls, she still was the most breathtaking.

And before the doors opened for the ceremony, Harry had Y/N’s arm tangled around his. He looked down at her and smiled as she nervously chewed the inside of her mouth.

“You look great,” Harry whispered to her. Y/N was pulled out of her trance to look up at him. She smiled shortly, before looking back straight. “What’s on your mind?”

Y/N shook her head. “Nothing.”

Harry knew Y/N too well and it was obvious something else was on her mind. But now wasn’t the time to press the topic. So, he just set it in the back of his head for the time being.

“Well, don’t be a stranger, you can tell me anything.”

Y/N nodded politely, “Thanks, Harry.”

While they stood across the room from each other, lined up with the other bridesmaids and groomsmen, Harry couldn’t keep his eyes off of Y/N. He took notice every time she shifted her weight from one leg to the other. When she tilted her head up to push tears back in her eyes, he smiled. Anytime she sucked in a hard breath, he watched. 

The afterparty was fun for Y/N at first. She stayed with Sarah and their other friends. She was dancing and drinking, enjoying the rest of the night. Harry couldn’t contain the smile on his face as he watched her. She was happy, and that made him ecstatic.

Y/N’s head began to float, so she excused herself and returned to her assigned seat. A waitress brought her some simple wine to help her relax and unwind, which she gratefully accepted.

The music suddenly turned slow, encouraging couples who haven’t touched the dance floor to meet together and fall in love all over again. Y/N stayed lonely in her chair, sipping melancholy on her rich wine. She tried to watch everyone share smiles with their loved ones as they swayed to the music, but it just stung that she couldn’t feel that peace.

Sarah watched her best friend from the corner of her eye and sighed. She didn’t know what she could do in that moment to help her because they were brutally surrounded by new and old love. 

She wasn’t the only one staring at Y/N from afar. Harry stood against a hidden wall with a hard frown on his face. He wanted so bad to grab Y/N and swoop her off her feet to the dance floor. But she had to make it clear that she didn’t want him to make the night about them.

“Hey,” Harry heard while a hand slid on his shoulder. It was Sarah.

“Hey, what’s up? Mitch didn’t want to dance so you need a partner now?” He smirked as she rolled her eyes and hit his arm.

“I’m not the one who needs a dance partner,” She flickered her eyes to Harry’s original view. “I’ve seen you watching her this whole time. Go dance with her.”

Harry shook his head and rolled his lips inwards. Sarah was a little baffled that he suddenly started to give up. Harry would take any opportunity he could get to be near Y/N, so why wasn’t he taking it now?

“She needs you to keep trying, Harry. Even if she tells you to stop, you need to work harder. Please don’t give up on her,” Sarah pleaded. “She needs you so much that she thinks it’s hurting you.”

“What?” Harry finally broke his eyes from Y/N to look over at Sarah.

“She doesn’t think she’s good enough for you or your career. She’s been insecure about herself since the day you started dating,” Sarah explained. “I won’t tell you everything she’s said to me because that’s for her to one day express to you. But for now, just win her back. Please.”

She needs him so much that she thinks it’s hurting him.

It was like something clicked in Harry’s head. He excused himself from Sarah and darted straight in Y/N’s direction.

She sighed again, checking her phone to see when it was a good time to pretend she was too tired to stay any longer. Everyone around her could’ve partied for another two hours, but Y/N didn’t have it in her to smile like she was happy to be there anymore.

Her nails traced the designs on her plate as the other sipped on her wine.

“Dance with me,” Y/N had heard over her. She looked behind her to find Harry with his hand out and a hopeful smile.

She cringed slightly, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Then it’s a good thing I’m all about bad ideas.”

Y/N shook her head and hugged herself. “Really Harry, we shouldn’t. Maybe somebody else?”

Harry sighed before snagging the seat next to hers and scooting close enough that their legs slotted between each others. “I’ve seen you watching everyone dance. You want to be like them.”

“I do,” Y/N admitted, smiling at Jeff and Glenne slowly dancing, cheek to cheek. 

Harry said he’d try to not make the night about them like she asked, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted her to know that he could fix them.

“Then dance with me. Let’s be like them. Just for tonight,” Harry tried again, reaching for Y/N’s chin to lift her eyes to him. He hated seeing the permanent frown that sat on her lips when he was around. He just wanted her to smile.

“But we aren’t them. We can’t be them anymore.”

Harry grabbed Y/N’s hands and guided her out of her seat. That time, Y/N simple accepted it and followed his lead.

“So, let’s pretend.”

“Harry, I feel like I’m playing with your feelings if I do that. It’s wrong to lead you on like that,” Y/N complained, but still let him walk her to the dance floor. Harry shrugged and smiled at her.

“I want to pretend to be them with you, Y/N. Don’t overthink it.”

Y/N sighed, realizing that Harry wasn’t getting it, and he probably wouldn’t for awhile. So, in the meantime, she’d accept his offer in their game of pretend. Because just for that night, she wanted to be like everyone else slowly dancing with their love under the wide sky.

In the moment, it just felt so right.

Harry had his hands tight on Y/N’s hips as they swayed to the subtle music around them. He wanted nothing more than to kiss her right there, but he knew she was going to move her head to the side for it to land on her cheek.

“Look at me, pretty,” He whispered, making sure their chests were solid against each other. Y/N shook her head and kept her eyes on his peeking sparrow tattoos. “I’m not letting you forget what happened between us go so easily, Y/N. I’m going to make you open up to me so we can work this out.”

“I can’t,” She whispered, hugging herself against him so she could slot her head in his shoulder. “Why won’t you let me go? There are so many girls who would be lucky to have you.”

Harry chuckled, “That girl is you, Y/N.” The girl sighed and shook her head in his shoulder.

“You’re annoying,” She huffed, earning a soft laugh from Harry. “I shouldn’t be dancing with you.”

“I wouldn’t want to be here with anyone else,” Harry turned his head to kiss her temple, but kept his lips there afterwards. “I’m so fucking in love with you, Y/N. God, I can’t let you go.” Harry’s voice quivered and he tried to cover it was a cough, but Y/N knew her presence made him sad.

She tangled her fingers in his curls as he continued slow circles on her hips.

“We weren’t together for that long, Harry.”

“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” He asked, bluntly ignoring her last comment. “Everyone in here is wearing the most glittery, eye-catching outfits ever but you still outshine them effortlessly.”

Y/N mustered up the strength to pull her head back and meet eyes with the man she wanted to escape from. He smiled softly and brought his nose close enough to touch hers. Out of an inevitable habit, she wiggled their noses together to symbolize a ‘butterfly kiss’.

“Sarah said you were seeing someone. That’s nice. Sydney, was it?” Y/N asked with a sweet smile, holding his jaw to brush her thumb against his cheek. Harry immediately relaxed into her touch and hummed in satisfaction.

“She was lying, Y/N.”

“Wait, what?” She paused with furrowed brows. Harry shrugged, and reminded himself to scold Sarah about that later. “But she said you guys—“

“She probably said it so it would make you feel less guilty or whatever if you thought I was over you,” Harry answered nonchalantly, watching her expression fall like he expected. “I just want you. No matter how long you’ll make me wait for you, I’ll be right here when you’re ready.”

Y/N sighed in frustration. “I don’t want to hold you back from a relationship you deserve. Go out and find the right one, Harry. Please.”

Harry's face dropped, his hands slipping from her hips. “Am I scaring you? Or just making you uncomfortable?” Y/N panicked, realizing she may of gave off the wrong signal. She wasn’t scared of Harry, but of the hurt she could cause him.

She immediately shook her head and boldly kissed his cheek. “Never, Harry. I feel so safe around you, but that doesn’t change the fact that you need to find better.”

“That doesn’t exist for me, Y/N. Why can’t you understand that? It’s not easy to one day hear that we weren’t meant to be and that I need to move on like it’s a simple task. Y/N, you are my world. I would stop my tour and end my career if that’s what it takes to be with you,” Harry argued with her, grabbing her hands from his neck and interlocking them. He held their joined hands between each other and looked down at their matching nail polish.

Y/N rolled her lips inward as she rested her forehead against Harry’s. “I won’t let you do this to yourself. I’m not good enough and I want you to find better.”

“I won’t let you do this to yourself, either,” Harry interrupted her. “We will figure this out, one way or another, but you are not losing me so easily. I’ll follow your pace, okay?” Y/N squeezed her eyes shut as she shook her head again.

She wanted him so fucking bad, but she wasn’t enough. He didn’t see it yet because he was so focused on the present. She could see that she’d end up ruining everything. She wasn’t good for anyone and deserved to be alone. It was hard enough to let Harry go, but now he wouldn’t accept it.

“Day by day, baby. Let’s work through this,” Harry brought his lips close to hers. “Can you help me fix us? I need your help.”

“I’m not good at this.”

“That’s fine, Y/N. We can work on that, but you can’t keep pushing me away, alright?” She wanted to fight his idea because she didn’t deserve someone to fight for her. “I’m going to take care of us.”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N looked Harry in the eye, trying to express the sorrow she felt. He shook his head and smiled lightly at her.

“I’m sorry too.”

Y/N looked at him, confusedly. “For what?”

“For making you feel like you weren’t enough for me. But I’m going to do better,” he tried his best to smile but it was filled with sadness.

“Harry—“

“I love you so much, angel. We’ll get through this.”

Y/N decided to stop fighting him. She didn’t want to anymore, so she smiled. And she nodded. She was going to do better. She was going to give it a try.

“It’s me and you, Y/N.”

“Me and you.”

-

Disgusting, I hate love :/

[mountswhore]

𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 — mason mount

summary: chelsea’s massage therapist, and mason’s long term crush, had moved to a different club. but after reuniting at nationals, you realise just how much you missed him.

notes: requests are open, just ask! this is so fucking long, please read when you have time.

“I will take care of you.” + “I could never get tired of you.”

for @masterclassbaby

“she’s pretty,” mason hummed, chin in the palm of his hands and eyes gazing at you. chelsea’s newest sports massage therapist. he watched as you conversed with a few of the injured teammates, the boys on either side of him laughing at his blushed cheeks.

“mounty’s in love.” chilly sang, pushing mason gently. the three of them were laying on the turf, waiting for their trainer to arrive and being introduced to the pretty lady who would be massaging their injured limbs from now on. “go on, make a move before kai does. you know he will.”

“i’m not making any moves,” mason huffed and pushed himself to his feet, ben following suit and pulling a ball towards him with his foot, “can i appreciate her beauty without wanting to make a move?” ben rolled his eyes at his friend, eyes now focused on the ball for the first time in twenty minutes.

“so you’re just going to stare at her, like a creep.” ben stated, stopping the ball with the side of his foot and kicked it back to mason. “noted.” mason was barely focused, looking over to you every time you laughed or your voice echoed. he’d laugh with you, crinkling his nose when you did, it was sickening.

ben had kicked the ball to mason’s feet, where is stilled and hadn’t even broken his stare. he had ‘regained control of the ball’ by kicking mason’s ankles, which had definitely caught his attention and caused him to hiss in pain. “you fucker, what did you do that for?”

“i just gave you a reason to talk to her, you clown.” ben revealed sarcastically, mason limping over to you as you held a look of concern.

“everything okay, mount?” you politely asked, the slight touch on his back as well as hearing his name fall from your mouth was sending him into a frenzy. he just nodded, and followed you inside to where your new office resided. “what the hell happened? last time i looked, you were kicking a ball about with chilly.”

your voice was as silky as he’d imagined. “yeah, he’s a bit slow. so he thought kicking me in the ankles would be a wise idea.” you couldn’t help but giggle at the man’s joke, avoiding his gaze as you were sure to blush. this man was attractive, but it was your first day, you had to remain professional.

“i better get to work,” you huffed, rubbing some hand sanitiser onto your hands and pulling his socks down. “we can’t have chelsea’s best player injured a few days before the game,” you’d finally met eyes and stared at each other for a brief second, before bashful looking away.

“you think that?” mason almost sounded unsure of himself.

“of course,” you grinned and applied some pressure to the side of his ankle, “i’d say you’re one of the best.” mason hummed almost silently, resting his head back on the table. it didn’t hurt, and if anything, he’d have to thank chilly for kicking his ankles, as it got you two talking.

weeks had passed, mason visiting your office most days with random excuses.

“my legs are fine. but maybe a shoulder rub for good luck?”

“i bought you a smoothie.”

“it’s cold outside, and i told the boys my thighs were sore.”

“now i’m just bored.”

every time he’d appear, you’d just pull up a chair instead of prepping the table. he’d talk to you about the most random of things, the pair of you having an intense debate on whether or not ross and rachel were on a break. he’d quickly become your favourite visitor.

“mr. mount, to what do i owe the pleasure?” you questioned, knowing it was him just by the way he fiddled with the handle before opening the door. he grinned at the nickname, sitting in the desk chair beside you.

“i actually came to ask if you wanted to go for a drink tonight. the boys were meant to, but now it looks like i’m all alone.” mason explained, a white lie thrown into the mix. he wasn’t being left by the boys, he asked them to cancel, so he could spend some with you. “so, you fancy it?”

“sure.” you smiled, accepting his invitation before you could overthink your way into cancelling. “i’ll text you my address.” he nodded his head, resting his head on his hands as you got on with paperwork. you could see out of the corner of your eye, he was staring at you as you worked. he had no training to be getting on with, and saw a better pastime in watching you work.

when you’d finally finished work and gotten yourself dressed up, mason was even more in awe of you. you looked adorable at work, and now he’d seen you in a new light. it’s like seeing your crush outside of school, it’s weird not seeing them in uniform, but seeing a new layer of them was good. he’d picked you up and taken you to the nicest pub he could find, it was a quiet one. it was a pub you had to pay extra for to sit on the terrace with a table to yourself. but he was willing to go the distance.

“it’s weird not seeing you in your kit.” you mentioned, staring at his impeccable sense of fashion. like he’d been ripped from the front page of asos. mason chuckled loudly and sipped on his beer, after doing a brief ‘cheers’ with you. it was british tradition, after all.

“i know. i’m used to seeing you in leggings and a chelsea top.” mason observed, his cheeks blushing at the way you looked at him. he felt the butterflies begin to swarm in his stomach, like they did on the way here. “now you’re in a dress, i can see your legs.” his eyes widened at the weird statement that just fell from his lips, face burning with embarrassment. “sorry, that sounded so creepy.”

you burst into laughter, feeling anything but disturbed. in fact, you felt more comfortable with him. “don’t worry about it, you’re easy to feel comfortable with.” mason took this chance to hide his rosy cheeks by sipping on his beer. the pair of you conversed for well over an hour, your conversations from work spilling into the mix too. and soon enough you were laughing on the walk back to your home.

“that’s hilarious. i can’t believe we could’ve almost met years ago.” you exclaimed, mason proud of recalling that memory. the pair of you remembered an awful christmas concert that happened in a town near central london, and were almost inches apart unknowingly covering your ears at the screeches made by the backup singers.

you’d ended up at your door, mason standing just centimetres away from your face. you knew what he wanted, and you wanted it to. so, with the confidence given to you by the mixer you’d just downed a while ago, you closed the gap between you and engaged in a sweet kiss with him. it was well overdue, mason’s teammates would say as he told them the following day.

you’d settled in really nicely with the team, enjoying every day you spent at the training grounds. you’d only been on that one drink date with mason, always planning to reschedule another but you’d both be too busy to do so. it didn’t stop you from texting nonstop and have some late night facetime calls. you were really beginning to like each other. it was as if nothing could ruin your happiness you felt with your life at this moment.

until you’d been pulled aside and told by chelsea’s own manager that a man united massage therapist had quit, offering you the job. it would mean your whole life would shift, you’d have to move, you’d have to make friends with a team all over again, and leave mason. you couldn’t bear telling him, which you’d also been told to do. you’d have to break the news to your beloved team, who would come and cheer with you after a win, and always pester you with random requests. you were each of their’s personal assistant almost, loving your relationship with them all. and mason, you knew he’d be crushed, the girl he was so deeply falling for, being told to move to another club.

you were on edge since that very morning, not being your usual joking self with your boys as they came in for their sessions. you’d weakly smile at them and make small talk whilst tending to their stiff joints, then let them leave. all the boys carried on with their day, assuming you were just having a bad day. but mason could see through you, he could tell something was playing on your mind.

as you were putting pressure on mason’s ankle, which he’d been take off the pitch for last week, he grabbed your arm gently. sitting up, he pulled you close to him and held you how he usually did. his hands grazing your sides and his eyes almost burning holes into your own. “talk to me, pretty. what’s on your mind?”

you shook your head. “i’d go easy on the foot today, mount. i don’t want to see you benched next game.” would you even be able to see their next game? it brought you close to tears throughout the day, but being trapped in a room with mason, you were bound to cry and tell him everything.

his grip didn’t leave your arm, instead he pulled you closer to him and held you close to his chest, now standing and towering over you. you felt a sob erupt through your chest, opening the flood gates as you cried into him. he’d never seen you like this, you were always his smiling ball of sunshine. “talk to me, y/n.”

“they’re moving me.” you simply stated, hoping not to say another word and him just understand completely. but it didn’t work like that, none of the team knew. mason would be the first to know, and you had to tell the rest of the team before the day was up. as this weekend you’d be arranging accommodation in manchester whilst you looked for permanent residence, as well as meeting the team and staff you’d be working for.

“what?”

“they’re moving me to united, mase. a therapist quit over there and they asked for me, your manager signed me over a few days ago. and i’m gonna be leaving you boys.” you explained, mason’s grip on you loosening as he tried to come to terms with what you were saying. he’d had his fair share of bad news in his life, but this was the biggest blow he’d felt in a while.

“they can’t do that,” mason stuttered over his tears, a frown cast upon his face, “they can’t just expect you to pack up and leave.” you placed your hands over his cheeks, forcing him to look down at you. that’s when his tears began to fall, looking so vulnerably at each other in this time of sadness.

“they can, mason. and they have, i need to go this weekend to meet the team and look to move up there.” you admitted, your hands refused to leave his face. you were soaking up every bit of mason you could before you left. long-distance didn’t work for either of you, especially with how busy you both were. the only time you’d see each other would be if chelsea were to play united.

“i can’t lose you, y/n.” he confessed, pulling you into him and resting his head above yours. it wasn’t just losing a girl he was seeing, it was losing someone he loved. he’d fallen deeply in love with you — but telling you would just hinder your movement. he couldn’t make it any harder than it was, it would ruin you. he just had to let you go.

that afternoon, you’d thought about what you were going to say and met the boys on the pitch. the second mason saw you, it took everything in him to not cry into his hands. but he managed to stay strong. you stood weakly beside the team manager, avoiding everyone’s eyes and fiddling with your jumper sleeves.

“afternoon boys,” you greeted them, hearing a few cheers and whistles, they loved you, “i have some news. today will be my last day working with you. i’ve been transferred to united, which will take full effect this weekend. you guys have my number if you just want to talk rubbish, or have any questions for me.” it was a long while of hugging them all, laughing with them and repeating little inside jokes with them.

“what are you going to do without me, huh?” you asked reece, who just chuckled and gave you a squeeze. “i’ll miss you all, you know who i’ll be cheering on if you ever go against united.”

you’d settled in at united perfectly, but something was missing. it was always going to feel this way, nothing would ever break the bond you shared with the chelsea boys. even when they went head to head, and you’d catch mason’s eyes on the pitch, you’d have to hide your smile when they scored, and try even harder if mason was the one putting it in the back of the net. you got on well with the boys here, but you found yourself missing the boys back at chelsea, and most of all, mason.

months had passed since your move to manchester, and you were heading out of your office on a particular tiring friday afternoon, walking past united’s manager, who always seemed to be on his way to something.

“ah, y/n, just who i needed to see.” he commented, stopping you as you were headed out to find a late rashford for his session. “keep an eye on your emails tonight, please. you’ve been included in an international offer.” you nodded, not hearing anything past the word ‘email’. and when you’d gotten home that evening, waiting for your takeaway to arrive, you mindlessly scrolled your emails.

something about the upcoming world cup, saying you’d been selected as the teams massage therapist. it burned your eyes as you danced around your tiny living room; so happy to have a chance at seeing any of the chelsea boys again. you’d thought that after all these months of just seeing mason’s face in his instagram posts, he’d have forgotten about you and moved on. but it was the furthest from the truth.

mason watched over your socials for months, seeing your various pictures with the likes of rashford, shaw, and lingard. he made sure you had friends and was having a good time up north. but every night he’d go to bed, yearning for you and the time you both spent together. missing your first kiss, missing hearing the sound of your laugh in real life, not just through another footballers videos. he missed spending hours on the phone. and although he had a chance to reconnect with you, it would be too much for the both of you to handle. he’d miss you so much more, knowing you were simply unobtainable.

after signing all of the correct documents to show you could in fact work for the national team, you were on your way to the training grounds and coping with living in the camp alongside the boys and other members of staff. it was better than your tiny manchester apartment, that was for sure. you weren’t really needed outside for training, so you set up your office and began on your paperwork. time passed a lot quicker here than it did when you worked at united, it was nearing your lunch break already. a knock was placed at your door, bringing your out of your work daze.

“hello, stranger.” you heard from behind you, heart overjoyed that it was actually him. it was your mason. you turned round to greet him, standing up and immediately pulling him into a hug. it felt familiar, the only bit of familiarity you had in this place. “god, i missed you.” he even smelt the same, as creepy as it was to say.

“i knew you’d be called up,” you admitted to him, looking up at his red face. it was just like the first time, he was so nervous to talk to you, “you’re still my best player.” his hands found your cheeks, taking advantage of the affection not feeling awkward. it was as if you never left.

“you don’t understand how much i’ve missed you all these months, y/n,” he whispered, face centimetres away from yours. “how much i’ve wanted to kiss you again.” you wanted it too, you finally felt like you found your missing piece. but you had to remain professional, this was national level now, not just club level.

“trust me,” you whispered back at him, holding your hands above his own, “i’ve wanted to kiss this pretty face, too. but we have to be professional.” he nodded, understanding that if they were caught, you’d be the one facing repercussions, not him. so he respected your choice and stood back.

“what about when the day’s over, and we go back to the camp,” he suggested, a hand on your shoulder to stop you from turning around, “what would you say to me then?” you just shrugged, sitting back down in your chair and continuing your work. the remainder of your day was quiet, just talking about a few people tomorrow that have stiff joints that need loosening. you’d made your way back to camp, opening your door and sighing as you took your shoes off.

what room are you in? mason texted, waiting outside his door.

you’re eager, i just finished work. but i’m on the floor above you, room 39. you texted him back, speedily changing your attire for something more comfortable and freshening up. mason would be up here within seconds. and whilst there were no rules stating that the squad shouldn’t be in staff members rooms, it felt wrong.

“you’re gonna have to leave when nobody can see you.” you sighed, opening your door to an eager mason. he wormed past you and sat on your bed, semi annoyed that your bed was comfortable than his.

“so not only do you get a room to yourself, you get a bed that doesn’t feel like a plank of wood.” mason stated, clearly getting comfortable on your bed. “i just might have to stay here.” you rolled your eyes and sat beside him, resting your head on the pillow. “you tired?”

instead of saying anything, you nodded and inched closer to him. his right hand was drawing delicate patterns on your exposed arm, whilst the other was wrapped around you. this was the moment he wanted with you, even when you were working at chelsea. but it’s happening now and that’s all he cared about. holding the girl he still deeply loved in his arms.

“i’ll go down to dinner soon,” he mentioned, even if you could hear him or not, “maybe i’ll bring you something up.” a small kiss was placed on your temple, mason snuggling into you a bit more.

the next day, you knew you had some sessions. so you were up early, a text from mason on your phone.

i left late last night, i fell asleep once i came back from dinner. i hope you had a good night.

you blushed at his text, getting yourself prepared for the day. the boys had a match coming up soon and you wanted to be on top of your game, making sure they were all stretched and ready. you sat in your office, prepping your table and your paper work for the first person to enter.

you’d worked with grealish, bellingham, and lingard today. and they only had a few more hours training until they were done for the day. you sighed in your seat and rested your head against your desk, arms and hands sore. your handle was violently shoved down, your door opening in the process. startled, you watched declan carry his best mate in.

“he rolled his ankle taking a kick,” declan explained, helping his friend onto the table. you quickly sanitised your hands and pulled his sock down to observe his ankle. “will he be okay for the game in a few days?”

“yes, dec. he’ll be out in no time.” you reassured his friend, mason smiling through the sharp pain shooting through his ankle. declan had left shortly afterwards, leaving you to giggle at mason.

“what you giggling at, hm?” mason questioned, a finger tickling your side. you squirmed and brushed a hand over his head, his features relaxing under your touch.

“it’s always the ankles, hm?” you retorted, mason rolling his eyes before letting out a laugh of his own. “let’s get you back on your feet in time for this game.” you had taken his boot and sock off, applying gentle pressure to the sides of his ankle and seeing how badly he reacted to the pain.

after the next few days of training, it was finally time for the match. you stood nervously on the side of the pitch, watching the ball being passed around. you watched as it had gone to mason, someone from the opposing team sliding into mason, and knocking his ankles together. he fell and began to yell in pain, the medics rushing over to him and assessing the pain. after realising it was not too serious, but he still had to be taken off, they’d given the job to you.

mason sat on one of the chairs beside you, head leaned back as you pulled his socks down. he winced as your small, cold fingers had pressed different parts of his ankle, but it didn’t feel bad. in fact, it was quite relieving. “it really is always the ankles,” mason finally agreed, making you chuckle and sit on the floor opposite him, “god, it fucking hurts.”

“i will take care of you,” you mentioned, your hand sliding into his. he smiled at the contact, his free hands gently tickling your side. this small amount of public affection felt scary, but good. you knew someone would pick up on it, but you didn’t care in the slightest. you had been away from mason for far too long. months and months apart, yearning for each other every second you were awake.

when the match was over, england scoring a whopping 4-0, mason was by your side for the rest of the evening. even getting onto the coach to go home, he sat beside you the whole way; his hand in yours and his head gently resting against your shoulders. when heading back to camp, knowing you had a day’s break before the boys were back on for training again in time for the next match, mason followed you to your room. you didn’t mind, neither did anybody else really.

you’d gotten into bed beside him that night, eyes heavy from the amount of work you’d both put in today, and the buzzed feeling from declaring victory had awoken something in him. he had the urge to kiss you, like he has every moment he’s spent with you recently, but more than that. he wanted to tell you he loved you, but decided to keep quiet. he wanted to save it for another day, maybe someday more special, when you weren’t trying to catch up on sleep between games.

“are you tired of me?” mason asked, releasing his voice into the darkness. he had no idea whether you were awake or asleep, as half an hour had passed of you both enjoying each other’s presence. you were wide awake, although your eyes told a different story.

“i’m tired in general,” you admitted, rolling over to face him, barely catching his pearly whites in the dark, “but i could never get tired of you.” mason’s heart was beating through his chest, reaching out for your hand to place onto it. it was a special moment — feeling his heart rapidly paced from your words, you’d barely noticed mason’s arm around you as he pulled you into him.

“good, because i’m not letting you go again,” he spoke quietly, your hand now replaced with your head, feeling his pulses on your cheekbone. you smiled for the millionth time that day, happy you had your mason back.

[xlbrh]

Genshin Impact - Small things they do to show their love

notes : so i’ve been trying to think of an idea for a long story to write for one of the characters, but i’ve been having a little bit of trouble :( if anyone has any suggestions i’d love to hear them! hopefully i’ll be able to come out with an introduction or something soon 

in the meantime i wrote this up, so i hope that you guys enjoy!

Genshin Masterlist

warnings : none

format : bulleted, headcanons. fluff

pairings : diluc, kaeya, childe, zhongli, xiao, albedo, aether x gn! reader

word count : 1426

everything under the cut-

Diluc:

during your nightly walks around mondstadt, he notices how chills can rack your body, especially when the wind blows

he’ll remove his jacket and drape it around your form, no matter how much you may protest

sometimes his arms will circle around your waist, drawing you towards him in an effort toto keep you warm until you get home

if you’ve been out adventuring close to the dawn winery, he’d invite you to the manor to share a meal or drink, whichever you’d like

whatever you desire, he’ll see to it that you receive it – most of the time he wouldn’t even ask you due to how well he can read you and your actions

when you try to refuse his offers, he’ll tell you ‘just let me look after you, my love’  

when you come to visit him in the angel’s share, he always has a seat ready just for you

he’ll keep a blanket and some books under the bar, since he knows how you like to curl up in the corner, engrossed in your reading

if you’d like he’ll come and sit with you for a short while, bringing a drink of your choice over while you tell each other about your day

Kaeya:

kaeya is the kind of man to call you every pet name under the sun

whether it be sweetheart, darling, love etc. he loves to use these types of names for you frequently, as a form of affection

he loves your reactions to them, especially when your cheeks flare up and you turn away out of shyness – he finds it extremely endearing

he would offer to train you in swordsmanship, regardless of whether you can already wield a sword or not

he likes to not only see your strength grow, but also offer you a way to protect yourself since he cannot be with you at all times

kaeya takes pride in the training sessions you have, after all they give him another reason to spend even more time with you

he loves for you guys to have matching things, no matter how small they may be 

for example, he’ll buy you a bracelet to wear, one that matches with one on his own wrist as well

jokingly he once bought you an eyepatch to match his, but he finds it sweet but hilarious when you’ll wear it around him sometimes

Childe:

since this man is a literal walking wallet, he has no problem with spoiling you with gifts

whether that be a necklace you’ve had your eye on, a new shirt because you ripped yours in battle, or a book he knows is the next in the series you enjoy

when asking him why he leaves you so many small gifts, his response is just ‘well, because i love you, of course!’

if you ever get hurt during a battle, he’ll be the first to help you

whether that be taking down the enemies if you haven’t already, or tending to the wounds you’ve received

he’d work with utmost caution, wrapping each wound gently and finishing them off with a kiss on top

when strolling the streets of liyue together, childe ensures that your body is connected to his one way or another at all times

whether that be intertwining your hands together, an arm loosely wrapped around your waist, or stopping to give you a brief peck on the forehead

he has no qualms in showing the public that you’re his – something he makes you well aware of

Zhongli:

he knows you love when he tells you stories of his past and the history of liyue, and he enjoys telling you about them

he finds the childlike wonder in your eyes adorable as he tells you tales of adepti and archons alike

zhongli will try his best to make them as entertaining as possible for you – drawing you in with every word he uttered

he likes to play with your hair, and for you to do the same to him

if you have longer hair you can guarantee he’d be braiding and styling your hair in all different ways, adorning it with hairpins he’d purchase for you

if your hair is on the shorter side then he’d love to run his fingers through, stroking your hair and massaging your scalp until you fall asleep with your head against his chest

if there is anything in particular that you take a big interest in, zhongli will try his best to research around it – even though he probably has the knowledge anyways

he wants to be able to talk to you about things you’re interested in, as well as share in the enjoyment that you get from it

he would leave small notes to you when he can’t always be around you, sometimes with small facts he learned of

Xiao:

he would for sure watch over you if you ever go on a long adventure, no matter what other duties he may have to attend to

expect to see a good few hilichurl and treasure hoarder camps abandoned thanks to his interference

‘anything to ensure your safety’, he thinks

some nights, when his duties have been fulfilled early, he’ll try his hand at preparing a meal for you to share

of course nothing especially fancy! After all he doesn’t have to eat himself – its all for your enjoyment

if he struggles he’d probably reach out to verr goldet some help

just imagine him setting a small picnic up on the wangshu inn rooftop iM WEAK

once xiao finally becomes accustomed to physical contact, he’d make an effort to hold your hand a lot more often

lightly squeezing it or tracing shapes with his thumb every now and again

if you’re lucky he way even take his gloves off – just to feel that warmth from his hand can be very comforting indeed

Albedo:

you’re literally the only person he will listen to when he is engrossed in his experiments

as we know he tends to block out the rest of the world when he is deep in though

but as soon as he hears your voice of concern asking if he’ll take a break to eat, you wanna bet he’ll be leaving his office in an instant to join you for lunch

he does the exact same for you when you’re hard at work, so he appreciates the way you always look after him

when out looking for more specimens to analyse, he stumbles across his fair share of flowers

of course he knows which are your favourites – he knows everything about you, after all – so he’ll be sure to pick some to bring home to you

when giving them to you, he mentions ‘well, they reminded me of you, so i thought you’d like them’

if you ever get ill for some reason, albedo becomes your personal doctor

he’ll spend hours preparing serums and medicines for you to alleviate your pain – but will never let you out of his sight while doing so

he’ll ask noelle if she can fix up some food for you in the meantime, since at every free opportunity he’s sat at your bedside, hand in yours as he whispers words of comfort to you

Aether:

aether is always ready to make you something to eat whenever you’d like!

he for sure has a small section of his brain dedicated to learning of recipes that he knows you enjoy, no matter how simple or complicated they may be

will make sure that you always have some lunch ready to take with you wherever you go, even if it means he had to wake up early and travel halfway across teyvat to bring it to you

he will bring you back numerous treasures from his travels

sometimes he’ll ask the locals in whichever area he’s in if they can craft the raw materials into something that you can treasure

there would be a shelf in your room specifically for aether’s gifts, where he’ll occasionally point to each one and tell you the story of how it made it’s way back to you

he makes sure to let you know how grateful he is to have you by his side

every time you do something for him, no matter how small it may be, he’ll thank you and let you know how much you mean to him

when on his travels he makes sure to write letters and send them home to you – just because he’s far away doesn’t mean he’s not still thinking about you

[wizkiddx]

hiiiii i love your stuff - could u do one where the readers ill but they have stuff to do and tom has to look after her. maybe if they were just friends before too but both pining? thankuuuuuuuuu

should I be writing this instead of revising? clearly fucking not. Did I make this little blurb req ridiculously long purely to procrastinate? Of fucking course.

but also this was v cute! I assumed u meant famous!reader, sorry if that's not what u were after at all anon x

summary: Tom Holland turns into the readers knight in shining armour when they get ill during promo

warnings: fainting / feeling ill

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It couldn’t be today. Of all days, why today? You’d been at home for two weeks doing absolutely nothing, before this trip. And yet it’s when your itinerary is packed to the brim, people moving heaven and earth just speak to you. Two weeks of unrelenting press for Marvels next big ensemble movie. 

Your manager was speaking to you, reeling off a run down of todays activities but instead of listening you nodded along blankly - head rather cloudy with this heavy mist that was not shaking off, no matter how hard you tried. 

“You got that Y/n/n?” Lucy pointedly spoke, eyes almost physically knocking you backwards as if her eyeliner was battery rams. Fumbling with your thoughts, your answer wasn’t particularly cohesive earning you just a disappointed head shake. 

“I um… yeh I think. Who-who did you say I was paired up with?” 

“Y/n please for the love of god. Tom, like I said the past fifty times.” And to be fair to Lucy she wasn’t wrong. It was the first major major promo tour for the both of you and after just two days so far - you were both exhausted. She was more than allowed to be a bit short tempered. 

“But we-we hardly know each other? The chemistry won’t be there and-“

“As I said, I tried to re-jig it but Kevin is of the mind that acting is your job.” Her tone was sharp but as she glared across the opposing seats, in the little mini van Marvel had hired for you as transportation, her eyes softened. Lucy had been so wrapped up in her own stress she may have overlooked quite how gingerly you were sitting. By the time she had arrived at the hotel, your stylist had already managed to half save your ghoulish looking face, with sunken under eyes and tired skin, so it wasn’t so blatantly obvious how crap you were feeling.  “Is everything okay with you?” 

It felt pretty puny to say that the jet lag from flying to Tokyo had been weighing you down further than you wanted, or that the local cuisine top chefs had kindly prepared for you last night wasn’t siting well in your stomach. To be honest, even you thought it was just your body being a bit overdramatic. So in response, you put on your best happy-go-lucky face feigning a smile.

“No no I’m fine, just want to give the best interviews I can and you know…. I’m awkward as hell as it is, then pair me with the most talented actor that I share about two minutes of screen time with…it’ll be interesting.” 

The way Lucy reacted with a weird slow nod, eyebrows furrowed, meant it was quite apparent you had perhaps overplayed that one. Had you not been so over the day before it even began, you would’ve tried again to give a more believable act. But as you were, you turned your attention back out to the bustling streets of Tokyo and the high rise buildings bordering each pavement. 

You didnt have a problem with Tom, far from it in fact. Tom was hilarious and the times you had met him, you’d both built up this weird and sarcastic competitiveness with each other. It was a game of who could get the last laugh, each of you pushing each other with the Mickey taking just a little further. Of course, not in a malicious way, just the way you’d both lived pretty similar but parallel careers - when everyone drew comparisons between the both of you, it was nice to make it a joke. 

Like Tom you’d also started out on stage, had a ‘big break’ movie as a kid and then spent your teenage years on and off film sets - till marvel happened. Then everything blew up to epic proportions, changing your life forever. Actually, it was so similar to Tom’s story, plus the fact you were also from the south west of the UK. It was bizarre your paths hadn’t crossed more - He probably could’ve been a useful ally in the the whole ‘becoming famous’ thing. 

And yet, you could probably count on two hands the amount of conversations you’d had with him. 

Now that, that was the issue. Right from the beginning you learn what the press want and when you are publicising a movie you cater into it too. They’d all be asking for the insider scoop on set; what pranks you’d pulled on each other; what was the most annoying thing about each other. Which is hard if you’d only had 5 or 6 days actually on set together. 

By the time the cab had wormed its way through the Tokyo traffic and you arrived at the PR hotel, it was already 9:30 - making you 15 minutes late (blame it on the traffic). Instantly then you were ushered straight to the interview room for the evening, no chance of green room chat or grabbing a drink before. The place was stuffy, everything was draped with black curtains except the poster board that Tom was already sitting infront of. 

He’d scrubbed up well, no doubt about it. He was wearing statement-ish burgundy suit trousers, teamed with a black knitted but collared shirt thing - that was clearly tailor made for the man. As soon as he noticed you scurry into the room, his face broke out into a warm smile, jumping up to greet you in a friendly hug. It was brief, and as you pulled back you accidentally bumped your head on one of the overhanging lights. No doubt someone had spent a ridiculous amount of time configuring them so they were positioned perfectly, which you had just ruined with your big head. 

“Oh shit!” Tom just laughed in response, shaking his head slightly as he lead you the two steps across to your pre-positioned seats. 

“Making an entrance as always I see!”

“Yeh, you know me, a bit of chaos just to keep everyone on their toes.”

“Oh is that why you’re ‘fashionably late’” With a playful wiggle of his eyebrows, you just rolled your eyes, fidgeting on the chair to find a position that didnt aggravate  your stomach so much.

“I’m ready now though! What did I miss? Just having to pretend to be your friend for 15 minutes?” You stressed the words as though the thought of conversation with Tom was the absolute worst thing in the world - which you definetly didnt think. Scowling like you’d insulted his dog Tessa, it was almost visible how the cogs were turning in his head looking for a comeback. Unfortunately for him though, he was quickly shut up but the organiser bringing the first interviewer in . 

For what would, no doubt, be a long day. 

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Everything had started off so well, the banter was flowing between you and Tom, no major spoilers revealed that meant Marvel would have to make the journalist disappear. It was once you hit an hour of back-to-back interviews that everything started to crack bit. Because yes, it had only been an hour but that was enough to exhaust you on this particular day. When Tom joked around you got slower and slower, similarly the  energy was zapped from your own answers. It’s not very compelling when someone says ‘you have to watch this movie’ in a monotonous voice with sullen eyes. 

As the interviewers were swapping in and out, Tom actually lightly nudged your shoulder.

“Everything alright? We’re trying to sell tickets and you’ve got a face like thunder.”

“Oh no-no sorry I just, I-um.”

“You want some water?” Now looking at your with more concerned eyes, as if he was just nervous he’d actually offended you for calling you a boring bastard. And you would’ve picked up on it and alleviated his concerns, if it weren’t for the fact your eyes were glued on the water bottle he was holding out to you. You were thirsty. You knew that, that wasn’t the conundrum. What you weren’t so sure about was whether your stomach would accept it, or more violently reject it. In a very non ‘we’re-trying-to-sell-a-movie’ style. 

But the lightheaded fogginess in your brain won out, as you nodded jerkily, taking the bottle and taking a little swig - too cautious to take anymore. 

Now concerned with how Tom thought you were being a Debby-downer too, you managed to perk yourself up for the next four interviews. They were easy, asking questions without any activity and though you did rely on Tom beefing out and adding to your answers, it was okay. Then the next interviewer came in, who you recognised as being from the BBC, Ali Plumb, that had interviewed you a number of times. From the way Tom jumped up to give him afirendly bro-hug, you guessed he also was familiar with him. As soon as he took a seat the cameras were already flashing with the red light, demonstrating his 7 minutes had already started. 

“Guys! It’s been a while.” 

“How are you Ali?” You started it off with the pleasantries, Tom echoing, before the speccy dirty-blonde asked his first question. 

“So the last time I spoke to you guys the universe was in chaos, Peter Parkers on the run and Aurora Blake was trying to strip her own powers, so I guess my first question is how are you both doing? We can use this as a therapy session if you guys need.” His very typical nerdy joke made Tom laugh, nodding as he leaned forward and repositioned a bit. 

You didn’t share the same humour though, more focused on this invisible blanket of stuffiness that seemed to have been thrown on top of you. It made you feel groggy, incredibly hot and so unbelievable nauseous. The lights weren’t helping either, it felt like you were pouring with sweat from your forehead. You thought Tom was answering Ali, even if you couldn’t really hear  - everything had merged into a deafening roar. Adrenaline coursed through your veins, unconsciously making you fumble yourself to standing, desperate to get somewhere with fresh air. The last thing you saw before your vision tunnelled into darkness was Tom, reaching out to try and catch you. 

Because next thing you knew, you were on the floor, wires from all the cameras and lights digging into your back as you looked up to see Tom on one side and Lucy on the other - both wearing a similarly panicked expression. You knew you hadn’t been out long, seconds if that, going by the fact everyone else was in the ‘oh my god’ phase of panic. It was a bit weird how calm you where, but then again all your life you’d been the ‘class fainter’. Waking up on the floor was something you were long since used to. 

“Y/n? You awake?” Rather stating the obvious Tom asked the question as you bent your head up - allowing you sight of all the concerned facing oggling you. With a defeated sigh, you flopped your head back. 

“If this is a dream then it’s a real bloody nightmare.” This time Tom didnt seem to appreciate your joke, looking at you without almost dumbfounded eyes, as you blinked repetitively and groaned. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Lucy appeared to want to lecture you, which to be honest wasn’t the most time appropriate. You were still on the floor, legs crumpled up under you, so ignored her. Instead you pulled yourself up into a sitting position, taking a moment to blink away the blotchy haze that threatened to takeover your vision once again, whilst the pair above you both cautiously rested their palms on each of your shoulders -trying to be useful. The room still felt cramped and stifling, as everyone around were no doubt looking at you. 

It took a few minutes but your body seemed to get over itself, sitting up normally and trying to make small talk with Ali - who, by the way, was still sat awkwardly in the chair. Still nestled on the floor, your back up against the chair you had been siting on as you raved with Ali of the Harry Potter theatre show. In a natural lull in conversation, Tom perked up - from the door where he’d been muttering with the organiser as Lucy bit her nails nervously. 

“Y/n you need to go home.” 

All of you knew what Tom said was impossible. Not being egotistical, but you were too important. Although you hadn’t been paying masses of attention for Lucy’s run down of your itinerary - you knew it was packed. 

So you just looked up and rolled your eyes at Tom, earning yourself a strong glare, before locking the organiser in eye contact.

“How many have we got till lunch?” 

“Um this gent here” He gesturned toward Ali, who was almost squirming in his seat now “then two more.”  

“And then lunch?” 

“Yes, then you have a personal appearance at a dinner, so transport will be coming to pick you both up.” This poor guy seemed obsessed with the clock and his timetable, looking at your with a mixture of panic and frustration. You should know this stuff, you should’ve listened to Lucy. 

“How fars the drive?” 

“At this time probably an hour and a half.” 

The plan was clear in your head, you’d sort yourself out in the car and be fully fine by the afternoon and evening engagements. Plus you felt almost fine now. So with a sigh, you hauled yourself up onto the chair, patting for Tom to sit back down. 

“It’s half an hour and then I’ll sort myself out at lunch - come on their waiting.” The way Lucy pouted showed she disagreed somewhat, except a stern look kept her from protesting, as Tom walked toward you. 

“Are you sure you don’t loo-“

“Let me stop you before you insult my appearance.” Snickering slightly at his worried face, you laughed it off , knocking his side with a gentle murmur of ‘don’t worry about me’. 

In fact after that little episode you did feel a little recovered, which meant you were properly noticing the change in the boy sat next to you. Throughout the remaining three interviews he’d done a complete 360 from earlier. Rather than trying to get little digs at you, he had become fiercely protective - jumping in if a questions wasn’t particularly appropriate or relevant to the movie ( meaning when an awfully crap man asked what underwear you’d been able to wear in your suit) ; taking the heat of the conversation as well as just watching you like a hawk. Each time you answered his beady brown eyes were watching you from the side, you got the impression it wasn’t only just because of the risk of spoilers. 

Quite remarkably, you survived the rest of the day pretty well, after a power nap in the car on the way over - even if it was a bit difficult when you had your manager watching you like a hawk from the seat across. It was as if Lucy had never seen anyone ill before, she seemed concerned that you were going to spontaneously stop breathing and die at any point. 

Though by the time all the official business at the dinner was done, your body and willpower had reached the end of their tether. You and Tom were both on a round table, surrounded by 6 CEOs and execs of what seemed to be a multimillion pound business enterprise. With the language barrier meaning you had to speak through the two people on the table who were fluent in both japanese and English, the conversation was already pretty jilted. Though to be fair, the six did seem to be enjoying the evening - something you werent able to reciprocate. Thankfully, five minutes after the main course dishes had been collected, Tom spoke up from his position opposite you.

“This has been lovely and we really appreciate your time and generosity but me and Y/n have a really early start tomorrow so I think we should probably get back to the hotel.” You swore in that moment you could’ve kissed him, and it looked like Tom could tell - by the way your shoulders sagged and you let out an exhale of pure relief. Apparently even if you’d managed to convince the hosts you were enjoying the evening, Tom easily saw through the performance. After some hurried goodbyes, Tom led you out of the hall with his hand hovering over your lowerback, trying to make sure your exit was as discreet as possible. 

Away from the bubble of chatter and activity, in the deserted hallway, Tom stopped you - lightly holding both hands on each of your arms. 

“Wheres your team?” 

“Um Luce is back at the hotel, she was trying to see if she could reschedule any of my stuff tomorrow.” You winced at the way he sighed, realising you were all on your own in some random business event hall in Tokyo.

“Harry -my brother- is waiting in the car at the front - is that okay?”

“No Tom, don’t worry abo-“

“Yeh well I am and I think you feel ten times worse than you’re letting on.” He spoke harshly, like a school teacher telling you off - except the hint of a kind smile at the end was a dead giveaway. 

“You sure?” 

With a relieved nod (Tom had thought you might be a bit more stubborn - you obviously were really really ill) he wordlessly shrugged his suit jacket off, wrapping it round your shoulders. He muttered something about not wanting you to catch a chill but to be quite honest you were a bit distracted by the woody cedar smell of Toms aftershave that enveloped your senses. Maybe it wasn’t so bad being fussed on by him? To be fair he wasn’t wrong either, you were in a strapless evening dress - you would’ve preferred to be in joggers, but Marvels press team had other ideas. 

After a quick pit stop at the toilets, the two of you managed to make an unnoticed escape out the building - into a big SUV which had seconds prior pulled up onto the steps. You literally melted into the nearest window seat, body hunching over as you probably crumpled Tom’s jacket beyond belief. 2 seats along from you, a frizzy haired boy gave you a sympathetic smile, which you returned weakly whilst muttering a ‘hi’. Meanwhile, Tom pulled the sliding door shut, sitting across from you. 

“Oh Y/n this is Harry and Harry this is Y/n.” In unison both of you replied with an ‘I know’ eye roll. Your response was somewhat more shocking to both Holland boys, you could tell from the way they had this whole nonverbal conversation with their eyes - they were very clearly brothers. Needing to explain you continued. “I like to keep tabs on my castmates, I’ve seen you on Toms instagram.” That had both boys smirking, Harry presumably just because you knew who he was; Tom more smugly, you’d just given away you slightly stalked him on instagram. 

Silence reigned for a moment, as the driver put his foot down slightly. 

“How you doing?” Tom asked. 

“Mhm…” you thought for a second, how to eloquently describe the sensation. 

“shit.” 

Both boys chuckled a little and even though you had closed your eyes in an attempt to dull the throbbing behind your temples, you could feel the eyes on you. 

“You want the music off?” Harry asked, referring to the indie-rock coming quietly out the speakers of his laptop, which was resting on his lap. With a shake of your head you refused, even if really silence probably would help your head, you were already causing the two Hollands enough trouble - no need to bore them during the journey back into central Tokyo, especially when you weren’t the most enthusiastic company ever. 

Thankfully the music stayed on a low volume, whilst the car seemed to settle into a comfortable silence. With a long exhale you fluttered your eyes open, seeing Tom focused on his phone, before you rested the side of your head against the black-out glass. Taking some relief from the cool glass, you huddled further into the corner of the car against the door.

Floating in the space between sleep and wakefulness, you were kind of aware of your head occasionally bobbing and jerking about - but really didn’t have the energy or willpower to do anything about it. Instead, the thing that perked your attention was hearing some supposed-whispering from inside the body of the car.

“I know she said she didn’t care but she was clearly lying-“ 

“Like you know! You’ve been desperate to try and spend some time with Y/n- maybe you poisoned her just so you could be all knight-in-shini-“

“Turn. The. Music. Off.” Tom sounded scathing now, and with a grumble from your other-side the cheery drum beats ceased.

“Happy now?” …and Harry was sarcastic. 

“Swap places with me.”

“What?”

“Just do it.”

“Why?”

“So she can lie down.” 

“Well no because you would still be in the way if we swapped.”

“Yeh but she can lie on my lap idiot.”

“She can lie on me.”

“She doesn’t know you!”

“Well for 1, barely ten minutes ago she said she did know me. And 2, she doesn’t know you any better!”

If this was their version of whispering, you would love to hear what volume ‘shouting’ was. There was no reply for a short while, you imagined the two brunettes locked in some intense staring match.The next time Tom spoke he sounded more defeated - almost begging. 

“If I admit you beat me at the driving range the other day will you-” 

“I KNEW IT!” Harry yelped, the volume making you jerk, eyes flying open before reflexively closing because the light was too bright. There was a little mutter of an apology, then silence again. 

Once agin you must’ve drifted off because it felt like absolutely no time had passed when a firm but gently hand on your shoulder nudged you awake. 

Sure enough the boys had swapped position, Tom now sitting along the seat from you, Harry looked a little sulky from across the way. It was Tom who was reaching over, a gentle and peaceful smile on his face.

“You wanna lie down? Don’t want you to strain your neck.” He wasn’t wrong, adding to the throbbing headache, the cloudiness in your brain and the unsettled feeling in your stomach… now your neck hurt. Just bloody great. 

Had you been your normal witty and perceptive self, you might’ve teased Tom as to why him and his brother had done a switch - but everything hurt and all you wanted to do was sleep for a hundered years. So with squinting eyes you jerkily nodded, missing how Tom chuckled to himself. The guy undid your seatbelt, then sat back to let you balance the back of your head on his thigh, looking up at the roof of the SUV. Already your eyes were closed again, you kicked off your slip-on heels and bent your legs up to lean against the backrest - occupying the position you had been sat in before hand. You felt his hands reposition the jacket, pulling it round so it was now like a blanket tucked under your chin. 

To be fair it was much more comfortable than sitting up and you weren’t even aware of how quickly you dropped back into sleep. 

Though it wasn’t quick enough to miss Harry’s very sulky sounding comment, presumably meant only for Tom’s ears. 

“Still think you’re being fucking creepy bro.” 

<33 lemme know what u think! (would make me feel less guilty for not doing all the work I rlly should be doing aha)

tagging : @hallecarey1 @crossyourpeter @hollandfanficlove

[pippytmi]

Howdy! For the little au trope prompt ask. 2, 2, 39. Supercorp please. Thank you! (Hope it helps your writer's block!)

Everyone knows that when the Quidditch season starts, rivalries begin.

As a general rule, Lena doesn’t mind the Gryffindors. If she had to pick a house she hated, the Slytherins would be the unfortunate lot; Veronica Sinclair and Andrea Rojas alone give the group a bad name. (That could be Lena’s own personal bias, given the fact that both girls have broken her heart, but she maintains it goes far deeper than that). But the point stands—Lena isn’t a hateful person. Generally.

There is just something about Kara Danvers that brings it out of her. The one and only Gryffindor that Lena despises is that moronic, reckless Chaser who scores nearly every single goal she takes. The Ravenclaw team is nothing to sneeze at either, but Lena hates that of all people to throw her off her game, it is a girl who blew up her broom when attempting to fly on it during her first year. Seven years that she has known Kara, and still Lena is annoyed at the mere sight of those perpetually-askew glasses, those untucked robes, that undone tie; Kara Danvers is never expected to be poised and perfect, even with all the expectations on her shoulders. She’s just so...blasé. People talk about Kara like she is destined to join a Quidditch team straight out of Hogwarts and all Kara does is stroll into the Great Hall on game day with her head in the clouds.

So far up the clouds that she apparently can’t watch where she is going, either. Lena throws Kara the nastiest glare she can muster when they just about knock each other’s heads together, but all Kara does at the sight of it is grin. She always grins, not in a way that is arrogant or snide, but stupidly amused. Stupidly amused, as if everything Lena says or does is a bloody laugh, like Lena’s simmering hatred is nothing more than an inside joke.

“Hey, Luthor,” Kara says cheerfully, and there she goes, pushing those crooked glasses up her nose. There is a scratch on one lens, and Kara has either not noticed or not bothered to repair it. “Trying to take out the competition a little early, even for you.”

“You were the one in my way, Danvers,” Lena replies tightly.

“Was I?” And here is the kicker, that golden girl charm that fools everyone: bright blue eyes peeking out beneath those eyelashes, hand rubbing at the back of her neck, undone tie slipping an inch further. Kara tilts her head unassumingly as if that is even an actual question.

It makes Lena furious. “Here’s a tip,” she says, “for here and the Quidditch field. Maybe if you got your head out of your ass, you could actually see where you’re headed.”

Kara has the audacity to look affronted. “Is this because of the Brainy incident during training? Because he and I agreed that it was a joint effort. Joint…blame. Whatever you call it.”

Lena rolls her eyes. “Just keep your aggression to yourself, Danvers,” she mutters, and then she resolutely brushes past. She has no time for blank, witty banter, especially when this is the year’s first game and she has a team to rally.

“My—? Hey,” Kara’s voice rings out, louder than necessary, and that idiot is actually following her. “Hey, wait. Lena. Do you seriously think I’m aggressive? It was an accident! Both times!” A beat. “I mean both the Brainy thing and right now. I didn’t knock into Brainy twice. I did knock James off his broom once, but you probably don’t care about that since he’s not from your house, so…well anyway, just so you know, that was also an accident.”

“I have zero interest in your training squabbles,” Lena says exasperatedly, “and you’d do well to keep that in mind.”

“Oh so this is about the Brainy incident,” Kara says. “How many times do I have to say that the training pitch was ours?”

“According to you,” Lena counters. With that she whirls around, nearly colliding into Kara’s chest, but she still manages to lift her head up high and stare down that egotistical jackass. “I know you might think you’re entitled to any space you waltz into, but some of us mere mortals actually schedule training sessions. You know, like we’re supposed to.”

“I did schedule the—!” Kara has a tendency to become flustered mid-argument, it seems, because her mouth opens but no words come blustering out. Finally she settles on scowling when she declares, “You are a piece of work, you know that? Would it kill you to apologize to me once in a while?”

“That would imply that you have apologized to me at some point,” Lena scoffs. “Which you haven’t, for the record.”

“Yes I have,” Kara is quick to disagree.

Lena crosses her arms; it’s a challenge, and Kara immediately stands a little straighter when she notices. “Oh?” Lena prompts. “Like when?”

“Like…when I knocked into Brainy.”

“I fail to see how I fit in that scenario,” Lena says, “since you didn’t break my nose.”

Kara gives a little huff, as if this back and forth is all so inconvenient right now; as if she hasn’t instigated it. “Okay, but I apologized for disrupting your practice, remember? I took complete responsibility even though it was your fault you couldn’t keep track of when your team was scheduled—”

“That was not an apology. You literally said ‘Sorry Luthor, we need this more than you do’ and then refused to leave for the next half hour!”

“But I said sorry in there, ergo, it is an apology.”

“Well then, when my team beats yours to dust I’ll be sure to apologize properly for that in that exact same sympathetic manner,” Lena sneers.

Somehow, trash talk only makes that dumb, signature Kara Danvers grin come back, completely wiping away any sign of vexation. “Oh yeah? Tell me more, wise old Ravenclaw—”

Before Lena can even begin to dissect that childish comeback (and stupid sing-songy imitation of the Sorting Hat), other students come filtering down the hall and they are practically swept up in the masses. One kid completely shoulders Lena before she even realizes what’s happening; she stumbles to the left, nearly collides with the wall, and opens her mouth to shout, but then:

“Hey!” Kara is already brandishing her wand with one hand and catching the boy’s collar with the other. “Ten points from Hufflepuff! You could’ve hurt someone, walking around without looking where you’re going.”

Lena bites her tongue to stop from making a quip on how ironic that statement is, because Kara is engrossed in a stare-off with the pimply sixth year who is demanding to see her prefect badge to prove Kara can even take points. She would normally side with the kid—anything to knock Kara Danvers down a peg—but, well. For once, Lena can’t be bothered to actively hate someone getting into a heated argument on her behalf.

Two minutes later and the boy stomps off with ten points gone from his house and a detention to boot. Kara, meanwhile, is still frowning as he leaves. “Are you okay?” she asks absentmindedly, still tracking the kid’s every movement with her eyes. “I swear, if there weren’t so many witnesses I would’ve hexed him.”

“Winning move for a prefect, I’m sure,” Lena says dryly, and Kara turns towards her with that slow-growing buffoonish smile and another sheepish nudge of her glasses. Her next words kind of just fall out, almost as if she’d never formed them in her mouth but in the deep recesses of her subconscious alone: “You know, you confuse me.”

“Huh?” Another nudge. The smile slips a fraction, but just enough to show Kara is slightly confused by the change in subject.

You confuse me, Lena wants to repeat. You are the opposite of self-aware. You are messy, and reckless, and selfless whenever it counts and it’s confusing because all I can really hate you for is being able to get away with being imperfect and still be adored by everyone.

But none of those words, thankfully, leave her head. All she says is, “Your approach to discipline confuses me. It’s not like he purposely tried to run into me—ten points might have been too harsh.”

“This coming from the girl who once threatened to curse me into oblivion for tripping her when we were twelve?” Kara’s eyebrows shoot up. “Who are you and what have you done to Lena Luthor? No, hold on, I know. You’re really Jess in disguise, right?”

“Hilarious, Danvers. I wouldn’t quit Quidditch, it might be the only place you’re suited for,” Lena mocks, but all Kara does is laugh.

“Nope, definitely Lena,” Kara says, and the way she says it is almost…fond. Come to think of it, Lena can’t remember a time where Kara actually called her Lena. It’s always Luthor and Danvers and stop breaking the faces of my best players and never—never anything else.

Lena clears her throat and looks away; she can’t take another second of those warm, bright eyes. “Whatever,” she says. “I…guess I’ll see you on the pitch.”

“Sure thing,” Kara says, and she takes a step back, tucking her wand into her pocket. “I’ll be the one rocking the winning team uniform.”

Slowly, Lena begins to feel the corner of her mouth twitch. Completely unbidden, completely unpredictable. “Dream on, Danvers.” She allows the space between them to grow, but their eyes remain locked, and the air feels heavy—thick—and the weight of their shared gaze holds a meaning Lena can’t possibly unpack right now.

But Kara’s tongue pokes out between her teeth cheerfully, and she doesn’t appear half as bothered by this development. “Always, if you’re in them,” she says, twists a little on her heel to walk away, but she pauses while she is still in earshot. “You know—next time you can just thank me for defending you.”

“You mean abusing your power as a prefect,” Lena replies automatically even as her head is running a mile a minute; even as Kara is getting farther and farther away and the scratch on her glasses lens catches the light.

“That too!” Kara shouts as she gets lost in the crowd, and damn her, Lena has to put her hand over her mouth to hide the absolute idiotic smile that has formed on her own face.

(Joint blame indeed, Lena muses, and she figures that she might as well form a rivalry with the Slytherins instead of the Gryffindors after all).

[writingsnmusings]

Zoom Session

pairing: modern!ivar the boneless x reader

summary: classes have started back up for you which should be a nice distraction, but when are things ever that easy? 

a/n: i had no idea what gif to use of alex so here's this! also, here's my vikings masterlist!

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To say you were an anxious mess was a severe understatement. It was a week into the lockdown and today was your first zoom session with your students. You missed them like crazy, but not knowing how all this would go down was nerve wracking; they were just 7 year olds after all.

“You look tense,” Ivar chuckled as he stood behind you. You rolled your eyes, not in the mood for his teasing.

“I am.”

The feeling of his hands on your shoulders made you jump slightly. God, you were a mess. “Take breath, Y/N.” He began massaging your shoulders which did ease you a bit. You were sure you’d given yourself about a dozen stress knots since receiving the email from your principal three days ago.

Your laptop was open on the zoom website, a countdown of how long till your students would be joining was on the screen. 1 minute. 60 seconds and you’d see 20 of your favorite 7 year olds.

“Alright,” You sighed, shrugging Ivar’s hands off you. “I have 30 seconds to mentally prepare myself.”

Your bestfriend laughed at your expense once again before leaning down and giving your temple a quick kiss. “You’ll be fine. You get a lunch at 12 and i’ll have something ready for you by then.”

You didn’t even process the words he spoke since all your brain could focus on was the way your skin tingled where his lips just were. Ivar was gone in a second, presumably going to his room where he’ll be holed up while you work. The wifi worked best at the island counter so that’s where you were set up.

A chorus of “Miss Y/N” soon rang in your ears and all thoughts of Ivar were gone. You gave these kids your undivided attention for the next three hours.

You were in the middle of explaining the math worksheet they had for homework when one of your boys asked a question. “Miss who’s behind you?”

Your brow furrowed as you turned your head, only to spot Ivar coming out of his room with his airpods in and phone in his hand. “Yes Floki, we got the masks Helga made. Y/N loves her marvel one so thank her for us please. All right, I need to start on lunch now.”

Ivar hadn’t looked up since he walked into the frame of your camera and you couldn’t lie and say you hadn’t stopped looking at him either.

“Miss Y/N, is that your boyfriend?”

As soon as the question left your students mouth, both yours and Ivar’s head snapped to the screen. So he had hung up with Floki already.

You cleared your throat, “Uh-no, Max, he’s um my roommate.” You stuttered your way through the short sentence, mentally scolding yourself.

Ivar smiled at the flustered mess you’d become. He took out his headphones as he came to your side. “Hello,” He waved at the kids who eagerly waved back. “I hope you all are behaving for Miss Y/N here.”

The overlapping chatter of ‘yes!’ and ‘of course sir!’ made you and Ivar laugh. “I’m starting lunch, any requests?” He asked, trying to keep his voice.

You shook your head, “I’m good with anything you make.”

Ivar nodded and winked your way before going around the counter and beginning to rummage through his thankfully fully stocked fridge. You had to tear your gaze away from him. Only 10 minutes till your lunch break. You could do this.

The way you talked to your students, so engaged and animated made Ivar feel something. Something he’d never felt with anybody else before. Hearing you laugh at something silly a kid said made his heart swell. He loved hearing you laugh. He had just finished plating the sandwich he made as you said your goodbye for the next 45 minutes.

“Okay guys, any questions before we go on lunch? Yes, Emma?” You smiled at the little girl who cleared her throat before speaking.

“Miss, my sister has a roommate too and they go on dates and kiss. Do you and your roommate do that too?” She asked so innocently that you couldn’t even scold her for asking such an intrusive question. All eyes, even Ivar’s were on you as they awaited your answer.

Ivar’s eyebrows raised as your cheeks flushed, a subtle smirk on his lips. He mouthed ‘answer her’ and pointed to the laptop.

“No honey, he is just my roommate. Boys and girls can be friends and not kiss and go on dates.” You plastered a smile on your face and willed the flush on your face to go away. “I will see you guys at 12:45!” You quickly ended the session and shut your laptop.

Ivar couldn’t hold in his laughter any longer. He legitimately was belly laughing which made you roll your eyes. “Shut it and give me my sandwich.” He slid the plate to you, but not before stealing a chip.

“Kids are hilarious.” He said as he cleaned up.

“Yeah,” You shook your head, “Sorry about that by the way. They really don’t know boundaries yet.”

“It didn’t bother me.” He shrugged, making your eyes widen. “What?” Ivar eyed your reaction, looking confused. “Y/N, this isn’t the first time someone’s thought we were together. Your students were just more vocal about it”

“Oh I mean, yeah you’re right. I just didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable.” You explained, suddenly feeling shy.

Ivar shook his head, “That would never make me feel uncomfortable.” He gave your shoulder a squeeze as he walked by, going back to his room. “We still watching Thor after you're done?”

“Of course.”

You had minutes left before your students were back on your screen and you needed to clear your mind of Ivar. Just two and a half hours and class would be over. Then it would be you and Ivar. Alone. Watching a movie. Together. Just the two of you.

Sighing, you clicked the button to begin the session again. Who knew a couple of questions from your students would send you into a spiral.

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[canyouhearthelight]

The Miys, Ch. 151

This chapter has been one that I have been dying to write for a while. I was worried that @baelpenrose would resist the idea, but he very much thought it was hilarious. As always, his input and riffing on this chapter has very much made it better and better.

However, it also made the chapter longer, lol. But there is just no way to trim it down without losing something that makes it all work, so this week is nearly double my normal length... break everyone’s heart, right? ;)

“I don’t like these numbers,” Parvati grumbled - as much as she was capable of grumbling - as she scrolled through the final counts of approval ratings on her and Hannah’s inaugural Food Festival.

The statistics had been dropped into our inboxes that morning, in the static of about a thousand other notifications now that Derek had finished the stress-test. Also included were the results of the last three invasion-prep drills, which I was in the process of scanning over.

“How bad are they?” I asked, half listening for a number. The drills were trending better, which was a good sign that the moves were effective.

Dismissing her display with a gesture of disgust, she sighed. “Seventy-four percent approval rating.”

I arched a brow and glanced over. “Did you adjust for those who did not attend?”

The glare she sent me wasn’t seen so much as felt. “Of course I did. First thing I ran…”

“Are you filtering by the day the comments came in?”

“I -” Bingo. She huffed. “No! These are intended to be ratings for the entirety of the event!”

I started scrolling through my own statistics. “Chart them out by the date the ratings came in, filtering out everyone who didn’t actually attend.”

A pause. “Oh… Oh! It’s showing ninety-three-point-four now!”

“Et voila,” I murmured. Louder, I clarified, “People like to weigh in early, and those who object in general tend to speak first.”

“I see that… how’s it going over there?” she asked, smoothing her braid over her shoulder as she turned to look at me directly.

“We are improving with every drill, marked upticks since the relocations. Arthur should be here in about - “ I glanced at a clock, “Seven minutes to go over next steps.”

Alistair breezed over to swap my empty bulb of cold coffee for a fresh one of water. “The appointment is in fifteen minutes.”

Parvati beat me to the punch.  “He is also compulsively early, meaning…. Six minutes now.”

He rolled his eyes hard enough that I wanted to giggle. “He doesn’t even have the decency to be fashionably late. Appalling.”

Surely enough, Arthur paged at the entrance - out of some sort of manners I accidentally instilled in him - exactly five minutes prior to our scheduled appointment. As he breezed into my office, he managed a half-assed glare at Alistair for abruptly turning away and focusing on my schedule rather than his usual tendency to get a beverage for any newcomers. “Okay, updated data on drills isn’t what I want it to be.”

I laughed. “You’re joking, right? Your team and Michael’s haven’t gotten past deck four by more than three percent in the last seven exercises.”

“Any percent above zero is unacceptable,” he grumbled. I chalked it up to the indignity of being forced to get his own tea from the console.

Almost as though to spite Arthur, Alistair made a point to set a refreshed water bulb in front of everyone except the professor. “There are guards on the other levels for a reason,” he suggested drily.

“And I would rather those guards be idle, thank you,” Arthur threw back in a near-venomous tone.

“Us guards would rather be prepared for any eventuality, which you may do well to plan for in your petty drills.”

I didn’t even try to intervene. Clearly there was some blatantly disagreement between my  admin and my friend, and I was exhausted from trying to make them cooperate.

“If I’m doing my job, you should be so grateful as to be idle,” Arthur drawled.

Alistair scoffed. “As if being left to rest and get fatter than a Christmas goose is a blessing…”

“You’ll live longer!”

“And get lax in my duties, which I will not stand for!”

“Get fat! Get lazy! LIVE! I don’t care! I’m not going to be lax in my duties to allow you the opportunity of getting practice at fighting.” Standing, Arthur buried both hands in his hair, but it looked less like he was running his fingers through it than pulling on it. “Are we really discussing this when we are training to fight in living body condoms?”

“I need to defend the Archives!”

“And Michael and I need to defend everyone! Us doing our job means you don’t need to do yours.”

My neck snapped back at the vehemence in his tone. This wasn’t their normal sparring… they may have never truly gotten along, but even in the beginning it was never so vicious.

To my further alarm, Alistair took a long stride forward and stared down his nose at Arthur. “We both know that she - “ his hand flung out to point at me “is either the luckiest or unluckiest person in existence. You can’t really believe that, in an actual assault on this ship, that she won’t be in danger. Which will place Tyche, the Archives, Derek Okafor, and Samuel Richardson in equal danger. You aren’t an idiot, you know this.” The hand pointing toward me turned, and time seemed to slow down as he stabbed Arthur in the sternum with it, punctuating each of his next words. “Stop lying to yourself.”

“Poke me again, and the finger comes off.”

“I would dearly love to see you try.”

Hannah and Parvati had jumped to their feet when Alistair approached Arthur, but were now slowly moving around to my position, safely behind my desk. Hannah hissed at me through clenched teeth, “You had to tell them to fight it out.”

“I thought they would use a gym, not the damned office,” I hissed back.

Before she could respond, Alistair spoke again. “You aren’t the only one on the Ark who wants to protect everyone. You need to trust us to do our bloody jobs.”

“The last time I trusted anyone else to protect people, I lost fourteen students,” came the ground out response. “I’m not backing down on this.”

“You will, or I will sedate you and strap you to a medical berth for the next four months.” Alistair stepped back and crossed his arms with finality.

A trickle of nerves ran down my spine as I watched Arthur clench his fists and release them. “You think the solution to everything is to tie it up, I swear.”

“Stop changing the topic. I am deadly serious, Farro.”

Arthur turned away from him, waving him off. “Try something else, you would never just sedate me for months on end.” Before we could stop anything, Alistair leapt forward and put Arthur in a headlock, only to be immediately flipped over the other man’s shoulder and onto the table. “Tch. Sloppy. I know you can do better.”

“I thought you wanted me to get fat and lazy,” Alistair grunted as he sucker-punched Arthur in the stomach and rolled for the other side.  Once on his feet, he eyed Arthur carefully as he circled the table. “You stubborn ass, you know I am right.  You are putting everyone in the lower levels at risk by not running preparedness drills with them, because you don’t want to factor in the fact that one of the offensive teams could fail.”

“We don’t have the luxury of failing, so no. If we do our jobs correctly, everyone who matters will be safe at the other end of the Ark.”

They didn’t seem to be at each other’s throats anymore, but the arguing wasn’t getting anywhere. “Guys - “ I tried.

Both men turned and practically screamed at me with their glares to stop talking.  Oookay. I held up my hands in surrender and decided to let them sort it out their way.

Damned if the console wasn’t on the other side of them, though. I couldn’t even get popcorn and a drink.

Alistair blew a harsh breath through his nose. “If you won’t include the lower decks in your drills, I will start sparring with Jokul.”

“He would kill you,” Arthur barked in the most miserable laugh I’ve ever heard.

“God forbid,” Alistair mocked. “If I were gone, who would make your tea in the morning.”

“The same person who picks up the socks that magically appear all over my quarters every day, obviously. Worthington, I’m serious, he could really hurt you. He has really hurt me. And Charly.”

That last part was dismissed with a wave. “Madam Charles the First put the fear of herself into him.”

“And you haven’t. He could kill you by accident, and he’d never forgive himself.”

“Maybe that wouldn’t be the case if you would let me train more!”

Arthur groaned and ran a hand down his face. “You are an adult, we’ve talked about this. Train all you want, with whoever you want - Charly, Sophia, Tyche… hell, train with Evan or Michael, I don’t care. Just, not Jokul.”

When did they talk about this? I wondered. It had to be during a sparring session or something, because it definitely wasn’t in my office during one of our meetings. A glance at Hannah showed she was watching everything unfold like it was the most riveting show she had ever seen, and Parvati’s squint of consideration wasn’t much better.

“As you said, I’m an adult. Perhaps I should take your advice, and train with Charly - “

“See - “

“- and Jokul. She will make sure I don’t get hurt.”

Arthur flung his hands up in frustration. “You are so stubborn, I swear!” Growling, he paced in a circle. “Fine! Train with Charly and Jokul. IN the bivouac suit, though! And I don’t want to hear a word when you end up confined in a med bay yourself.”

Alistair’s smug grin showed just how much he seemed to care. “At least I would be spared of picking up the trail of dishes that seem to follow you around.”

“For the love of - they are my quarters! Mine! And I don’t want to hear about it when your bloody socks are constantly getting lost behind my sofa!”

Oh. Oh no. Nonononononono.

“My socks can go wherever they fucking want to, when I am constantly cleaning your disgusting whiskers out of the sink!”

“You know what would fix you having to clean whiskers out of the sink? I could just stop shaving altogether. How about...that…” Arthur trailed off and very slowly turned toward the three of us behind my desk with a look of dawning horror.

And I tried. I really, really tried not to laugh.  I could feel my face reddening, my chest aching with the effort of holding it in.  

Hannah’s snort was my undoing. As soon as that tiny noise escaped her, all three of us erupted into hysterical, stomach-cramping, tearful laughter.  I felt stabbing in my arm as Parvati dug her nails in, trying desperately not to fall.  Unfortunately for her, Hannah grabbed me at the same time and all three of us toppled to the floor. The sight of Arthur rolling his eyes and crossing his arms only made me escalate from laughing to shrieking in hysterics and relief.

I couldn’t speak for the other two ladies, but I thought the two men were going to end up killing each other… At no point did I think they took the other option when I told them to either fight it out or….

I gasped for breath, trying to get myself under control. Wobbling to my feet with the help of my trusty desk and a couple yanks to free my shirt from Parvati’s desperate clutching, I pointed between them. “This… how long? Can’t believe… didn’t figure it out.”

“Not everyone is as… public… as you, Conor, and Maverick are,” Arthur snarked at me. “You know, private lives should be private and all that?”

“Must be for you,” I confided in Alistair’s direction, where he had turned his back to our fit.  “He’s never not told me when he was dating someone. Or thinking of dating someone. Or potentially interested in seeing if he was interested in dating someone… Best friend privileges and all that.”  While I waited for Alistair to respond, my mind whirled through all the things I had brushed off before but were very obvious in retrospect.

Glancing at Arthur for a hint yielded nothing but a flat stare that all but declared in flashing lights You Aren’t Stupid.

I tilted my head at that, and kept thinking. There had been genuine animosity on Alistair’s side in the beginning, and not a small amount of needling on Arthur’s.  So I knew it wasn’t something that had always been going on. My mind came to a screeching halt, however, when I remembered something - the day Alistair, Tyche, and I decided that, when I vacated my position on the Council, they would vacate roles as well to leave behind a ‘clean slate’. “Four years, holy shit,” I gasped. “Four years!?”

Finally, Alistair moved. His back was still to us, but his arms went limp by his sides, and his head dropped down toward the floor. “It would be unseemly to have the new Councilor of Education in a relationship with the attache to the Councilor for Resources and Engagement. Or formerly in a relationship, should things not end well.”

“And since he won’t be taking his position until we are on Von,” I put together, “You are okay to serve out the rest of my term, just not Hannah’s or Parvati’s.”

“Correct.”

“Huh. That makes sense,” I admitted before hopping up to sit on my desk, the chair being a lost cause on the other side of two women who were still sniffling and giggling on the floor. “I learned a lot today.”

“Uh huh,” Arthur confirmed drily. “And it had better stay in this office.”

“What?” I managed a pretty convincing confused face before pretending to realize what he meant. “Oh! The relationship thing. Yeah, cool, whatever. That’s not what I was talking about, but you’re good.”

“Dare I even ask what you meant?” Alistair ventured, finally turning around so that he could give me a warning look.

“Uh, isn’t it obvious?” I asked, shaking my head and spreading my hands, palms up. When they both just stared at me, I finally broke and grinned. “Dude. You two are freaking slobs.”

The squeaking noises coming from the vicinity of my feet told me that no further work would be getting done for the rest of the day.

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[fellulahh]

Where MC would take them on holiday in the human realm (brothers, Diavolo and Solomon)

Lucifer:

- MC takes him to London solely so that they can watch a performance at the West End theatre (*cough* Phantom of the Opera *cough*)

- She also takes him to see Opera shows, knowing he’d be absolutely mesmerised by the performances they put on with the huge stages and complete orchestras

- They stay in a really high-end hotel and have romantic evenings eating at fancy restaurants and then sharing a bath together when they get back

- Shows him Buckingham Palace, “that’s where the English equivalent to Diavolo lives”

Mammon:

- VIVA. LAS. VEGAS.

- MC gets SO excited to take Mammon to Vegas because he will be in his absolute element with all of the casinos

- His eyes light up when he first sees the colossal hotels with all of their elaborate designs

- Him and MC become partners in crimes, hitting the casinos in their fanciest clothes and fake jewellery pretending they’re wealthy royals from a small country in Europe called ‘Devildom’

- They lose all of their money but they find it hilarious because they have so much fun together

Levi:

- this one is pretty obvious: she takes him to Japan of course! The home of anime

- Levi has never been so excited in all of his life as he walks through the city of Tokyo with wide eyes

- He falls in love with everything he sees, MC keeps treating him to little gifts that she notices he ogles over when they’re in shops (she does begin to worry how on Earth they’re going to transport it all back to Devildom afterwards though)

- They take cute selfies together: sharing bubble tea, Levi posing with cosplayers etc

***BONUS: MC takes Levi to San Diego so that they can go to the human Comic Con (she doesn’t tell him they’re going though). Levi has never felt so welcome in a place ever before in his life and begs MC to take him again the following year***

Satan:

- Satan reads a lot and he’s very gentlemanly with MC - when she looks at him she sees Mr Darcy

- To make her fantasies of Satan x Mr Darcy come to life, she takes him on a trip to England, renting out the most beautiful, historic cottage in the countryside

- The area around their cottage is so scenic, with willow trees and rivers; Satan describes it as ‘something he’d read about in a book’

- He loves the gesture! The pair often spend their evenings cuddled up naked under a blanket beside the fire as he reads Pride and Prejudice to her before it turns into something much steamier

Asmo:

- MC takes him to Paris obviously, what’s more romantic?

- It’s called the ‘City of Love’ and Asmo soon finds out why

- Their time away together is spent exploring cute French cafes, taking selfies in front of the Eiffel Tower and making sweet love in their elegant hotel (sometimes even on the balcony if they’re feeling extra frisky)

- They explore all of the high end shops and popular museums

- To solidify their love and to remember their holiday, they write their names on a padlock and attach it to the Pont des Arts bridge

- Also an excuse to be French kissing a LOT

Beel:

- MC takes Beel to Rome and not just because it’s a beautiful city filled with history, but because she wants to introduce him to possibly the best food the human realm has to offer: Italian food

- Beel falls in love with everything he eats there. His personal favourite is the gelato

- Every day MC treats him to some scoops of the flavour of his choice

- They make a wish in the Trevi fountain (MC assumes his wish is about food but it’s actually a plea for MC to always love him)

- Her and Beel unconsciously recreate the scene from ‘Lady and the Hound’ where they kiss after chewing on the same piece of spaghetti

Belphie:

- MC knows Belphie isn’t a very active person and would appreciate a peaceful holiday more than an all action one

- She takes him to a really scenic village in the Netherlands; one that is surrounded by tulip fields

- Belphie’s absolutely mesmerised by all of the colours and the windmills that erect from the ground

- He finds it so, so therapeutic

- MC does have to stop him from falling asleep in the fields though, “yes I know the flowers look comfy but you can’t use them as a bed!”

Diavolo:

- MC thinks the Prince of Devildom could do with a break considering how hard he works all of the time

- And where do humans go to get away from everything? The Maldives

- Their holiday is SO romantic, it’s just the two of them in their own beach hut surrounded by nothing but crystal clear oceans and white sands

- More often than not they will have steamy, shirtless makeout sessions in the sand every night after drinking too many pina coladas

- Lots and lots and lots of sex (with a view!)

Solomon:

- MC would take him to the Harry Potter studios in London or Universal Studios in America as a joke

- “Now you can feel at home with your wizard friends!”

- Solomon doesn’t find the gesture as funny but he makes the most out of the day, eventually giving in to her teasing

- MC cries with laughter whenever he poses next to any of the photo ops with his wand out and a dramatic expression on his face

- Their entire trip gets documented on Devilgram, showing the demons that they’re still staying in contact!