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mysecretlittlelibrary · 2 years ago

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Something New

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: SO many okay; sub Spencer, oral (m receiving), voyeurism & exhibitionism, fingering/masturbation, HEAVY breading kink, riding, choking, marking, they both got absolutely filthy mouths, a lil begging, cockwarming too- I think I got everything?? Mentions of alcohol as well

Genre: fluff & Smut

Summary: Meeting your boyfriend's friends leads to a few curious discoveries about him for both of you.

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Your boyfriend is many things. A genius, a profiler, a professor- sometimes, a man with so much to say about pretty much everything, the love of your life- the list goes on. You've been dating Spencer Reid for about a year now and you really can't say you have anything to complain about. He's attentive and funny and thoughtful and kind, and even when work takes him away for days he still manages to make you feel just as loved from afar. Tonight Spencer's invited you out to meet all of his coworker friends. You've heard tons of stories but Spencer has been hesitant to introduce you to them. Not for any bad reasons- he's simply being greedy with your time. Well he was anyway, it seems the team has finally worn him down and you're joining everyone for drinks at a bar.

When you walk into the place, Spencer finds his friends quickly and pulls you close to him as he leads you to the group. Before anything can even be said by you or Spencer the table erupts into noise upon seeing you. There are compliments and whoops and it's hard to pick out any one thing that's being said by the group.

"Settle down guys." Spencer rolls his eyes. "This is my girlfriend y/n."

"It's nice to meet everyone! Spence talks about y'all all the time." You say.

"Well don't just stand there, sit, we have a million questions." One of the women at the table pulls you over to sit next to her.

"Garcia." Spencer sighs.

"Now we mostly use each other's last names, side effect of the job but I'm Penelope, that's Aaron Hotchner- but we all call him Hotch pretty much exclusively, Derek Morgan, JJ, Emily Prentiss, and David Rossi." She quickly intros the entirety of the table as Spencer slides into to booth across from you, next to Derek.

"It's so good to finally put names to faces. Considering how much time you spend together I thought he'd have more pictures of you guys but-"

"Interesting you say that because his desk at work is full of pictures of you." Derek muses.

"Dude." Spencer nudges him and you chuckle a bit as pink crawls up his neck slightly.

"His wallet has a photo of you as well." David muses.

"Rossi please." Spencer says.

"I keep lots of pictures of him at work too actually." You smile.

"You do?!" Spencer blinks at you.

"Of course I do. I take pictures all the time. Why does that surprise you?" You muse.

"Wait a minute do you have any pictures Spence would not want us to see?" Emily smirks.

"I'm absolutely positive I do." You nod.

"Oh I have got to see this." JJ says.

"Yeah y/n you have to share-"

"Y/n don't you dare." Spencer's eyes widen cutting Derek off.

"Oh come on Spencer you can't expect us not to want to know." Emily says.

"You can want whatever you'd like but you're not gonna get it." Spencer says.

"They aren't?" You tilt your head.

"Y/n, please." Spencer's eyes are pleading in a way that almost makes you want to tease him more. You of course have no intention of embarrassing him in front of his coworkers but the adorable look on his face tugs at your sadistic side. You hold his gaze for a moment before turning to the rest of the group with a smirk.

"Sorry guys, there are some things I like to keep to myself." You muse and everyone lets out playful sounds of frustration that you laugh at while Spencer settles in his seat.

"It's fine we'll simply separate them and get her to confess that way." Penelope stage whispers to the rest of the table.

"So, y/n, Spencer tells us you're a professor?" Aaron who apparently everyone calls Hotch says. He hasn't spoken much so far but he and Rossi watched the earlier chaos affectionately.

"I am, yes. We met when he was guest lecturing at the university where I work actually."

"Really? What subject do you teach?" JJ asks.

"Architecture and sometimes English."

"Sometimes English?" Derek quirks an eyebrow up at you.

"I'm primarily an architecture professor but I have an English degree as well so I'll teach an English class or two. Not every semester though, it really depends. I mostly fill in when an English professor is out." You shrug.

"That's so interesting. So how did you two actually meet? He refuses to tell us the story." Penelope asks.

"Really? Why Spence?" You look at him.

"I mean I'm not hiding it exactly-" Spencer mutters.

"You'll tell us won't you y/n?" Penelope nudges you.

"Well sure- I dunno how interesting you'll find the story but I'll tell it. He was leaving a lecture he was giving and I was conducting an- in class activity that sort of spilled into the hall as he was trying to leave. He's quite the curious boy so he asked what we were up to and then he left." You shrug.

"How did you manage to get her to go on a date with you if you didn't even try to get her attention?" Derek scoffs.

"This is why I didn't tell you the story." Spencer rolls his eyes.

"He sat in on one of my lectures the next week, at the end of which he spouted about 10 minutes' worth of information about the architecture of the building we were in." You chuckle.

"And that worked on you?" JJ muses.

"I'll admit it was strange- but I thought he was cute. I told him if he had any more obscure details about the university we could discuss it over coffee."

"So you made the first move." Derek says.

"Of course I did." You say.

"Alright! Can we please talk about something else?" Spencer grumbles.

"Come on Spence we're meeting your girlfriend for the first time you can't expect us to not have questions." Emily smiles.

"Do they have to be about the logistics of how we ended up together though?" Spencer rolls his eyes. You can't help but laugh watching him pout at his coworkers.

"I don't mind talking about it baby." You say.

"Yeah she doesn't mind baby." Derek chuckles. Spencer looks at you with a huff.

"Spence why don't you get something to drink for me hm?" You ask him.

"Anything specific?" Spencer stands at your request.

"You can pick just make it good." You say pulling him down to kiss him before he can walk to the bar. "If you wanna ask me questions Derek I'll answer them but my baby is off limits." You wink letting Spencer go get drinks.

"Fine, fine. Changing the subject." Derek smiles at you. By the time Spencer returns with drinks, you're in a completely different conversation with the rest of the table. You spend a couple of hours getting to know Spencer's friends and you'd like to think things go well. It seems like they like you, and you can say for sure that you like them. Of course, as the night goes on, the team lets alcohol loosen their lips. You, not being a big drinker have been nursing the one drink you had Spencer get you and Spencer doesn't drink more than you let him so you two are the most sober at the table, except Aaron who seems to be very mindful of his drinks. Somehow the table has gotten into making up outlandish things about other patrons of the busy bar you're in. A guy sipping whiskey is going through a breakup, a girl on the dancefloor is definitely going home with the guy she's dancing with, someone in a leather jacket 'definitely ties people up'. It seems like a game of who can make up the wildest story about strangers and you just chuckle as they play.

"I bet that lady has a man she puts on a leash." Penelope says of a woman sitting with a group of friends. That one makes you glance at Spencer to see him shift awkwardly.

"No way babygirl. That woman does not seem like the type." Derek shakes his head.

"I dunno I think it's possible. But like wouldn't she have him out with her?" Emily hums.

"Not necessarily. Even a mistress is allowed to have time without her-" Spencer's foot nudges yours before you can finish your thought. You don't think it's on purpose though, he seems to just be tense regarding the conversation.

"You speaking from experience there?" Derek asks you.

"Sorry Derek, that is classified." You smirk.

"Wait a minute what do y'all be getting up to?!" Derek's gaze turns to Spencer.

"Nothing." Spencer's response is sharp and you have to work hard not to giggle.

"Leave him alone Derek we haven't- there's no tales to tell there." You say. You doubt Spencer wants his friends to know those details of your relationship. Especially considering you haven't really explored that aspect of your relationship much. You've had a few conversations about it but you really haven't gone beyond making out and such.

"You're so sweet on our boy genius." JJ coos.

"Of course I am." You shrug.

"Wait what do you mean there's no tales to tell?" Penelope asks.

"I'm more interested in your knowledge of mistressing?" Emily shakes her head.

"Curious to get into that yourself Emily?" You ask.

"Maybe."

"Do you have tips y/n?" JJ asks.

"How did we get here?" You laugh. Drunk conversations are so funny.

"Well now you have to answer the question." Penelope says.

"Talk to your partner? I dunno everyone's different. You should find out what things they are comfortable with before you do anything really. Leashes are usually safe enough for beginners but a lot of the more interesting 'tips' would be- for more advanced stuff." You muse.

"Spencer you have got one interesting girl on your hands." Derek smirks smacking him lightly on the back.

"Please stop asking my girlfriend sex questions holy fuck." Spencer rubs his temple with a sigh.

"Aw but she seems like she knows so much." Penelope says.

"Another time ladies, I'll answer all your questions." You say.

"You will?"

"Absolutely. But I think you guys should maybe start sorting out your rides home. It's- getting pretty late and you've all been drinking." You say when you catch JJ yawning.

"Yeah I'd agree it's time to wind down, especially since this place closes soon and I hate to be the last one out." David hums.

"Do you all have rides home? Are you getting a cab or calling someone? Because you can't drive." You shake your head at the girls specifically.

"I'm fine to drive everyone home." Aaron tells you. "Will you and Spencer be good?" He asks.

"Oh yeah, we've each only had one drink. Either of us can drive." You shrug standing up. Spencer follows your lead and after him, everyone slides out of their seats. A few rounds of goodbyes later, you're on the way home, Spencer driving and both of you enjoying the quiet compared to the last few hours in a rowdy bar. Back at your apartment Spencer lets out a sigh as you both take off your shoes.

"Sorry about them." He mutters.

"What are you talking about? Your friends are great. Do you think it went badly?" You ask.

"No. No, I'm sure they love you. Maybe more than me now. I just meant- they can be a bit unpredictable when they get drunk so, sorry about the weird questions."

"Oh that? Spencer honey there are way worse things a group of profilers could ask me than if I'm a dominatrix." You scoff. "I'm pretty chill when it comes to discussing sex." You shrug walking further into your apartment. You wanna get out of this dress.

"Really?" Spencer follows after you,

"Yeah. Although- I take it you are way less comfortable with that sort of stuff?" You ask.

"What makes you say that?"

"Well- you seemed really tense earlier when they were asking me about the mistress stuff. I just figured." You say.

"Oh- that was nothing." He mutters.

"That- didn't seem like nothing. But we don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." You hum. There's a moment of quiet as you take off your jewelry.

"I don't think my imagination is that active." Spencer speaks again and you turn to look at him. "Not in like, a sad 'my creativity is dead' sort of way. I'm fairly creative. But having an eidetic memory just means my focus is on other things. You know, the information I've read or seen that I can use- usually for work. Of course, my imagination fairs pretty well too. I mean it works well enough that I can reconstruct crime scenes in my head and stuff so it does what I need it to do for work."

"Right." You nod with a frown. When Spencer doesn't continue after a minute you add, "I'm following you Spence but I have no idea where this is going."

"You commented on me being tense earlier."

"Correct."

"It's because my imagination was entirely too active during that conversation." He mutters, almost like he doesn't want you to know.

"Are you- embarrassed because a sexual conversation made you think about your girlfriend sexually?" You try not to laugh because it's not that his embarrassment is funny to you it's just the circumstance of not wanting to admit he finds his partner hot.

"I had an erection at a table with all my friends because my girlfriend was talking about leashing people."

"Are you interested in wearing a leash Spence?" You smirk, leaning against your dresser.

"Don't- I'm not sure." He frowns.

"We can work our way up to it if you are baby. It's not like I'm planning to collar you tonight." You chuckle at his confused look.

"Do you like doing that?" He blinks at you.

"What? Putting collars on people? I mean only if they're into it." You shrug. Spencer takes a deep breath before he speaks again.

"This- is not helping." He says.

"Helping?" You look at him. His hands, which were balled up at his sides catch your attention when they instinctively cross in front of him.

"Wait a second-"

"Don't."

"Are you-"

"Y/n."

"You're still hard from earlier." You say.

"Of course I am. All I can think about is the image in my head of my girlfriend as a mistress." Spencer huffs out.

"Well, we can always replace that image in your head with the real thing." You offer.

"I- I don't- I've never had a mistress before. I don't know what to do." He frowns.

"We'll work our way up to more complex stuff. Tonight'll be simple, pick a safe word and let me do the thinking." You push off the dresser you'd been leaning against.

"A safe word? Uh- winter. Is that a good one?"

"As long as you can remember it, it's perfect baby." You pull him forward by his shirt to kiss him sweetly. Spencer melts against your lips, letting you guide him easily to sit on the bed. You straddle him as you deepen the kiss, your tongue slipping between his lips easily. Spencer seems content to let you have your way with him and you intend to take full advantage of that. Eventually, you pull away from him only to trail your lips to his neck. His mouth drops open with a soft moan as you cover his throat in red marks. You make quick work of the buttons on Spencer's shirt, kissing and marking your way across his chest as you strip him, enjoying the quiet whines he lets out.

"You look pretty covered in marks." You tell him, bringing your lips to his again with a hand at the back of his neck. You drag your nails down his abdomen until your fingers find his belt, undoing it and his pants before you stand up. Spencer's eyes are on you immediately with a confused look and a sound expressing his discontent. "Pants off baby." You tell him and he scrambles to tug them off quickly and settle himself back on the edge of the bed.

"Are you- do you plan to stay clothed?" He croaks uncertainly.

"For now, yes." You say kneeling in front of Spencer. His eyes widen as he watches you wrap your fingers around his erection. He hisses from the contact and gasps when you gently drag one finger along the length of him. Your tongue follows the path of your finger and his breath is coming out shaky by the time you fully put your lips around him. You slowly take as much of him into your mouth as you can fit relishing in the whimpers he fails to hold back. His hands grip the edge of the bed so tightly you think he may rip the sheets as you suck his dick greedily.

"Oh my- god." Spencer chokes out, body practically shaking from your ministrations. When his thighs start to tense you pull off of him entirely and he can't stop the frustrated whine that comes out.

"Sorry baby, but if you cum now you won't enjoy it as much when I ride you." You tell him as you stand up. You give Spencer a few moments to steady his harsh breathing before speaking again. "Undress me." You tell him, turning your back so he can unzip your dress. You hear him stand, feel one hand settle on your shoulder while the other tugs the zipper down, watch his hands slide the straps of your dress from your shoulders and once it hits the floor you step out of it and turn to face him. "Open your mouth." You tell him softly and when he does you slip two fingers between his lips that he immediately begins sucking on. You can feel the action in your abdomen and it takes a moment to get your next instruction out. "Panties off." You tell him. With your fingers still in his mouth his movements are a little awkward but he manages to get your panties off and only then do you pull your fingers out. You set yourself up on the bed pulling Spencer's attention, though he stays where he is. He follows directions very well you realize. Spencer watches intently as you take the fingers that were in his mouth and slide them between your folds. You make quite the show of touching yourself while he regards you, moaning and spreading your legs widely as you toy with your wet heat. You catch his hands open and close a number of times as your fingers disappear inside of you and you know he's dying to touch you.

"Y/n?" He forces out after several minutes of what must've been silent agony for him.

"Yes, Spencer?" You let your reply come out as whiny and breathy as you can muster, swimming in the pleasure you're bringing yourself.

"Am I- do you just want me to stand here?" He asks with a frown.

"What's the matter, baby? Not content just watching?" You ask somewhat tauntingly. "Did you want a taste?" You ask.

"Please." He breathes out. You pull your fingers from your center and hold them out to him. He comes to the edge of the bed, leaning down to take your fingers in his mouth. You allow him to lick the digits clean before you shove him down onto the bed on his back. He tries to sit up but you place a hand against his chest as you swing a leg over to straddle him.

"I'm going to ride you now, okay Spence?" You look down at him for any sign of hesitation but the look in his eyes gives no indication of it as he responds.

"Yes- please. Please ride me y/n." He says. You lift yourself enough to grab his dick and line it up with your entrance before sinking down onto him with a satisfied moan. You brace yourself with your hands on his chest and set a nice rhythm for yourself, bouncing on him relentlessly, spurred on by the endless string of sounds from his lips. A beautiful combination of whimpers and moans and expletives as he begs you not to stop.

"So, pretty. You look so pretty under me baby." You tell him placing fleeting kisses against his lips.

"God I love you. Fuck that feels amazing. Oh my- shit." You can practically see his brain malfunctioning as gets lost in the heat of your walls surrounding him. There's something so satisfying about reducing a genius who always has something to say to a collection of broken sentences and desperate moans.

"I love you too baby, love the feeling of you inside me. Letting me- letting me ride you like this, so good for me." You pant out.

"Y-Y/n I- oh fuck I'm close- I'm gonna cum. Wait you have to- please y/n s-slow down." Spencer's frantic attempt at warning you only makes you want to push him over more.

"I want you to cum Spencer." You tell him.

"W-what? L-like inside- inside you?"

"Yes baby. I want to feel you cum for me." You tell him. Spencer's eyes go unfocused for a moment as if processing your words, then his hands snap up to your waist, the first time he's touched you without being explicitly instructed to.

"You mean that?" He rasps, his hold on your hips tightening.

"Yes Spencer, I mean it." You say drawing your hand up his chest to wrap a hand around his throat. "So don't stop now baby." You add. Spencer lets out a pained groan and shifts his grip on you.

"You can't- can't say those things." He grunts as he sits up and thrusts his hips up into you.

"Oh? And why's that Spence? Don't you want to cum inside me?" You mutter kissing and nipping at his collarbone as if there aren't enough marks on his skin.

"S-so fucking badly. Wanna fill you up til you're leaking. Wanna- fuck wanna get you pregnant- you'd make such a good mother to my children and god you'd look so good all swollen 'cuz of me." Spencer's barely aware of his own rambling at this point, but your ears prick at the turn his words have taken.

"What a dirty mouth you've got all of a sudden." You muse, your body thrumming from his words. "That's what you want Spence? Wanna fuck a baby into me? Go ahead puppy, breed me if you can." If he hadn't lost it before those words seem to snap something in him and his thrusts get sloppy, they're harder and faster but messy as he chases that end you've teased. "That's it baby- fuck me like you want to put a baby in there. Fill my pussy like a good puppy." Your breathing is ragged and your sentence is broken up by loud moans as Spencer puts all his strength into railing you, but you have no intentions of giving up control of the situation.

"G-god, please. Please. I'm so close." Spencer whines out. Your fingers slip between your bodies and a few tight circles against your clit have you tumbling over the edge.

"Cum for me Spence, lemme feel you fill me up baby." You breathe out the command as you ride the waves of your own orgasm and he's spilling into you moments later.

"Holy fucking hell." He eventually huffs out and you gently kiss his heated skin as you allow him a few minutes to come down from his release.

"How we feelin?" You whisper.

"Like lead and hydrogen at the same time." He mutters and you glance up in time to catch the confused frown on his face.

"You did very well with your responsibilities for tonight Spencer." You tell him.

"Is it- is it always so... intense?"

"Well that was- more intense than I expected it to be. Had no idea you'd have such a breeding kink." You chuckle a little.

"I- I'm sorry that was-"

"No need to apologize. I liked it." You shrug.

"You did?"

"Oh yeah- you're so nasty about it. It's sexy, even if you're not in charge." You say. When you shift to stand up, Spencer's arm wraps around you lazily.

"Don't." He mutters.

"We gotta get cleaned up baby."

"It can wait." He groans.

"If you insist." You smile gently. You didn't expect to go down this road with your boyfriend tonight. But you can't say you're disappointed with the outcome. You learned something new about your boy genius.

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mythicalmaven · 5 months ago

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Beyond Boundaries - Oscar Piastri (PART NINE)

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Sorry for the long wait! I've been admitted in the hospital twice in the last 2 weeks, so I wasn't really in the right state to write. Whoops. But I did my best to catch up asap! So here it is, chapter 9! Hope you guys enjoyed it! <3

↳pairing: oscar piastri x female!norris!reader ↳word count: 5,1K ↳chapters: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, ↳chapter warnings: friends to lovers, brothers teammate trope, bestfriend!reader, fluff, smut, NSFW, 18+ content (mdni!), fingering, handjob (male!receiving), kissing, sex (p in v), dirty talk, (hint of) bratty reader

↳series summary: Since Oscar joined McLaren as your brother’s teammate, you two have quickly become best friends. Recently promoted to be Oscar’s physiotherapist, you both relish the opportunity to spend more time together. However, as the new role brings you closer, you both realize you might be feeling more a little more for each other than just friendship

It was the next day when you found yourself lounging by the pool again, this time with Oscar by your side. He was stretched out on the lounger next to you, sunglasses perched on his nose, looking every bit as relaxed as the lazy afternoon demanded.

“It feels weird,” he suddenly said, breaking the comfortable silence.

You turned your head towards him, raising an eyebrow. “What feels weird?”

He tilted his head to the side, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “You know, that I can actually tell you how incredibly beautiful you look instead of pretending to just be your friend.”

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks, and you quickly looked away, mumbling, “I’m not, though. I’m not pretty like all those other girls.”

Oscar’s expression softened as he shook his head. Without a word, he suddenly sat up from his lounger, snatched the magazine from your hands, and scooped you up into his arms in one swift motion.

“OSCAR!” you protested, bursting into giggles, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! PUT ME DOWN!”

“Alright,” he said with a mischievous grin, continuing to carry you towards the pool. “If you insist…”

Before you could protest again, he stepped to the edge and, with a playful chuckle, dropped you into the cold water. You surfaced with a gasp, pushing your wet hair out of your face just in time to see him jumping in after you.

“That,” he teased, wading closer to you, “is what you get for saying you’re not beautiful.”

You splashed water at him, laughing as he pretended to be horrified by the attack. “Oh, you’re asking for it now!” he warned, and soon you were both caught up in a playful water fight, splashing each other and dodging each other’s attempts to gain the upper hand.

After a few minutes of this, he stopped and swam closer, his tone turning sincere as he said, “You really shouldn’t say stuff like that about yourself. You’re beautiful. More beautiful than you realize.”

You blinked up at him, momentarily lost for words as he moved even closer. His eyes held yours, warm and earnest. “Your smile, the way your eyes light up when you’re happy, how you care about everyone around you… It’s all beautiful. You are beautiful.”

Your heart skipped a beat as his arms circled around you, pulling you into a gentle hug. The water seemed to still around you as you leaned into him, feeling his warmth even in the cool pool.

But Oscar, being Oscar, couldn’t stay serious for too long. He suddenly grinned, and before you could react, he tugged you both under the water. You came up sputtering, laughing, and this time, you pulled him down with you. The two of you surfaced again, closer than before, your faces just inches apart.

His gaze flicked to the patio, making sure no one was around. When he was certain you were alone, he leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. It was gentle, almost tentative, but full of the affection that had been building between you two for so long.

You pulled back, your breath catching in your throat. “We can’t do that here,” you whispered, glancing nervously towards the house. “What if your sisters or your parents see us?”

He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips as he agreed. “You’re right. We’ll be careful.”

But even as he said it, his arms remained wrapped around you, neither of you ready to let go just yet.

The rest of the afternoon was filled with laughter and lighthearted teasing as you and Oscar continued to enjoy your time by the pool. The playful moments in the water gave way to sun-soaked relaxation on the loungers, where the two of you talked about everything and nothing, relishing in the easy comfort of each other’s company.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over everything, reality started to creep back in. The fun was far from over, but there were practical matters to attend to. That evening, after drying off and grabbing a quick dinner, you both found yourselves back in the house, surrounded by open suitcases.

“Looks like it’s time to get serious,” Oscar commented with a smirk as he tossed some clothes into his bag.

You nodded, trying to fold a shirt but getting distracted by the thought of the journey ahead. “Yeah, Japan’s not going to wait for us.”

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The evening flew by in a blur of packing and double-checking essentials, making sure you had everything you’d need for the next leg of the season. Before you knew it, the bags were zipped up, and you were on your way to the airport.

The flight to Japan was long but uneventful. You spent most of it dozing off, your head resting on Oscar’s shoulder as he scrolled through movies on the in-flight entertainment system. Every so often, he’d nudge you awake to share a funny scene or offer you some of the snacks he’d picked out. The time passed quickly, and soon enough, you were descending into the vibrant city of Tokyo.

Once you arrived and got a taxi to Suzuka, it wasn’t long before you found yourselves at the McLaren hospitality area, the familiar orange and black decor welcoming you like an old friend. You helped Oscar carry his things to his driver’s room, a small but well-appointed space that served as a home base during race weekends. The room was simple, yet comfortable—personal touches scattered about, reflecting his personality and dedication to his craft.

“Thanks for helping with this,” Oscar said as he unzipped his bag and began unpacking, laying out his gear with the precision of someone who had done this a thousand times.

“Of course,” you replied, organizing some of his things on a nearby shelf. “You’d be lost without me.”

He laughed, tossing a rolled-up pair of socks at you, which you caught with ease. “I don’t doubt that for a second.”

As you continued to help him unpack, your phone buzzed with a new message. It was from Lando.

Lando: "Oi, you here yet? Or did you get lost? 😂"

You smiled at the message and quickly typed out a reply.

You: "Just got in! Helping Oscar unpack his stuff. Where are you?"

Lando’s reply came almost instantly.

Lando: "Nice! I’m around. Meet me at the paddock when you’re done?"

You glanced at Oscar, who was busy hanging up his race suit. He noticed your look and raised an eyebrow. “Lando?” he asked with a knowing smile.

“Yeah,” you said, nodding. “He wants to meet up after we’re done here.”

Oscar chuckled, giving you a playful nudge. “Better not keep him waiting too long" he teased, stepping closer to you and wrapping an arm around your waist. “But I get you first.”

You smiled at Oscar's comment, a playful glint in your eyes. An idea sparked in your mind, and you knew it was a perfect moment to act on it. The driver’s room was private, and you were confident that a little kiss would be safe here. As Oscar’s arm wrapped around your waist, you felt the warmth of his closeness and decided to take the leap.

Gently, you reached your fingers around his neck, drawing him down to meet you. Your lips brushed against his, and the contact sent a thrill through you both. The kiss started soft and tentative, but quickly deepened as you pressed closer. His hands found their way to your back, pulling you firmly against him.

His lips were warm and insistent against yours, and you parted your mouth slightly to let your tongues meet. The kiss grew more intense, each movement exploring and savoring the sensation. You felt the urgency of his touch as his hands roamed your back, fingers caressing the curves of your body.

You tugged lightly on his hair, eliciting a soft groan from him. The sound was a sweet, approving note that made you smile against his lips. The kiss became a dance of passion and affection, as you both lost yourselves in the moment. His hands traveled from your back to your sides, feeling the rise and fall of your breaths.

Gradually, you found yourselves backed against the door of the driver’s room, Oscar’s body pressing into yours. The door provided a solid surface to lean against, keeping you both close and secure. Between kisses, he whispered against your neck, “You have to stay quiet… or else someone might hear us.”

The combination of his words and his tender kisses along your neck made it difficult to control your soft sighs. His breath was warm against your skin, and each touch of his lips sent shivers through you. The intimacy of the moment heightened every sensation, and you could feel the rising heat between you.

As the kiss grew more heated, you could feel Oscar's growing excitement pressed against your thigh. A smirk formed on your lips, knowing the effect you had on him. The shared desire in the small space created a charged atmosphere, and your heartbeat quickened with each passing moment.

You continued to explore each other’s mouths with a fervor that spoke volumes. The gentle but insistent pressure of his hands on your body matched the intensity of your kiss, creating a rhythm of closeness and longing. The warmth and closeness of the moment made it clear that you were both fully absorbed in each other.

You let your fingers trail gently from Oscar’s tousled hair, your touch light and deliberate as it glided down his neck and toward the waistband of his shorts. With a playful glance and a soft, questioning smile, you asked, “May I?”

Oscar’s eyes widened with anticipation, and he nodded quickly, his breath hitching with excitement. As your hand slipped beneath the fabric, you could feel the heat radiating from his skin. You traced his form through the material of his boxers, applying a gentle pressure that made him shiver. The subtle, pleasurable sound he emitted encouraged you to continue.

With a delicate touch, you moved your hand slowly, palming his member through his boxers, savoring the way Oscar’s body responded to your every motion. His breath grew more erratic, and he murmured how much he was enjoying the sensation. You could feel the tension rising between you, a palpable electricity that made every touch more intense.

Oscar’s reactions were a mix of soft moans and gasps, his words a testament to his pleasure. You kept your movements controlled, enjoying the way his body tensed and relaxed in response. The air around you was thick with anticipation, and you both reveled in the build-up, savoring the moment without rushing.

The room seemed to pulse with the rhythm of your touch and his responses, creating a charged atmosphere that was as much about the emotional connection as it was about the physical. Each touch and sigh deepened the shared tension, leaving both of you on the edge, caught in a perfect moment of heightened intimacy.

You slowly slipped your hand beneath the waistband of Oscar’s boxers, feeling the warmth of his skin. His reaction was immediate, a sharp intake of breath and a shiver that told you how much he craved your touch. You continued to explore with a delicate touch, ensuring every movement was met with a soft response from him.

Oscar’s breathing became more erratic, his moans growing louder as you increased the pressure and rhythm. The intimate connection between you deepened with each stroke, and his verbal reactions were a mix of pleasure and desire. "Fuck.. that feels so good" he whispered, as he dropped his forehead against your shoulder. You could sense the intensity building, the shared anticipation making the moment even more intense.

As you worked on him, you felt how Oscar moved one of his hands up your thigh, his fingers slipping under the hem of your skirt. A smirk appeared on Oscars face, lifting his head up, lips moving to your ears "You were already planning on this, weren't you?" he said, his voice no more than a husky whisper "Purposefully not wearing underwear, you little tease"

You smirked back at him, the mischievous intention evident.

His fingers traced a delicate path along your skin, the sensation of his touch both electrifying and soothing. Each movement was slow and deliberate, as he explored with a practiced sensitivity, his touch igniting waves of warmth and anticipation. The soft caress of his fingertips over your most sensitive areas was met with a gasp of pleasure, a testament to his skill and attentiveness.

Oscar’s eyes locked with yours, and the intensity of his gaze only heightened the connection. His fingers danced with a rhythmic precision, moving with a fluid grace that matched your growing excitement, before entering you with one finger at a time. Every touch was met with a corresponding sigh or moan, and his reactions to your responses guided his movements, ensuring each movement was perfectly attuned to your pleasure.

Every time he touched a particularly sensitive area, a shiver of pleasure ran through you, causing you to arch slightly in response. Oscar’s eyes never left your face, his gaze intense and focused as he took in every sigh, every gasp, and every subtle shift of your body.

With a confident, knowing smile, you repositioned yourself to continue the intimate exploration. This time you undid the button of his jeans and unzipped his jeans, to give yourself a bit more space to work with. Your hands resumed their gentle, deliberate movements on his member, while his fingers still worked their magic on you.

Your touch was both tender and exploratory as you navigated his body with care. You traced a path along his length, your hands moving in a steady, rhythmic manner that mirrored the growing intensity between you. The sensation of your fingers gliding over him, varying in pressure and speed, was met with a series of soft, appreciative groans from Oscar.

He responded to each of your touches with an intensity that spoke volumes. His breathing became more ragged, and his vocalizations grew louder, a clear indication of how much he was enjoying the sensation. “That feels incredible,” he murmured, his voice a mix of awe and pleasure. “You’re driving me wild.”

You adjusted your movements based on his reactions, varying your touch to build the tension even further. The way you maneuvered your hands, exploring different angles and rhythms, was designed to keep him on the edge. Every touch was a deliberate play of pressure and sensation, a dance that was as much about the build-up as it was about the pleasure.

Oscar’s responses were a mix of breathless praise and encouragement. “Don’t stop,” he gasped, his hands reaching out to steady himself against the intensity of the moment. “That’s perfect… just like that.”

As you continued, the air around you thickened with a blend of desire and expectation. His body tensed and relaxed in response to your touch, each moment bringing him closer to the brink. The rhythm you established was a careful balance of teasing and satisfying, designed to keep the pleasure at its peak without crossing the line.

The crescendo of the moment was marked by Oscar’s increasingly fervent reactions. He was clearly on the edge, his moans and gasps a testament to how deeply he was feeling the experience. Yet, just as he was about to reach the peak, you suddenly stilled your hands.

Oscar’s eyes locked with yours, a mix of longing and surprise evident in his expression. “You minx” he breathed, his voice thick with desire. You responded with a teasing smile, a playful glint in your eyes "You're killing me" he breathed out.

You decided to mess with him a little longer, so you roam your hands over your own body, stopping at the hem of your McLaren polo, pulling it over your head with ease. You immediately go back to touching yourself all over, Oscar moaning at the sight of it.

The sound of your moans echoed through the small room as Oscar pressed you against the door, his hand firmly holding onto your thigh. You could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against you, and a sense of urgency filled the air.

"Fuck.." he groaned, his breath hot against your neck as he tried to steady himself against the door. "Unless you want me to fuck you right here and now, you better stop doing that," he warned, but there was a hint of desire in his voice.

"Maybe that's exactly what I'm aiming for," you breathed, your fingers quickly undoing your skirt and discarding it on the floor along with your shirt. A mutual understanding passed between you both, a shared anticipation of what was to come. With each touch and sigh, the bond between you deepened - not just physical pleasure, but emotional connection. Oscar then pulled down his shorts in one fluid movement, caging you between him and the solid wooden door of his driver's room. He grabbed the back of your thighs with his strong hands, lifting you up against the door. You wasted no time and wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer until there was barely any space left between you.

You smashed your lips together hungrily, feeling his hands roaming over your body as he settled between your legs. The delicious friction made both of you moan into the kiss, lost in the intense desire coursing through your veins.

One of your hands moved towards the back of his neck, sliding into his hair and tugging on it slightly. "Please, Osc," you begged, the need for him driving all coherent thoughts from your mind.

Oscar kissed his way up your neck, heading towards your ear and whispering in a low voice, "You want me to fuck you so bad, don't you, baby?" "God, yes," you moaned out, the dominance he had over you making your core ache with longing. Oscar gave your thighs one more squeeze before finally pushing into you, filling you completely.

You dropped your hands to his back and dug your nails into his skin unintentionally, caught up in the overwhelming pleasure of the moment. Once Oscar gave you a minute to adjust to the feeling of him stretching you, he slowly started to rock his hips in a steady rhythm. Your sharp nails dug deep into his flesh as he picked up speed and intensity, his own breaths coming out in grunts and groans of pleasure. "You feel so fucking good, baby," Oscar said in a husky whisper between thrusts. The sound of his voice sent shivers down your spine and only added to the intense pleasure coursing through your body. A sudden, urgent knock on the door jolted both you and Oscar out of your steamy embrace. Panic and thrill surged through your veins in equal measure. Without hesitation, Oscar’s hand flew to cover your mouth, muffling any sound that might betray your presence. The unexpected pressure of his palm against your lips sent a jolt of electricity down your spine, causing a stifled moan to slip past your defenses. You could see the mix of adrenaline and excitement flashing in Oscar’s eyes, his movements not ceasing despite the interruption.

His heart pounded in his chest, both from the physical exertion and the knowledge that someone was just on the other side of the door. The danger of being caught only intensified the desire coursing through him. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, “Stay quiet,” before raising his voice just enough to address the person at the door. “What do you need?” he asked, trying to sound casual, though the strain in his voice was impossible to miss.

Through the thick fog of arousal, you could barely make out the muffled reply from the other side—a staff member, saying something about Zak needing Oscar for something important. The words were distant, barely registering as your focus remained on the man above you, who hadn’t stopped moving inside you, each thrust more desperate than the last.

Oscar's strained voice trembled as he tried to maintain composure, thrusting into you with a desperate urgency. The staff member's persistent interruption only added to the heightened intensity of the moment. The staff member’s voice broke through again, apologetic and hesitant. “I’m sorry, Oscar. I know you’re probably in the middle of something important, but Zak insisted.”

Oscar’s eyes flickered with frustration, but beneath it was a spark of something else—excitement, thrill. The idea that you might actually get caught, that someone was just inches away from discovering the two of you in such an intimate moment, only fueled the fire between you. His grip on your mouth tightened slightly, both as a precaution and a subtle reminder of the game you were playing. He had to answer, had to keep up the charade, but the tension between you made it almost impossible to think clearly.

“Okay, I’ll be there in five. Is that quick enough?” he managed to reply, his voice shaking with the effort to remain composed. "Sure, that should do. I'll tell him you'll be there asap," The staff member hesitated before agreeing, his footsteps finally retreating down the hallway. The second the sound of the staff member's footsteps faded, a shared sigh of relief escaped you both, but the momentary fear of exposure had done nothing to quench the heat between you. If anything, it had made it burn hotter.

Oscar’s hand remained firmly over your mouth, his fingers pressing gently against your lips, sending shivers of anticipation through you. The thrill of almost being caught, the desperate need to stay quiet, had heightened every sensation. Your skin tingled with the tension, every nerve ending alive with the thrill of the risk you had just taken. You could feel Oscar’s heartbeat racing in sync with yours, the shared experience only pulling you closer together.

His eyes locked onto yours, darkened with a mix of lust and exhilaration. “Now,” he murmured, his voice low and husky with desire, “where were we?”

His words sent another wave of heat coursing through you, and before you could answer, he was moving again, diving back into the intensity of the moment. This time, every movement, every touch, was laced with the memory of that near miss, the knowledge that you had almost been caught adding a forbidden edge to your passion.

The sense of urgency, of being on the brink of exposure, hung in the air like a drug. Every thrust, every whispered breath, was charged with the excitement of the game you were playing—a game where silence was both your greatest challenge and your ultimate thrill. The fear of discovery had heightened everything, turning the encounter into something more than just physical—it was a test of control, of how far you could push each other while still remaining hidden from the world.

Finally, Oscar’s hand slipped from your mouth, but the intensity of his gaze remained, his eyes reflecting the same thrill that you felt coursing through your own body. “Let’s make sure we don’t get interrupted again,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

You met his gaze with a mischievous smirk, eyes gleaming with playful intent. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” you teased, your voice dripping with sultry defiance. “Fucking me against a door, knowing we could get caught at any moment.”

Oscar’s eyes widened slightly at your boldness, a flicker of surprise crossing his features before he quickly tried to mask it. “Shut up,” he murmured, though the command lacked bite as his teeth grazed your skin, a shiver of arousal passing between you. But before he could capture your lips again, you tilted your head back, purposefully dodging his kiss.

“Admit it,” you continued, your tone daring as you tugged on his hair with a firmer grip, forcing his head back slightly. The action drew a deep, involuntary groan from him, his cheeks flushing as the sensation sent a wave of heat straight to his core. “You love it when I push you like this. Don’t you, Osc?”

His breathing grew heavier, the flustered look in his eyes betraying the calm front he was trying to maintain. He was caught between the thrill of your challenge and the burning need to regain control. But your bratty teasing had sparked something primal in him, something that both frustrated and excited him. “You’re really testing me, aren’t you?” he finally managed, his voice rough with desire.

“Maybe I am,” you shot back, meeting his gaze with a smirk that only fueled the fire between you. “What are you going to do about it?”

That was all it took to ignite the fuse. A low growl rumbled in Oscar’s chest as he grabbed your waist with a renewed intensity, pulling you flush against him. The flush on his cheeks deepened, but there was no mistaking the hunger in his eyes now. “You want to see what I’m going to do about it?” he challenged, his voice low and thick with arousal.

Without another word, Oscar’s grip tightened on your hips, and he began to move again, his pace more relentless and determined than before. He drove into you with a force that took your breath away, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. The sensation of his hands gripping you so possessively, the way he was completely losing himself in the moment, had your heart racing with a mixture of exhilaration and raw need.

“Fuck me harder, Osc,” you whispered, your voice a sultry mix of challenge and surrender. You locked eyes with him, daring him to push you to your limits.

His breath hitched at your words, his arousal spiking as he took in the sight of you—so confident, so in control, yet completely giving yourself over to him in the same moment. The combination was intoxicating, and he couldn’t resist it. “You asked for it,” he breathed out, his voice strained with the effort to keep control even as he felt himself unraveling.

Oscar picked up the pace, finding a rhythm that was fast and desperate, each movement sending you both closer to the edge. Your body trembled with the intensity of it all, the tension building to a fever pitch as the anticipation of release consumed you. Every nerve in your body was on fire, the thrill of his relentless thrusts and the satisfaction of seeing him so worked up because of you pushing you closer and closer to climax.

“I’m so close, Osc,” you moaned breathlessly, your voice laced with both need and triumph as you pressed your forehead against his, your lips brushing together as you shared the electric charge between you.

“Me too,” he groaned, his voice low and guttural, his grip on you tightening as he felt himself teetering on the brink.

The final moments were a blur of sensation and sound, the tension snapping as you both reached the pinnacle of pleasure together. The force of your release hit you like a tidal wave, your whole body shaking with the intensity of it, Oscar following suit as a deep, guttural groan escaped his lips. The pleasure was almost overwhelming, the shared experience of it pulling you even closer together, binding you in the heat of the moment.

As the waves of ecstasy began to subside, your breathing slowly returned to normal, both of you still trembling from the aftermath. Oscar gently pulled out of you, his touch tender as he helped you slide down the door until your feet were back on the ground. He rested his hands against the door on either side of your head, his forehead dropping to your shoulder as you both caught your breath.

With a playful grin, you finally broke the silence. “Do you think they heard us?”

Oscar lifted his head, meeting your gaze with a soft chuckle, the satisfaction clear in his eyes despite the flush still lingering on his cheeks. “Oh, they definitely did,” he replied, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and pride. “I’d be surprised if they didn’t.”

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After fixing his hair in the mirror of his driver's room, Oscar headed toward the hospitality suite’s meeting room. Halfway there, Lando caught up with him, giving him a playful smack on the back of the head.

“Ouch! What was that for?!” Oscar yelped, rubbing the sore spot.

“You know exactly what that was for,” Lando replied, rolling his eyes at the younger driver. “My driver’s room is right next to yours, remember?”

“What are you—” Oscar began, but then realization hit him. “Oh…” His face flushed crimson.

“Yeah, Oscar Piastri! Just, eww!” Lando groaned, pulling a face of exaggerated disgust. “Please never, ever screw my sister in your driver’s room again! My ears will never recover from that. Ugh!”

Oscar’s cheeks burned even brighter as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

“You two were so loud, not even my headphones could drown it out. I had to leave the room, for crying out loud!” Lando complained, casting another exasperated glance at Oscar. “When I said I’d rather see you two happy together than pining like teenagers, I didn’t mean I wanted to hear… that.”

Oscar struggled to find a response. He knew Lando hadn’t been aware that Oscar and you had decided to give things a try, and lying wouldn’t work—Lando knew exactly where she had been at that moment.

The silence stretched on, but Lando eventually broke it. “So, since when have you been sleeping with my sister? For as far as I knew you two weren’t a thing, yet. I knew you guys, you know, messed around a bit, but I didn’t realize it was more than a one-time thing.”

Oscar sighed, the red creeping down his neck. He was stuck. Admitting they were trying to make it work would mean breaking their agreement to keep things private, but saying it was just casual would make it seem like he was using her for sex, which couldn’t be further from the truth.

“Uh…” Oscar stammered, still at a loss. “We… uh…”

Lando softened, sensing Oscar’s dilemma. “You can’t say because you’re not sure where things stand, right?”

Oscar pressed his lips together, unsure how to respond until Lando gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. You don’t have to tell me anything. If there are any developments, I’m sure Y/n will let me know when you’re both ready. Sorry for pushing.”

“It’s okay,” Oscar murmured, his blush slowly fading.

As they reached the meeting room door, Lando grabbed the doorknob but paused before opening it. “Just know I’m fine with you two dating, okay?” he said with a sincere smile. “As long as you don’t ever do that again in a room near mine—my ears can’t take it.”

“Noted,” Oscar replied with a chuckle.

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onesidedradiostatic · 9 months ago

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(After the Respectless Reprise)

Velvette, calling Vox on the phone: VOX!!! End this stypid debate once and for all! What was the color of your turtleneck when you took that damned picture with Valentino?

Vox, picking up the call: Uh... What now?

Velvette: Some of your crazy "fans" cropped that stupid picture I took of you two near his desk with your monitors! They've been going crazy at the color of your stupid turtleneck in the leaked photo

Vox: Right right.... and..... This is my problem because....?

Velvette, muttering under her breath: I swear to god... this is just like that stupid dress thing all over again.....

Vox: The what now?

Velvette: Forget it! Your old arse wouldn't even get it anyway and we don't have the time! That stupid thing blew out of proportion!!! It's been trending on Vitter for Hell's sake so you better do something about it!

Vox: Vel, I don't see the problem. It's just a color for something that happened a long time ago. It shouldn't even matter.

Velvette: Well it does matter because demons—not even just sinners, Vox— have been going at each other's throats about this for hours on end just for the sake of their fanart consistency!

Vox: Fanart consistency?

Velvette: Oh for fuck's sakes, Vox— Aren't you connected to your network right now? You should be able to see just how bad it is in there!!

Vox: Mhm... yeah, yeah... well..... right...

Velvette: Vox. Are you listening to me right now?

Vox: *noncommittal hum* Yeah..... That's better...

*Velvette pauses for a moment before a look of realization crosses her face*

Velvette: Wait... Don't tell me your at your Alastor shrine again instead of at your office?

*Clatter clatter CRASHHH*

Vox: *cough cough cough* H-Huh? What? NOOOOooo... No, no I'm not. What are you talking about Velvette?

*Velvette side glances at Alastor still silently having his mental breakdown before moving onto Lucifer fiddling with his tie and cane as he refuses to meet anyone in the eyes*

Velvette: Yeaaah.... Right.

Vox: A-ActUALLY!! I was just about to go there. To— to my office I mean. I mean, I just came from an important meeting after all!! Yes, a very very important meeting. With uh.... About– Sinflix! Yes, yes Sinflix. You know how that annoying little parasite has been taking some of our profits with all their 'free services' shtick that we've been losing money in the other Rings.

Velvette: Right. Right. (I don't care)So... your turtleneck color?

Vox: RIGHT!!! *Ding ding ding!* Yeah, about that I uh....

*Side glances at the scarce remains of his closet that was once full of multiple variations of turtlenecks colored red, orange, yellow, and even blue. Some of them actually being striped. There was a sell in one of the secondhand-me-down shops if you buy in bulk back in the day when he first fell into Hell. And he wasn't one to pass up a bang for your buck. Unfortunately, he also had to burn a lot of them after Velvette joined team to avoid her wrath. And now he can't remember which one he wore during that picture*

Vox: Well... About that, I don't.... actually remember?

Velvette: You don't sound so sure of yourself.

Vox: Well, the picture itself is faded so some of the color has changed. Not to mention the lightning.

Let me ask Tino if he remembers.

(I hope you enjoy this. Someone please sedate me)

oh my fucking god (reference to this, and this, and the turtleneck discourse is just this entire fucking tag. basically we've been spending the last 2 days debating about vox's stupid fucking turtleneck)

literally everything being referenced is giving me fucking whiplash HELSPGKOS vox himself getting into the debate because he doesn't remember is hilarious

only thing I will have to correct there is that vox does in fact own netflix in hell so it's voxflix not sinflix

considering maintagging this and putting it out into the wild with zero context (until they check the links)

EDIT:

misunderstood whoops here's the clarification LMAO

#ask #osrs.txt #hazbin velvette #hazbin hotel velvette #velvette #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel vox #vox #radiostatic #staticradio #onewaybroadcast #vox's stupid fucking turtleneck #respectless anons #lucifer's commissions saga #am I really tagging 3 of these in a single fucking post holy shit

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super-ion · 9 months ago

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Ion & Emily - Best Friends

(Just a little bridging chapter between "How It All Started" and "Unexpected Company")

“She kissed you!?”

Sarah is literally bouncing with excitement while I blush and try not to make a bashful little grin.

It's weird. I'm still not exactly sure how it happened. She kind of adopted me and we just sorta platonically clicked.

I am now best friends with Lady Lacuna.

(Pause here for inner fangirl screaming - seriously though, she's super cool and we hang out all the time in each other's lairs)

“Oh my god! Jen has a girlfriend!”

“Technically Ion has a girlfriend… well, I don't actually know, it's not exactly official. The whole kidnapping thing is kinda weird for genuine conversations.”

I ponder this for a bit before letting out a frustrated sigh and peer back at the circuit board I'm working on for her.

“I… I don't want Ion to be the only side of me she sees. Like I want to spend time with her as Jen. You know?”

Sarah flops back on the sofa next to the bench where I'm working.

“Then ask her out. You two text all the time, she's obviously into you. Text her right now and ask her.”

“Yeah, but what about the whole secret identity thing?”

“Eh,” she says with a dramatic shrug. “That's half the fun. Honestly, I'd be surprised if she hasn't figured it out already.”

I frown and chew my lip.

“Text her. Right now. Get on your phone and ask her out as Jen.”

“It's not that easy,” I protest.

“It totally is.”

“But-”

With a wave of her hand a tiny portal opens up over the workbench and she snatches my phone.

“Hey!” I shout, fumbling with the soldering iron as I scramble to get to the couch where she is now cackling maniacally and tapping away.

“Dear Emily,” she says. “I think you're really hot and we should get married.”

“What?? No! Give me that!”

I tackle her and somehow manage to wrestle the phone out of her grip. It's not as bad as what she just said, but she's still texted Emily. “

Me, 5:21pm

Hey, are you busy Friday night?

“Oh, you are evil,” I growl.

“Duh, I'm a super villain,” she replies with a wicked grin.

I look at my phone and watch three little dots dancing on the screen. Emily is typing a response. I grip my phone with both hands, watching as the dots dance in and out of existence as she composes a reply. Sarah sits next to me, craning her neck to watch the screen and grinning expectantly.

We both wait with bated breath. Finally (finally!) the phone pings.

Emily, 5:23pm

Nope! Anything in particular you want to do? :)

Oh god… she signed it with a smiley face. This is happening.

“What… what do I want to do??” I ask with a wide eyed beseeching look to Sarah.

“Ambient music cocktail hour at the modern art museum.”

I blink at her in surprise.

“That's a thing?"

“Yeah, totally,” she says. “A girl I dated last year was super into that sort of stuff. I think you'd like it.”

I do a quick search and yes, it is in fact a thing that happens on the second Friday of each month. Huh…

I take a fortifying breath and tap out a response.

A few seconds later:

Emily, 5:31

Oh! That sounds awesome! I'll pick you up at 6?

“Yes!” Sarah whoops and pulls me into a tight hug. “When you get married, you have to make me the maid of honor!”

I smirk as I extract myself from the couch to finally finish the upgrades to her boots.

“Enough about me,” I grumble. “How did your date last night go?”

“Uuuugh,” she says, leaning back with a dramatic sigh. “It was awful. He kept trying to mansplain quantum physics to me. Like I totally don't have a PhD in high energy particle dynamics. Seriously, I'm swearing off men forever.”

“Didn't you swear off men forever last month?”

She scrunches up her face and glares at me.

“Yeah, but I mean it this time.”

“Uh-huh…”

I watch her as she sulkily pulls out her phone.

“Have you ever thought about dating another super?”

She frowns and looks at me with a questioning glance.

“I mean… you're always complaining about everyone you date. Maybe you need someone who can meet you on your level?”

An expression flickers on her face, something I've rarely seen, a strange sort of uncertainty and vulnerability. It's gone in a moment and she cracks a smile.

“Relationships between villains can be prickly,” she says. “You remember when Reverb and Osprey leveled half the fashion district? Lovers quarrel.”

Yeah, that brawl was a whole entire thing. I guess I can see how strong villain personalities might cause some issues.

“Unless you mean I should date a hero?” she says with a strained laugh. “Wouldn't that be a hoot?”

Okay, there is definitely some history there, but I'm not going to poke at it.

Instead, I turn my attention back to the boots and slip the circuit board into the heel before running some diagnostics. The heels aren't like stilletos or anything, they're decently sturdy, but still, they've gotta be at least 4 inches.

“How do you even fight in these?” I ask.

“Practice,” she says, not looking up from her phone. “After beating childhood cancer and getting a PhD at 19, learning how to run and fight in heels seemed like the next logical life goal.”

“I could never,” I muse “I'd probably break my ankle in five minutes.”

“Skill issue,” she replies.

I gasp indignantly and she gives me a wink and a cheeky smile. She's not wrong. I mean, I probably could if I really wanted to. But I didn't really want to. I'm tall enough without heels.

“Well…” I say, “they're calibrating now. The updated control loop should boost performance and help you stick more landings.”

“You're the best!” she says, bounding to her feet to examine my work.

“Hey, you wanna rob a jewelry store or something?” I ask.

She narrows her eyes at me.

“You're trying to get out of training aren't you?”

“Yeah…” I admit, hunching my shoulders.

“Jen…” she sighs. “I watched your last fight. You keep missing bunny boy’s right hook. You're going to keep missing it if you don't practice.”

“Nobody told me being a super villain would be so much work,” I grumble.

But I'm already sullenly climbing to my feet and unzipping my sweatshirt as we head to the fighting pit.

Oh, I think I forgot to mention, I'm in Lady Lacuna’s evil lair, which totally used to be Doctor Magma’s evil lair. We're walking past all sorts of diabolical apparatus, like a whole entire mad science laboratory. It is the absolute coolest shit you can imagine. Like imagine the coolest evil lair of evil, now double the coolness of that. That's about where I am when I come to visit this place.

So here I am, about to enter the fighting pit with my best friend where she will proceed to kick my ass for an hour. Not gunna lie, it's actually a really good workout by itself. Even if I still get knocked around by Jackrabbit's right hook, I'm still in the best shape of my life.

I still can't believe how much my life has changed since I got powers. I love what I do and I have more money than I know what to do with. I have a best friend now. I (Ion) have a girlfriend (probably). I (Jen) have a date with that same girl on Friday.

Yeah, life's pretty good.

I feel like I'm ready for anything life has to throw at me.

#my writing #lesbian #transgender #supervillain oc #ion & emily #writers on tumblr

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mickimagnum · 1 year ago

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Devin's Dude Ranch: Episode Four

*the episode opens with a shot of Echo Valley Ranch. the sun sits low in the graying sky and the trees cast their long shadows across the ground.*

Devin, in diary room: "Tonight is our first group date and I'm so excited to get to spend more quality to time with the guys! I mean, I've missed them! Is that weird?" *lets out an unintentional snort laugh* "I know I just saw them all yesterday for the nectar making contest, but it's not like we actually got a chance to talk or bond or anything. So, yeah. I'm looking forward to tonight."

*next shot shows the contestants lined up in front of Devin. They are standing in the backyard of the house.*

Devin: "Hi guys! I hope you're all excited as I am about tonight because it's our first group date!"

*the contestants whoop in reply which makes Devin grin and blush slightly*

Devin (continues): "I know it's a little chilly out, but I have just the thing to keep us warm..."

Devin: "A weenie roast!"

*enthusiastic murmuring spreads among the contestants*

Devin: "Alright, why don't we head over to the fire pit and get comfortable?"

*everyone chooses a seat around an already roaring fire and looks to Devin expectantly. there's a beat of uncomfortable silence that follows.*

Devin: "So...you'll all have to forgive me if I'm a bit awkward. This is my first time going on a date with five dudes at the same time."

*chuckles ripple throughout the group*

Devin (continues): "There are dinner kits next to everyone's chairs if you're hungry. Otherwise, I thought we could just talk. Get to know each other better. To get things going I thought we could go around and all share something fun about ourselves. How about what's the silliest thing you've ever searched on the internet?"

*the group laughs again*

Stan: "Only if you go first, missy."

*more laughter, with Devin joining in*

Devin: "Alright, fair enough."

*she pauses a moment to consider her answer while the group looks on*

Devin: *chokes on a laugh* "Oh my Watcher. I can't believe I'm about to admit this to you guys. Okay. So, my cousin, Lacey, got me an AirTag because, and you should all know this about me, I am infamous for losing my keys. Well, needless to say, I lost 'em. But for the life of me, I couldn't remember exactly how she said the AirTag worked, so I pulled out my phone and searched," *pauses, covers her mouth with her hand, and squeezes her eyes shut* "Find my keys."

*the group howls with laughter*

Devin: "I know! I know! It was so dumb! But cut me some slack, okay? I'm not the most technically savvy!"

*as the laughter subsides, she turns to Houston*

Devin: "Your turn, cowboy."

Houston: "Hmmm....," *settles back in his seat and thinks for a few beats*

Houston (continues): "Alright. This one seems silly now, in hindsight. But, it was really late at night and I hadn't had much sleep and I had been writing for almost ten hours straight. But, I searched," *pauses briefly and smiles to himself*, "Does grammatical phrasing and ending dictate the relationship between syntax and the poetic line?"

*the group is so quiet the only sound are the crickets singing in the background*

Milo: "I don't get it."

*Devin looks slightly confused*

Houston: "Well, you see..."

Stan: "Don't even try, man. We're all too dumb to understand."

*the group breaks out into laughter again*

Handra: "I'll go next."

Devin: "Awesome. Let's hear it!"

Handra: "I'm kinda ashamed to admit, but this is something I have searched for on more than one occasion," *surprised hissing emanates from the people around him* "Yeah, I know. But, I can never remember which one is the damn salad fork."

*Handra laughs nervously*

Albert: "Wait, didn't you also work in a restaurant?"

*Handra's head droops*

Handra: "Yes."

Devin: "Well, I don't think you'll have to worry about that around here. My philosophy is one fork for everything."

Houston: "Who has time for all those extra dishes, am I right?"

*Devin glances over and grins at Houston*

Devin: "Nail. Head."

*the two share a moment of eye contact before Stan clears his throat*

Stan: "Well, mine was an almost search. I started to type it in and thought it was too stupid and stopped myself."

Albert: "Oh, I gotta hear this."

*Devin looks to Albert*

Devin: "*Bleep*, me too."

*Stan grins and chuckles to himself*

Stan: "As I'm sure y'all have figured out by now, I'm very fond of my coffee. Well, one day I almost searched caffeine overdose. Isn't that ridiculous? Can you imagine?"

*Devin glances around the group with a worried expression*

Devin: "Umm...Stan. Caffeine overdose is a real thing. I mean, it's not super common, but it even kills people."

*Stan's face falls*

Stan: "What?"

*His eyes search the faces of the other contestants who are nodding to him in confirmation*

Stan: "Well, *bleep*."

*Houston reaches over and pats Stan on his shoulder*

Houston: "Sorry, buddy."

Milo: "I guess I'll go, " *he sighs and leans forward, resting his arm on his leg*, "I don't have the best memory. Probably because I've been hit in the head too many times. But, to make a long story short, I couldn't member my Mom's phone number so i had to search it after I got a new phone," *buries his face in his hand and laughs* "Which is really, really sad."

*the group laughs meekly, almost as if unsure if they should or just feel sorry for him*

Devin: "Awww! I'm not going to lie. I've been there. I mean, not with family. but with someone else I probably should have known their number."

Milo: "Thanks, Devin. At least I know I'm not alone."

*Devin winks across the fire at Milo*

Devin: "You're up, Albert."

Albert: "Can you milk cowplants?"

*the group sits in stunned silence for a moment, processing what Albert just said*

Albert (continues): "That was my search. And I already know what you ranchers are going to say," *holds up his hand to use a puppet and takes his voice up an octave* "Of course cowplants don't product milk, Albert. They're not actually cows. They're aliens," *his voice shifts back to normal* "Thank you, everyone. I found that out when I searched."

*Albert laughs and plants his face in the palm of his hand*

*the group bursts out into laughter, everyone except Stan*

*Stan has Albert locked in a steely stare, the hot dog he's been roasting now turning black in the open flame*

*indistinct conversation and laughter can be heard as a low buzz begins to fade in*

*conversations fade out as the buzz grows louder*

*Stan's glare begins shifting to each of the men around the fire*

Stan, in diary room: "I don't know what happened. I was just sitting there, and suddenly a wave of...intense jealousy came over me. Getting Devin's attention in this pack of wolves feels *bleep*ing impossible. This is going to be so much harder than I thought."

*the camera cuts back to the campfire. everyone is locked in their own conversations.*

Houston: "You know, I'm not exactly a fan of technology, either."

Devin: "Oh yeah?"

*Houston nods solemnly*

Houston: "Since the war."

*Devin's face softens*

Devin: "It's okay if you don't want to talk about it."

Houston: "No. It's okay. I want you to know."

*she nods and leans closer*

Houston: "It's just, that I've seen what we've made technology into. What it's capable of. The horrors it can inflict. I guess, it's made me not trust it."

Devin: "I don't think anyone can fault you for that. Least of all me."

*the two lock eyes and share a moment of comfortable silence*

*after an obvious time lapse, the next shot is focused on Devin*

Devin: "Guys, this has been a lot fun but unfortunately, it's time to call it a night. I hope you had as much fun as I did."

*everyone gets to their feet, hug Devin, and begin making their way into the house*

*Devin begins to head inside when Houston hurries behind her*

Houston: "Devin! Wait!"

*Devin glances over her shoulder before stopping in her tracks and turning to wait for Houston to catch up*

Houston: "This is probably against the rules or whatever, but I don't care."

*he reaches out, takes her hand, and pulls her gently against him.*

*Devin smiles in surprise*

Houston (continues): "I've been dying to do this and I couldn't wait any longer."

*Houston wraps his arm around Devin's waist and as she drapes hers across his shoulder. their faces are inches apart*

Devin: "So do it, already."

*she now cradles his face, her eyes burning into his*

*Houston smiles down at her*

*after a beat Houston leans forward, eagerly kissing Devin for the first time.*

*she meets his lips with a soft moan*

*Houston gently tightens his grip on her*

Houston, in diary room: "A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell. But, suffice to say, this is one of my most magical nights of my life."

Devin, in diary room: "He kissed me. He *bleep*ing kissed me." *swoons*

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fallen-gravity · 1 year ago

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Conquering the Inner Ghost

Everything is supposed to be back to normal.

Molly and Ollie are back on great terms again, and Scratch no longer has to worry about being hunted down by ghost-hunting traps everywhere he goes.

Everything should be normal, anyway.

Ollie still flinches every time Scratch moves towards him. Scratch notices that he's still flinching every time he moves towards him.

Notes:

This is supposed to take place sometime relatively soon after Ollie's breakdown at the end of Unhaunting, but it could honestly fit in anywhere in season two after Frightmares. It could even fit in post-Carbon Zero Heroes! It could even fit in five or six years down the line! Intrusive thoughts don't wait for when they're convenient, they just show up whenever they feel like it. But for the sake of the story this comes before Carbon Zero Heroes, and before All in the Mind where Molly has more time to bond with them.

AO3

Everything was supposed to go back to normal.

Well, Molly’s version of normal, anyway.

Now that Ollie’s sworn off of ghost hunting forever and started dedicating his time to “engoodifying” the world in other ways, he and Molly have been spending significantly more and more time together. It seems like anytime Molly’s not out with Libby or Andrea, she’s cozying up in her room with Ollie, doing a terrible job at hiding the fact that she clearly still has feelings for the kid. Even worse, Ollie seems to be none the wiser, but Scratch just chalks that up to the fact that he’s also doing a horrible job hiding his own feelings for her.

It’s gross. If not for being too lazy, Scratch would pack up his dollhouse and move it into Darryl’s room so he doesn’t ever have to see them being all mushy like that ever again. But…as much as he hates to admit it, he almost prefers things this way, because Scratch has never seen Molly happier than when she’s with Ollie. He’ll take those googly eyes over Molly lamenting over him by laying face-down on her bed and groaning loudly into her pillow any day.

Not to mention that Ollie’s been making large, active strides to being nice to him, too. The louder, more selfish part of Scratch is happy to admit that part’s over with, because that means he can actually start going places with Molly again without having to worry about being caught in another Spectral Snare or having a gun pointed at his head. Ever since the encounter with Blair at the video store, it’s been all smooth sailing from there.

Well, mostly.

Except for one glaring problem.

Which is why everything is not back to normal, despite Molly’s claims that they are.

Despite Ollie’s claims that he’s done hunting ghosts, and despite his claim that he’s gonna work his hardest to become a friend of all ghosts, just like Molly, the kid’s doing an awful job at hiding the fact that he’s still afraid of him, despite time and time again claiming that he isn’t. And okay, sure, maybe it was pretty hilarious at first, watching him jump and flinch every time Ollie noticed Scratch floating over his shoulder, and a petty little part of him thought it was deserved, but come on! Now he’s not even trying to scare the kid, and it still seems like he’s afraid for his life every time Molly leaves them in a room alone for more than two minutes.

What’s the deal with that? Scratch thought they were over walking on eggshells around him after Ollie practically used him as a snot rag when he was crying over how guilty he felt for how he treated ghosts. That wasn’t all an act, was it? Because if it was, and he’s still conspiring with his family, he’ll-!

“Whoops!” Molly’s exclamation spooks Scratch out of his thoughts, and he shakes his head to clear his mind.

Oh yeah.

He’d almost forgotten.

Ollie’s here right now.

He and Molly are squished up next to each other under a hastily-made blanket fort on her bedroom floor, watching a B-grade horror movie the two of them had discovered had a cult-following online. Scratch had gotten so caught up in his head that he’d also somehow forgotten that he agreed to watch the movie with them, seeing as he was sitting on Molly’s other side.

“What’s wrong?” Ollie frowns, sitting up to meet Molly’s gaze. She meets his worried look with a playful snort, and taps at the empty bowl in front of her.

“All out of kettle corn! I’ll go see if I can get us some more” She smiles, and stands to stretch before she turns to face the two of them. “You two behave yourselves,” she squints teasingly, and points to the laptop. “And I know how awful you both are with spoilers, so pause that for me until I get back”

“On it, McGee” Scratch salutes sarcastically, but Molly, ever used to his shenanigans, simply grins at him before disappearing down the attic steps with the empty bowl tucked under her arm. Scratch rolls his eyes at her, and moves to grab Molly’s laptop so he can pause the movie, but…

Ollie flinches at the gesture.

As a matter of fact, not only does he flinch at the very simple gesture of Scratch moving slightly closer to him, but he also curls in on himself, bringing his knees to his chest and sighing loudly.

Scratch groans.

Nothing’s gonna change unless he says something, is it? ‘Cause Ollie’s clearly hit a wall with Molly, and she’s not even the one he’s flinching at.

Curse Molly and her empathy for rubbing off on him.

Scratch sighs, rubbing at his temples. “Okay, kid, I have to ask. What could I possibly still be doing wrong?”

“Huh?” Ollie pulls his head from where he’d buried it into his knees. “What do you mean?”

Okay, no flinch at being directly addressed. That’s a good sign.

“What do you mean, what do I mean?” Scratch crosses his arms, doing a terrible job at hiding all the frustration in his voice. “What’s with all the flinching? All the acting like I’m out to get you? Is there something I’m still not doing right? How else could I possibly prove to you that I’m not out to get you or Molly?”

Ollie blinks at that, and adjusts his sitting position so he’s not completely curled in on himself anymore. He opens his mouth, closes it, visibly pauses to think, and just when Scratch thinks that Ollie’s about to drop his nice-boy facade and go on a vigilante ramble about protecting those he loves most, or whatever, he…droops.

“...Oh,” is all he says, which genuinely catches Scratch off-guard. “So you did notice,” he says, but then he scrunches his face in like he feels like an idiot for saying that out loud, like he’s aware how obvious he’s being about it. He finally seems to find the courage to look Scratch in the eyes, and as awful as Scratch is at reading people just from their expressions, even he can see that the kid just looks…tired. Truly, genuinely tired, not in any way that could be fixed by a good night’s rest.

And, well….Scratch knows that feeling all too well.

“Can I…tell you a secret?” Ollie mumbles, which catches Scratch even more off-guard. If not for being the only other person in the room, Scratch would be sure Ollie was talking to someone else. “And…” he starts to curl in on himself. “...Can you promise not to tell Molly?”

Scratch raises an eyebrow at that, but before he has any time to question why Molly isn’t allowed to know such crucial information, Ollie quickly waves his hands around to defend himself.

“N-not because it has anything to do with her, promise!” He squeaks. “Or ghost hunting. Or any of that.” He pauses, and turns a little red in embarrassment. “O-okay, actually, it might have to do a little bit with ghost hunting, but I promise it’s not because I plan to start back up again”

Well, Scratch will give him that. If he really were trying to start up ghost hunting again, why would he go to a ghost about it? Especially one who could very easily go and tell Molly about it?

Scratch sighs, his form drooping and relaxing around him. “Alright, kid, I’ll bite. What’s on your mind?”

That must’ve been some incredibly poor choice of phrasing for whatever Ollie wants to talk about, because his face momentarily goes pale before he’s quick to recover himself.

Ollie sighs heavily as he looks towards the ground, no longer able to look Scratch in the eyes despite having just asked to talk to him specifically. Scratch decides it’s best not to question it, because he has a feeling they’re going to be here all night if he does.

“It’s just that…” Ollie mumbles, and tugs on the sleeve of his jacket. “I keep having all of these…thoughts. And daydreams. And nightmares. And I can’t make them go away no matter how much I try to get them to.” He looks at his shaking hands, but doesn’t let Scratch ask any questions before he can continue. “I keep having all of these awful thoughts about ghosts. Every time I’m in a room by myself, I keep thinking some ghost is gonna jump out and attack me. Every time I leave the house I feel like a group of those Frightmares are gonna come back and attack my family while they’re vulnerable. I locked all of my old ghost hunting weapons away in one of my old moving boxes in the closet, but I keep thinking that someone’s gonna come at me in my bed while I sleep. Even when I sleep, I have these nightmares about being stalked, about being kidnapped, about…so much worse”

He starts curling in on himself.

“Worst of all? I still find myself having those thoughts about you. I shouldn’t, and I don’t want to, but every once in a while I have these thoughts that you’re gonna do something to me the moment Molly leaves the room. I know you’re not, but it’s like the muscle memory part of my brain won’t buy it.” He raises his hands in defense again. “I’ve never had any thoughts about hurting or doing anything to you, so you don’t need to worry about any of that, but…” He sighs. “If you’re starting to notice when I get all jittery and nervous, it’s only a matter of time before she starts noticing, too”

He meets Scratch’s gaze again, like despite all of this venting he’s the one who needs to make a promise to make it all better. “I don’t want to act on these thoughts, I never want to hurt a ghost or any other supernatural creatures ever again, but they won’t stop”

Ollie brings his knees to his chest again and buries his face in them. Scratch can’t make out the look on his face anymore, but the sound of his broken, shuddering breathing is unmistakable.

Scratch is…baffled. He wasn’t sure what to expect when Oliver “comes to Molly for everything because she’s the most reliable person he knows” Chen came to him for a crisis, Scratch “will sell your soul for one spicy chip and spill any secret to everyone he knows if it’s funny enough” McGee, but it certainly wasn’t…that.

He’s…speechless. Sure, he’s always been awful at providing comfort, but rendering him completely speechless is a feat that even Molly finds hard to achieve.

Scratch awkwardly pats Ollie on the shoulder. “I don’t understand…” he replies, much softer than he intended to. “If you’re having all these awful thoughts about me, why come to me? Why not go right to Molly?”

Ollie whips his head up at that, his face going pale again. “Are you crazy? I can’t do that! Do you have any idea how she’d react if I told her all of that? She’d never trust me again! She’s gonna think I’m backsliding!” He starts tugging on his hair. “If she finds out I’m having all of these awful thoughts of ghosts being awful she’s gonna hate me! She’ll never speak to me again!”

Scratch feels terrible for the kid.

He really does! He feels awful. He knows better than anyone what it’s like to feel like you’re the worst person in the whole universe. He knows better than anyone what it’s like to feel like all the eyes in the world are turning towards you as daggers.

But…does he really think that’s all there is to it? Does this kid really think that one or two bad thoughts he doesn’t even plan to act on makes him the scum of the earth? Does Ollie really think that someone like Molly would stop talking to him when she talks to a ghost like him every day?

Scratch doesn’t even realize that he’d started laughing at the thought until Ollie reacts.

“Hey! I’m serious!” He squeaks. “She’d hate me! I’m a terrible person!”

“Take it easy, kid!” Scratch wipes a tear from his eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you for being upset”

Ollie blushes. “Then what’s so funny?”

“I’m laughing ‘cause they’re called intrusive thoughts for a reason, kid.”

“I don’t…” Ollie starts, but pauses to tilt his head. “I don’t follow.”

“You think you’re a terrible person for having intrusive thoughts? Puh-lease. If having intrusive thoughts made you as terrible a criminal as you make it seem, then I should be jailed for the rest of my afterlife.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…” Scratch sighs, scrubbing his hands down his face. “If you’re a bad person just for having bad thoughts, even those you don’t listen to, then what am I still doing here? I struggle with bad thoughts all the time and you don’t see me doing anything about them, do you?”

Ollie blinks. “I hardly see you do anything at all.”

Scratch squints. “Insult aside, my point is that they’re just thoughts, kid. If you’re having all these awful thoughts and you’re actively recognizing that you’re bad, how can that make you a bad person? A real bad person wouldn’t even blink an eye. A real bad person would act on those thoughts without a second thought.” Scratch grabs both of Ollie’s shoulders and shakes him gently. “I know you’ve got this whole savior complex thing going on, but I’ve said it to Molly and I’ll say it to you, too. You’re human. You can’t save everyone. And, well, you’re going to have awful thoughts for no reason sometimes. That’s just how people are.”

“But…” Ollie frowns. “Mine aren’t for no reason. I did hurt all of those ghosts, and I did used to act on all of those awful thoughts.”

Scratch raises an eyebrow. “But you stopped, didn’t you? And you’re not listening to those thoughts anymore. Trust me, I know a lot of ghosts who promise to do one thing but fall right back into their own habits the next day. Maybe you were that person then, but you’re not that person now.” Scratch taps at his head. “Your brain’s still fixating on ghost hunting? How’s about it starts going after the ones in your mind? ‘Cause those ghosts are gonna keep eating you alive if you never confront them.” He firmly shakes Ollie by the shoulders again. “Trust me. I know.”

For a few moments, Ollie doesn’t say a word. His eyes just dart nervously around Scratch’s form, but it’s not long before Ollie’s entire body relaxes and his shoulders droop in Scratch’s arms.

“You’re…” Ollie smiles shyly. “You’re right. Thank you”

Scratch smirks, releasing Ollie’s shoulder from his grip to cross his arms across his chest once more. “Don’t thank me too soon.”

Ollie tilts his head again. “How’s that?”

“You have to talk to Molly about this. If you don’t tell her, I will”

“What?!” Ollie squeaks. “I told you I can’t do that! Thoughts or no, she’s gonna think I’m backsliding!”

Scratch only snorts in response. “Molly’s still friends with me, isn’t she? I’m the grouchiest, meanest person she knows and she’s still friends with me. She’s the most patient and understanding person you’re ever gonna meet. I’m sure she’d be happy to recount how long and hard she worked to get me to tolerate her hugs to the point of reciprocating them” Scratch rolls his eyes, but shakes his head when he realizes he’s starting to get off-topic. “Point is that she’s loving. She wants to help those she cares about and she’s not gonna turn away someone who’s struggling no matter the cause. You saw how hard she worked to chip away at you when you were still active in your family business, didn’t you? I’d be shocked if she weren't already ready to work twice as hard to help you figure things out now that you’re actively separated from it.”

Scratch pauses, and mumbles his next thought, but not nearly quiet enough for Ollie not to hear. “...plus, you know, you make her really happy, and I like seeing her happy, so I’d get upset if you stopped talking to her because of some stupid thoughts. Hunt you down and haunt you for all eternity, and all that”

He’s feeling too shy to put any real feelings into that threat, but Ollie seems to understand the general message of it all. His eyes turn to stars, and he squeals quietly as he grabs Scratch in a hug. If Scratch weren’t so used to the gesture already from Molly, it would’ve caught him off-guard for sure.

“Awww, Molly’s right!! You really are a softie!!”

Scratch blushes at that, but before he can awkwardly reciprocate with a pat on the head, the sound of Molly starting her ascent back up the attic stairs startles Scratch out of his thoughts. He quickly (and gently) shoves Ollie out of the way, quick to put his grumpy facade right back on like a mask.

“I thought I told you we weren’t there yet” He crosses his arms, squinting at the swoopy-haired boy in front of him.

Ollie only laughs in response. “Right, right, sorry” he grins teasingly, all the fear from earlier nowhere to be found.

#my writing #the ghost and molly mcgee #tgamm #molly mcgee #scratch the ghost #scratch mcgee #ollie chen #oliver chen

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ohmygillygoshoppler · 8 months ago

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Let's hear them secret scientist headcannons, Ma. Pretty please 🙏🥺

huehuheuheuhwlhbsjhbclah~ y’all know what it is, mostly rambling I wrote most of this waiting for the dentist lol

Drew (Audrey do not call her that omg Saturday)

Mama’s albino. Isee it with my eyes and just feel it in my bones. She’s pale, her hair is pale, I she even had baby blues in TGIS so, yeah.

Drew isn’t a huge fan of chocolate, opposites since Mom Monday had a thing for cocoa. Maybe she doesn’t have a thing for sweets in general? Like I can see Drew as more of a FoodSnack person rather than SweetSnack person. She’ll be like, “I want a snack,” And spend like 2 hours prepping the stuff for a food item that will be gone in 20 minutes and somehow, she’ll find a way to convince Doc to “help” with the cleanup after.

She always wanted a big family, But only managed to have Zak. She loves her family regardless, it's just not the way she thought they'd be. I mean, come on; Her and Doc are so romantic all the time, like there’s no way they woulda stopped at just one. If she could have given Zak a sibling, she would have, but it wasn’t in the cards. So, adoption, lmao.

My girl is a mystic through and through but she is not mystically inclined. She could tear out her hair and make a deal with the devil, and still not be able to conjure her own magic at all, but she is so well versed in it, you’d think she was a sorcerer or something. (Maybe she could, oh I dunno, help her magical buddies out with that know-how, huh?)

Doc “Solomon” Saturday

My guy has some serious PTSD and OCD issues that he hasn’t quite sorted out, and I’ll bet he’s scared to go into it given all the times he’s started talking about it, only to immediately shut himself up about it.

Like, seriously, my man needs a therapist.

I’m laughing and wringing my hands together like Argost himself thinking about all the fun times we’re gonna have with mr. Magic Doesn’t Exist now that he’s gotta help his new Angel Daughter find her friends. Sorry Solomon, but you’re gonna have an aneurysm.

Doyle Blackwell **Professional Uncle

Such a cool dude, he can’t drink alcohol because he’s too cool to get buzzed (he's allergic to alcohol and will turn beet red after one drink help this poor man)

I get a lot of, “I dont deserve an apartment,” vibes from this guy so I say he needs more “Chillin at home with the fam,” And less “Shitty hostels wherever the cheapest.” Also man needs a gf (or bf, ffs nobody want him fr!!11!)

He's bi, and I know cuz he told me lmao

Paul Cheechoo (Uncle Bear!👏🏼 Uncle Bear! 👏🏼Uncle Bear!👏🏼)

Okokokokok, so I am super super projecting here because Cheechoo deadass reminds me of an uncle who is A.) also native af, we’re not Inuit but were fuckin n8v; and B.) also a fuckin geologist lesgoooooo

So guys got a big family, huge actually. Lots of cousins and nieces and nephews and aunties and uncles and such- making it a bit hard and a bit sad keeping the whole Secret Scientist thing away from his family. Especially after the Weird world incident when he became withdrawn from them, fearing Argost might do something horrible to his kin. So, he kept mostly to himself, confiding only in his fellow scientists.

I feel like his sarcasm and friendly demeanor is so sweet and endearing, especially for someone so friggin big, I mean good god- Look at this man. The friendly giant trope always gets me, so what? BUT! That being said, I’d like to think that sometimes my guy forgets how big he is… Like, we’ve seen how this guy gets tossed around like a ragdoll, maybe he also forgets he’s a brick shithouse, given all the times he’s gotten his ass whooped.

Man is Golden Retriever coded, and I wanna eat him alive for it./pos

Arthur Fuckin Beeman

My man! *kills him again and again and again and again an-*

Also, I love how we all saw this man, we all looked at each other, and we all said, “Yeah, he's autistic af.” Like, it's very clear that this man’s brain works… differently from others.

My brother once said, Liaos from Dungeon Meshi if he didn’t want to eat the aliens he just wanted to hang out and honestly…. Werk.

Does this man deserve an arc? Not really, but do I wanna put him in a few fucked up situations? Hang him upside down and shake him till all his tokens fall out? Maybe. Maybe Zak’ll help me, too. Shit…

Miranda Grey (Big Grey)

Ooooooohohohohohohohohoooo~ We hardly got anything with you, Doctor. Which means I can do whatever, and I both hate and love that-

I know you love your sister~ I know you’re sad about her betrayal~~ I know you’re hurting, girly, I know your devastated inside and you can’t do anything about it because so much shit is falling apart around you and now your sister fucked over the only people you can call friends, fuck you Miranda! Eat shit and die! ILY!!

I reeeeeeaaaaly think she’s guilty about what she’s done to the Saturdays, especially Zak, so maybe she might try and say or do something to try and make amends, but how? Thats a good question… I wanna know too, lmao.

Abbey Grey (Little Grey)

Ooooooooooooooooh~~~

I have plans for you, stupid bitch……

Agent Ex husband

The scariest mfer in all existence, most stifled man in all existence, omg. If War were ever made a fucking human, Epsilon would be his fate, and holy fuck- Yeah. Stoic? Check. Bound by a strict code of ethics/honor? Check. Big As Shit? Check. Scary????? Umm, yeah. My mans a Horseman.

Wants to be loved. Wants to rest. Wants to have a cigarette for the first time in years. Wants some coffee with extra cream and sugar. Does he deserve it? No,not really. But he does need it. His soul needs a good kneading, like dough.

However, he is fucked up for the way he raised Francis and how he’s always shutting hom down and telling him how his thoughts don’t matter like, damn, just tell the boy he aint shit why dont you-

I feel like, if I give Francis an arc, Epsilon should have one too. I wanna know more about him- surprise surprise- and what makes him tick. We see in the show that there is some care for Francis, we see as much when he gets so mad at Francis for not quickly following his instructions, but that begs the question; does he actually care, or is he protecting his interests, so to speak? Lots to learn, lots to pick apart.

#the secret saturdays #doc saturday #drew saturday #doyle blackwell #Doctor Cheechoo #Doctor Beeman #Miranda Grey #Abbey Grey #Agent Epsilon #TSS The Secret Scientists

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HI ME AGAIN . Glad you appreciate the asks because here's another. I just finished the posted script, and I'll be moving on to the fic soon! There were SO MANY THINGS I loved outside of just the Byler (which I will no doubt scream about via Ao3 once I get to the fic version of those moments), and I started to write them down but only once I got to episode five, so unfortunately I forgot most of them. However here's a few anyway:

All the scenes with El, Lucas, and Max were SO SWEET. Them working together to save and hide her, them talking about love, just—ALL OF. I love that trio in general and the focus on them in the script is great ❤️

Argyle and Will's talk was so sweet :( I especially love the added dimension you gave Argyle in that scene, outside of just "comic relief stoner dude" (and the plants!!! he named the plants after all his friends!!! so SWEET)

That cut from Jonathan incredulously asking Nancy "What? You and Steve just spend all your time—" to Dustin yelling "Fuck!" in frustration was HILARIOUS and I can ABSOLUTELY picture that happening on TV

Robin and Vickie!!! Yes!!! The lesbians are winning!!!!! I almost wish Vickie HAD stayed to see who it was/Steve had just come out before she left bc them meeting would have been... both sweet and hilarious.

Okay I was going to wait to freak out about the Byler-specific stuff because it'll be the main focus of the fic but like. I can't bro. Mike not even HESITATING to jump in after Will? The relief of them finally revealing their secrets and comforting each other (and then the frustration of Mike telling Will his Vecna-vision of Will's corpse is "nothing" IMMEDIATELY AFTER THAT CONVO like I get the reasoning but CHRIST dude)? Mike just casually revealing he self-sacrificially jumped into the quarry once before and proceeding to not elaborate AT ALL? And the LETTERS oh my god. When/if ever those get revealed to Will I am going to LOSE IT.

Whoops this got long again - last point. Overall I just... absolutely love this script? All the dialogue and the actions feels so in-character, like I can actually envision it all being said in the show—ESPECIALLY Erica's lines, you have her little middle school snark down PAT.

Okay I am done screaming . For now. Much love ❤️

hi!! sorry it’s taken me so long to answer this, it took me a while to get back in the comment-answering mood😭💗

i’m glad you’re enjoying the elumax plot! they’re very very special to me and i enjoy writing them very much :)

argyle!! i personally love scenes where the “comic relief” character is given unexpected depth, so i was really excited to explore that with him. that moment specifically was inspired by a really great s5 fic (can’t remember the name right now, unfortunately—if anyone knows, please feel free to leave it in the comments!) where argyle brings pizza rolls to the hospital for max and lucas. it was such a sweet moment in that fic, and i really admire how the author treated his character. i wanted to emulate that, at least a little bit!

you are the ONLY PERSON that commented on that moment, thank you so much😭😭😭💗 i was proud of it. feels very much like something the show would do (if they were allowed to say fuck more often!)

ROVICKIEEE💗💗💗 dw she will definitely meet steve eventually!

glad you liked all the byler :) it’s been a couple fics in the making!

thank you so much for the comment, i get really really excited when people comment on my scripts🥹🫶🏻 and yes, erica!! love her to bits :)

#script comments #asks #thank you!!!!

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whereonceiwasfire · 2 years ago

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My one tired braincell has had a thought!

So, Danny's finally fed up with Vlad's crap, right? All the plotting, and scheming, and villain monologuing. Like seriously. The dude needs to get a hobby. Or a date. Wait. Yeah, Danny thinks. Maybe that's something. He saw the not completely dickish way Vlad was chatting up that reporter from the reunion. What was her name? Heather? Helen? Harriet? Yeah, Harriet! This is definitely something...

Danny proceeds to blatantly set these two up at every opportunity, in that slightly obnoxious, yet kind of effective way only a fourteen year old can. Yeah, yeah, he's the Fenton's kid and he'd love to answer some of Harriet's questions. He'll be at his Uncle Vlad's place. Whoops. Completely forgot. That was tomorrow he was gonna be over there. Oh well, now she's there anyway, it'd be rude of his uncle not to entertain her for a little bit, right? Danny makes big, sad, puppy dog eyes as he spins a sob story about how nobody can make it to the production of Hamlet his school is putting on. Maybe...Vlad and Harriet could come? And sit beside each other. Not that Danny's even in the play, but that's beside the point. Oh, oh, his parents have been wanting to have dinner with Uncle Vlad for ages. He should totally come this week. And bring that lady friend he's been spending so much time with. Oh, she went to their college too? What're the odds? Now she definitely has to come. It'll be fun.

Danny's not always around after he sets his little schemes in motion, after all, his plan wasn't to have to spend more time with his archnemesis. But he starts taking a more active approach when it doesn't exactly seem like his plan is working (little does he know, Vlad and Harriet are actually starting to get along, mostly bonding over the shared absurdity of being a single person in their 40s with a dating life so dismal a 14yo has to set them up).

Danny starts engaging in some not-so-subtle, matchmaking subterfuge to speed his plan along. He bumps into Vlad and/or Harriet from behind so they're standing close, sends waiters over with wine on Vlad's tab, knocks out the power so they're chatting by candlelight. He passes along compliments and presents the other person never actually gave to try to endear them to each other. It's especially difficult for Danny to come up with fake nice things Harriet said about Vlad, so they end up being weird, backhanded compliments like "oh, she wanted me to tell you that you don't look like a drowned rat man and she thinks your...uh...tie is......expensive." (Vlad finds it incredibly amusing to watch the boy try to find something nice to say about him so doesn't let on that he knows what's happening here).

This plan has kept Danny about as occupied as it's kept Vlad, but he's weirdly invested now. For some, unknown reason, it seems like Harriet actually likes Vlad. And Vlad doesn't seem like a total jackass when Harriet's around. And Danny can't give up now, he believes in the power of love. Or. Whatever. At the very least he's gotta see how this plays out because he figured it would keep the dude busy for a couple days and it's been months now.

Maybe he could somehow trick them into getting married...

#danny phantom #vlad masters #harriet chin #danny fenton #bad news #just a goofy little idea

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10, 13, 16, 17, 32, 38, 40, 41, 42, 59, 60 for benvi pleaseeeee ily

i went a little bit off the rails with these whoops ANYWAYS thank u so much grace i had SO MUCH FUN doing these

10. Describe their first date.

(for reference, this is post-s3; i think they probably didn’t go on any actual dates during their brief relationship in season 2, so.)

milkshakes.

devi had said something about how she was craving one. so, after school, ben says he wants to take her out. “nothing fancy,” he promises. “trust me?”

he brings her to a diner, one of those ones that looks like it’s from the fifties and all the waitresses are either 19 or over 55, no in between. they sit on stools at the counter, devi swiveling in her seat and ben smiling at her as he peers down at the menu. he’s not a milkshake guy, not really, but she wanted one, and she’s his girlfriend, so.

“you know, this is kind of like our first real date,” she says, and his grin grows even wider. because —

“yeah, i guess it is.” and then she’s smiling back at him, and she’s so bright that it almost hurts for him to look at, but he can’t stop, can’t ever take his eyes off her. doesn’t wanna miss a single detail of their first real date.

devi insists they order the chocolate covered strawberry milkshake, with two straws because she’s cheesy, and it’s so cliche, but he loves it.

(he loves her, too, but he doesn’t tell her yet. swallows the words down with the milkshake, sweet and heavy on his tongue.)

he pays, drives her home, accepts the kiss she gives him just before she steps out of his car. she still tastes like chocolate syrup and artificially flavored strawberry ice cream.

13. Who’s the bigger tease?

look, i want to say devi, i really do. but i feel like it’d honestly be ben. like…in all aspects of teasing. verbal, sexual….whatever other kinds of teasing there are lol. he likes riling her up and he’s so good at it!! it’s not his fault she’s so easy to tease!

16. Can they stay up all night just talking?

oh you KNOW they can. i mean devi says in s2 that she and ben “talk, mostly argue, for hours.” you just know they spend hours upon hours debating different theories (what theories? idfk they’re the nerds not me) & bouncing ideas off each other. there is no doubt in my mind they were like this during their besties era, and as their relationship tips further and further into not-so-platonic-anymore territory, they slowly start to delve more into talks about their plans for the future, what majors they’re considering for college, the fear and excitement coursing through both of their veins simultaneously at the thought of leaving sherman oaks once and for all. lingering silences when conversation fades out, but it’s not uncomfortable, not even close; just enjoying each others company through the phone.

17. Who's more likely to pull the other in by the waist and kiss them passionately?

i mean. we’ve all seen 3x10. he just pulls her in so smoothly, so effortlessly, his hand finding her waist and pulling her in like he’s been waiting for it all this time and now is finally the time, she is here, and she wants me, and i want her, in any way she will have me. and after they finally get their shit together, it’s something he continues to do — when he thinks about how they’re finally here, how they’ve finally pushed through the brambles and briars of their past to the sprawling green in front of them that is their future. when he remembers she is here, and she wants me, and i want her, always always always, he grabs her by the waist, smiles at her all soft and sweet, and kisses her with that intention, with that i love you i love you i love you

32. Who's the better story teller?

hmmm i feel like ben probably gets more into his storytelling (and he’ll probably stay truer to events, name dropping aside) but i feel like devi can pull you in much faster. them as a storytelling team? unstoppable.

38. Who is more sexually experimental? Who's more vanilla?

ok so i took some time to think about this one because i wasn’t totally sure BUT i think like. in general devi would probably be *more* experimental than ben, but not by much…. like ok hear me out. if either of them were to be with other people i feel like they’d both stay pretty vanilla, with devi maybe venturing into like….very light stuff? but i feel like together they’d try just about anything. they’ve built up this trust, this effortless comfort that you don’t see that often between people, even people so desperately in love. so, they try things, both of them bringing something new to the table (well, bed, really) when they’re curious. there’s never a fear of “oh god they’ll think i’m weird for wanting this” or a sense of shame when they want to expand their horizons. not everything is a yes, obviously, but more often then not they both end up pretty fucking satisfied lmao

40. Who has an insatiable appetite? And what does the other do to help?

i don’t know if this question means sexual appetite or like food appetite so i’m going to answer for food lmao which i def think is devi (and like lbr i feel like answered the other way it’d be her, too). ben’s never been gifted in the kitchen, i don’t think — yes, his parents often leave him to his own devices, it it’s established that patty definitely prepares most of his meals. i feel like patty would learn devi’s favorites (like she’s shown to in 1x10) but ben also definitely orders out at devi’s favorite restaurants whenever given the chance. “oh, babe, you want animal fries? say no more,” or “you want that cheesy garlic bread again? it’s on the way, along with a box of lactaid.” eventually, probably a few years down the line, he does start cooking, and it’s sort of a disaster at first, but ben is nothing if not determined, and he is most definitely a fast learner. after a while he’s making nearly every meal from scratch, taking devi’s suggestions for “a little more salt and pepper” or “just a tad less lemon juice next time.”

41. Which one would take their jacket it off and drape over the other one because they were visibly shivering?

i have this headcanon that ben runs warm and devi runs cold so i def think it would be ben offering his jacket to devi but also now i’m thinking about devi doing it for ben, and he just takes a moment and thinks oh. i didn’t know i could have this. and i don’t mean her jacket — i mean her doing things for him that, traditionally, “boyfriends do for their girlfriends” or whatever the fuck. like, her paying the bill or her planning elaborate dates for him, him curling up into her arms, so on and so forth. just….her giving, and him taking. it makes me so fucking soft think about.

42. What's their favorite type of weather to enjoy together? (getting snowed in together, watching thunderstorms, etc.)

so we know there’s not a whole lot of weather variance in their current climate, but i feel like they’d both LOVE a snow day, even just for the novelty of it after growing up in california. being snowed in and making hot cocoa together, standing by the window with their mugs, ben pressing kisses to devi’s temple while devi draws with her fingertip on the frosted glass. venturing outside, weighed down by the heft of their boots and coats but feeling weightless and giddy nonetheless. the cold biting at her fingertips, yet devi’s heart feeling warm at the site of ben’s ruddy nose after a day in the snow. snowmen and snow angels and snowball fights. finally bumbling back inside once the cold gets too much. a shared warm shower, cozy pajamas, a shitty netflix christmas movie, and some spiked egg nog to bring the day to a close.

59. Who tops? Who bottoms?

ok. so like, obviously if we’re talking in the whole “traditional” sense of giving/receiving during intercourse, ben tops and devi bottoms (….usually. im not saying that ben gets pegged but i’m also not not saying that). that being said, devi is definitely the more dominant one, i think. she gets off on bossing ben around, on taking control, and you cannot tell me otherwise lol

60. Who pulls the other closer when they’re sleeping?

BOTH OF THEM without a doubt. they’re both just always making grabby hands at the other when they’re half-asleep and realize they’ve drifted apart. devi reaching for ben, pulling herself up against his back and nuzzling the soft spot right behind his ear as she drifts in an out of sleep. ben sliding an arm around devi’s waist, her hair tickling his nose and one of her legs sandwiched in between his. it’s not that they can’t sleep without touching — they just don’t want to.

#sorry for any formatting issues i am on mobile and literally cannot fix them lol #long post #benvi #nhie #asks #grace <3 #mutuals

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roniscloud · 3 years ago

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lhs - runnin’

lee heeseung [a. + f. 4700 words] runnin’

to you

you came up on some new

i know i shouldn’t feel blue

‘cause i was runnin’ out of time for you

synopsis: you met heeseung in your freshman year of college and immediately hit it off. you’ve made it to your third year and when everyone including yourselves thought that you were each other’s endgame, the devastation when you two split was immeasurable. you both know there’s still love between you. this break allows you both to realize new things. can you two find your ways back to each other? will this be the final goodbye?

genre + tropes: angst. fluff. comedy. college!au. establishedrelationship!au. exes!au.

warnings: fem reader. swearing. arguing. nosy friends. cold heeseung and cold reader. drifting relationship. interventions. slight suggestive themes but it’s only mentioned like once. they both pine over each other. mentions of alcohol and binge drinking. maybe not a happy ending. if you choose to see it that way. whoops. appearances of the rest of enha plus txt yeonjun and soobin.

i. the break

“so this is how it’s gonna end? i thought we were doing fine.”

heeseung erupts into an even angrier fit, “are you kidding me? we are not fucking fine. in what world is this fine? tell me!”

you scoff from where you stand cross-armed on the other side of the bedroom. “well, can you really blame me? it’s hard to see if there’s something wrong if we never see each other.”

“exactly my point! we don’t see each other.”

the two of you have been at each other’s throats since heeseung showed up at your apartment. you have no idea how long ago that was or when the argument started. all you remember is coming up to him when he arrived, wanting to actually spend some time with him. instead he shrugged you off and ignored you, blaming the fatigue. the rest has been a blur. one of you made an offhand comment and now here you are: frustrated and in another fight.

a quick recap: you two met at a mutual friend’s party. you thought that each other was attractive and he ended up asking you out. from there you kept going out, fell in love, dated, and everyone thought you were perfect together. three years later and it’s getting tiring. life has been draining trying to balance it all.

“and who’s fault is that?”

annoyed, he snaps back, “oh please, you can not put the blame solely on me.”

“bullshit. i sure can when i’m the only one making an effort here. i’ve actually been trying to save us. you, on the other hand…” you pause again, rolling your eyes, “well, we both know just how much you care.”

his jaw drops, defensively he spits back, “are you genuinely implying that i don’t care about you? about us? that’s rich.”

you move to sit on the edge of the bed, staring at a single spot on the floor. you can see the shadow of heeseing pacing back and forth. you sit there, not looking at each other. the only sounds to be heard are his footsteps and the heavy sighs from you. you think back to the last several weeks. you recall each of the times you have been able to see each other. there’s no substance, nothing memorable. the only thing that comes to mind is that you always end up not talking at all or arguing.

just like right now.

“be real, heesung. when was the last time we went on a date? when was the last time you stayed the night without it ending up with you just knocking out? when was the last time we actually sat down and had a conversation? be honest because i will. i can’t remember.”

“and yet you thought we were fine?”

“well it’s better to believe a good lie than face the hurtful truth. i’m trying to save this relationship. i’m trying all the fucking time and you don’t do shit.”

he spits back frustrated, “well maybe that’s because there’s nothing to be saved.”

“are you kidding me right now? am i supposed to be scared? you tell me that there’s nothing to be saved and expect me to just give up?”

“sorry but i’m not running from this anymore.”

“you’re not sorry and we both know it.” you push yourself back up to stand, resting your hands on your hips, “you can’t say you’re sorry and expect me to forgive you. that’s not how this works.”

“this isn’t what i wanted to happen. this isn’t how it was supposed to go.”

“then make it work.”

“i- i can’t,” he holds his hands over his face, running one through his hair, “it’s too much.”

“so what? what do you mean?”

he finally stops. he takes a deep breath and lets it all out, “i just can’t see this working anymore, at least not like this.”

ii. week one

you thought this would be more difficult. that this would be the hardest pill to swallow. the first week apart may actually be the easiest. nothing has really changed. that’s probably because you haven’t told anyone that you two are no longer together. perhaps the time that you didn’t spend with each other before the break up had trained you for this.

life goes on, with or without heeseung. that’s what you keep telling yourself. you choose to get caught up with your life. you have other priorities. it’s not a crime to focus on yourself for the first time in three years.

heeseung feels the same. he doesn’t see any point on dwelling on the breakup. sure, he was the one who made the decision. he’s the one who put it out there. he’s the one who ended it and the one who is taking responsibility.

lucky for both of you, you don’t have any courses together and your schedules don’t really coincide. there’s no chance at any awkward run-ins. there is this weird, tiny feeling though. there’s this small inkling of something missing. you both suppress it. i mean, hell, the breakup just happened.

iii. scheming

meanwhile, your friends have all seemed to notice that the two of you are off. they aren’t sure what it is. they get that you two have had some time apart, but you’re both adults with lives. you have your own classes, jobs, other friends, and such. no one mentions it because they don’t think it’s their business.

but come on… there’s no way they won’t get to the bottom of it. our resident gossips, sunoo and sunghoon, team up and make it their mission to snoop around. of course, they take precautions to not get caught. the scheming duo find out nothing, to no avail.

now the gang of the scheming duo plus jay, jake, and niki have convened in the common room of jungwon’s dorm building. the 02z are all playing billiards in one corner. sunoo battles jungwon in a game of ping pong. the youngest of the group sits by himself on one of the couches, contemplating if he should speak up. they’ve been in a heated discussion as they try to figure out what exactly has been irking them.

riki, against his own conscience, speaks up to the five. he has this gut feeling and innocently wants to voice his opinion. “what if,” the young boy start out while gauging the faces of the others, “now don’t get mad and just hear me out.” he stops again, taking his time to make eye contact with each of the older boys, waiting until they all nod, “what if… they broke up?”

the group of friends all exchange glances with each other before breaking out into laughter. jay composes himself a bit, still chuckling when he says, “seriously? you think they broke up? heeseung and y/n? yeah, no way.”

sunoo leans onto the ping pong table and eggs him on, “they are literally soulmates.”

jungwon sets his racket down and goes to plop himself next to riki on the couch, “there is no way in hell the two of them split.”

iv. breaking news

“yeah, we split.” plain and simple. three words that crushed the poor hearts of jake and jungwon. he broke the news over brunch. he sensed their curiosity when they deliberately never brought you up.

“good joke there, dude. almost had me for a second.” jake says, awkwardly with a forced laugh.

the youngest of the three chiming in and agreeing, “yeah, that’s really funny.” a silence hits the booth. “you are joking… right?”

the oldest then looks back and forth between the two, tilting his head to one side like a confused pup. he doesn’t see why they think he would joke and simply replies, “nope. you guys haven’t asked so i’m guessing you tried to snoop around and pick up on my cues. i’m also guessing sunoo’s behind this whole operation.”

“ok wait,” jake interjects, “what do you mean you broke up? you can’t just break up.”

jungwon agrees, “he’s right. you two are just playing a prank on us.”

“guys, i’m serious. y/n and i are no longer together.” the two just freeze, jaws dropped, eyes wide. “besides, it’s better this way.”

v. bad timing

meanwhile the remaining four members of their friend group have met up in the campus library in an attempted study session. so far, they’ve just gone back to gossiping and slacking off. the boys all find themselves teetering on the verge of sleep. that is until sunghoon catches you walking in. immediately going to softly pat the others back awake, they all look up confused. trying to stay subtle, hoon jerks his head to the side in your direction.

you make your way to one of the shelves, searching high and low for a book you need for your literature class. sneaking up behind you comes choi yeonjun, the library aid and a friend of yours.

“need any help?”

“no thanks, i’m good jun.” you give him a polite smile.

unbeknownst to both of you, the failure of a study group has creeped to a closer table. they knew that you two were friends but they still can’t help but eavesdrop. “will you two please shut up so we can hear them?” the annoyed face evident on sunghoon’s face at the bickering of sunoo and niki. he turns to see jay, snacking and not paying attention. he rolls his eyes at the group, his gaze then catching yeonjun leading you out of the shelves. quickly shushing the three and nodding his head in your direction again, they finally get the hint.

yeonjun steps in front of you, “so you know my friend soobin, right?”

“soobin… as in choi soobin?”

yeonjun flashes his bright smile, “that’s the one.”

“yeah i know him. we had a stats class together a while back. he definitely taught me a few tricks around a calculator.” you laugh with him, “he’s super sweet, and needless to say cute too.”

“well, am i glad to hear that! long story short, he’s kinda been crushing on you lately and wants to know if you’re free. he mentioned your shared class before but he said he never got your number.”

“since you have mine already, go ahead and give it to him. tell him i’m free whenever he is.”

yeonjun raises his eyebrows at your boldness, “will do. i just wanted to ask you first before i gave it to him because… y’know…”

“no worries, i completely understand.”

he gives a quick goodbye before going back to his desk. storming quickly, four faces appear in front of you, all a combination of confusion, shock, and anger.

sunoo starts, “um… y/n. why are you telling yeonjun to give your number to another guy?”

“yeah, are you cheating on heeseung?” his partner in crime, sunghoon, joins in.

you pause and scan their faces. your face dawns an equally as confused expression. “how can i cheat on someone who isn’t my boyfriend?”

four jaws simultaneously drop. riki’s being the first to close and answer a bit hushed, “i knew it.”

jay turns to him in disbelief, “not the time, niki!”

“did heeseung not tell you guys?” you ask them slowly. “i assumed he would be the one to let you all know.”

“that you two broke up?!” sunoo asks angrily, being shushed by yeonjun from the counter. giving an apologetic smile then tuning back into your conversation, “what do you mean you two broke up?”

“we just… broke up. that’s it. end of story. now if you’ll excuse me, i have to actually study.”

they watch you check out the book you came in for originally and walk out the doors, unsure of what to do next.

vi. the intervention

arranging your monthly movie night was not exactly the easiest task given the tensions surrounding two people in your group. so the only logical solution that they all could think of was to simply not to tell one of you that the other was coming over. a fool-proof plan.

in the dorm of the 02z, you did not expect to see heeseung when you walked in.

he gets up from his spot on the couch, “what the hell is going on here?”

“yeah, an explanation would be nice.” you cross your arms as you glare at the younger boys.

niki, trying to act as mediator gestures for both of you two sit on the loveseat—the same loveseat that was always reserved for the two of you before. “this is an intervention.”

after the confession of their intentions, everyone goes quiet. not a single word is spoken for several minutes, no one knowing how to start. after much internal contemplation, jungwon finally attempts to start. “we brought you two here today because- you know what, i can’t do this.” he stops and cuts himself off, burying his face in his hands.

sunoo sits next to him with his arms crossed. “how dare you two? our parents gets divorced and we don’t even get a notice.” it was common for them to refer to you and heeseung as the parents of the group, being the oldest. although something about sunoo still calling you by that nickname stings, him shaking his head to display his disappointment making you feel guilty.

you see heeseung out of the corner of your eye avoiding looking up to your friends. “look, i don’t see the big deal. we broke up. that happens when relationships don’t work out.”

sunghoon quickly intervenes, “how can you say it isn’t a big deal? you’re letting three years go to waste and that’s all you can say? that’s what happens.” he scoffs at how shameless you come off.

“well, would you rather us stay together even when we were unhappy?” their reactions were a mix of shouts, the words yes, of course not, and duh all blending into each other.

that’s what brought your ex boyfriend out of his daze. “y/n has a point. we broke up and it’s over. we were no longer happy and i don’t see the point in bringing it up again either. it’s in the past. let it go.” he says rather coldly and sternly. him actually saying it and acknowledging it caused that weird feeling to come back. his body language is off, too. your years together has taught you enough about heeseung to know when he’s upset, especially with himself.

jake takes his turn, looking down at his fidgeting hands and muttering sadly, “but you promised each other forever.”

that prompts you and heeseung to glance at each other quickly, making eye contact and it lingering for a couple of seconds. you look away first, not noticing that his stare doesn’t leave you.”some promises just can’t be kept.” your response then making him turn away.

“bullshit.” it’s the first word uttered by jay this entire time. “neither of you are the type to break promises.”

“some things can’t be helped,” heeseung defends.

jay, getting angrier, asks his friend, “did you know that she’s already going on a date? yeah, that guy, soobin. i’m pretty sure you know who he is. your ex,” he makes sure to stress the last word with a certain degree of annoyance, “thinks he’s cute.”

emotionless, heeseung answers back, “good for her, then.”

you were sure that you were over him, that’s why you said yes to the date. but something about him not caring leaves you feeling odd.

jungwon stops your train of thought, “no, you’re supposed to be upset. you’re supposed to get jealous and confess you still want to be with her. you’re supposed to fight for her and be together.”

another quick glance between the two of you, lasting longer than the previous one. no words are said on his end, but you know exactly what he’s trying to say. “he doesn’t have to fight when i’m the one who ended it.” you knew him. you knew he couldn’t admit to the others his decision. after all, he wants to be a good role model even in his darkest times. he couldn’t crush their idea of love and you did what you had to do. you lied for his sake—and maybe even yours.

vii. him

two months have passed since the breakup. there’s tension amongst the friend group, the six not wanting to pick sides between you and heeseung. they’re constantly going back and forth, like they’re walking on eggshells as to not bring up something that only happened with the other.

to get your mind off everything, you’ve found comfort in soobin. well, more accurately you’ve found comfort in between his sheets, or wherever you two decide for it to go down. that’s not to say the dates aren’t great. you’re not official and you both know that. your latest date, however, couldn’t help but feel weird.

the date was going pretty well. don’t get me wrong—soobin is a great guy. he’s sweet, caring, funny, and handsome. you have a lot in common like your taste in drinks and movies. maybe if you had met him first, you would’ve dated him… but you didn’t meet him first. you met heeseung first, and soobin isn’t heeseung.

you found yourself drifting from the conversation now and then, thinking about how heeseung would’ve been at that moment. you think back to his habits, particularly the way he raises his eyebrows whenever he’s excited or talking about something he’s passionate about. you always found it endearing. over the course of dinner, you are able to notice that soobin has some cute habits too, like him covering his face when he gets shy or puffing out his cheeks. but it still isn’t the same.

“you two deserve each other.”

soobin catches your attention again with that comment. “what?”

“you and heeseung. i know that look. don’t try to lie to me.”

“look, heeseung is my past, and i want it to stay that way.”

“do you really want it to stay that way, or are you just afraid of what could happen if you let him back into your present?”

you give him a teasing glare, “don’t get all philosophical with me. i just don’t think he and i can go back to how we were before.”

“what’s so bad about you two changing? obviously if it didn’t work out, you shouldn’t try to be what you were before.”

“can’t i just try with you?”

“as much as i would love for you to give me that chance, i can’t do that to you or to myself. it’s not fair.”

you hesitantly ask him, “but is it worth it?”

“that’s not my decision to make.”

viii. her

now that you’re virtually not in his life, he seems to be looking for you everywhere. actually… rather than going out of his way to look for you, everything just reminds him of you. the jingles of the commercials you always sang along to, your favorite songs on the radio, the reruns of 90’s shows you always binged. hell, even when he was making ramen, he was reminded of how you would make his favorite for him every time he was stressed over an exam. he was sitting in the back of the lecture hall, trying so hard to stay awake for his 3 hour long class with the most boring professor on campus. he fought the urge to text you since it felt like second nature to rely on you to help cheer him up.

there was a particular night when it really hit him. reality smacked him in the face late one evening. heeseung was bored out of his mind, laying alone in bed, aimlessly browsing netflix to find something to watch. he thinks to himself y/n would’ve slammed this laptop closed and talked all night about random and obscure topics. he laughs to himself, reliving the memories. right then, it’s obvious. he misses her.

ix. promises

the rain hitting your bedroom window had no help on your already gloomy mood. what did help was the bottle of soju- well more realistically, four bottles of soju. it was all the liquid courage you needed to call heeseung at three in the morning.

you sat drowsily on the rug of your living room, your phone on speaker and placed in front of you as you stared out the dewy glass. you heard the phone ring seven times, ready to hang up until you heard his groggy voice come out from the other end. “hello? y/n, why are you up?”

you laugh softly and ask him, sounding loopy, “why are you up?”

“because you’re calling me. would you like to give me a reason why, and are you drunk?”

“maybe. anyways, you know… i was thinking. we broke a lot of promises and it hurts. i have to know that we’re not bad people. i have to keep at least one, right?”

heeseung groans but lets you ramble, knowing that you won’t stop until you’ve said it all, “go on…”

“we made a promise that if something was going on, if we were in a dark place, that we would talk to someone. well, if you couldn’t tell by now, i’m not in the best place. the first person i thought to talk to was you.”

“why me?”

“shhh… don’t ask questions. i know you’re tired so just stay on the phone and let me talk. ok?”

he goes quiet for a bit, sighing, “ok.”

“i miss you. i do. i don’t expect you to miss me but i just want to say it,” pausing to hiccup, “soobin helped me realize some things, saying some crap like we deserve each other.” you chuckle as you recall his words, “maybe he said it because bad people deserve bad people. maybe he said it because in our own fucked up lives, we’re the only ones who can understand each other. i did a lot of thinking and i’ve come to the conclusion that we don’t. because if we stay together, we can’t move on. we can’t grow. we can’t become good people, no matter how much we want it. that’s life. sometimes, no matter how much we want something, no matter how much we wish on stars or pray, some things just aren’t meant to be.”

“y/n, get some rest…”

“wait, i’m not done. you already can tell i’ve been drinking and to be honest i have been, for a while. i do it,” starting to choke up and sniffle, “because it helps me forget. even if it’s just for a minute that i can forget what happened, i’ll drink as much as it takes. i’ll grow out of it, eventually. i know i will, but for now… i have to do what i have to do. i’m sure you can relate.” you laugh again, getting more drowsy. you bring your legs up, hugging your knees. faintly, the sounds of heeseung’s snores play from your phone. you smile to yourself, “i wish you were here, singing me a lullaby. i don’t know when you fell asleep but goodnight. take care of yourself.”

cuddled up in his bed, heeseung hears you hang up. he lets you believe he didn’t hear what you said. he knows the reality of it all and the weight that you both are carrying. knowing that you won’t check your phone for the rest of the night, he sends you a quick text: bookstore, saturday, noon. goodnight.

as he turns off his phone to try to fall back asleep, he sees his reflection in the black screen. he sees his puffy, red eyes and his tear-stained cheeks. the end of it all is coming and finally, you two are ready for it.

x. love song

seeing him in person is a good idea. clearing the air, letting it all out, getting closure. all good ideas, you hope. walking into the bookstore was a weird feeling. when you spot him sitting by the window, you quietly make your way over. he looks up at your new presence, his feet shuffling out of nervousness. you notice the glass of pear juice on the small coffee table in front of him, already half empty.

“hi,” he says like a whisper.

“hi,” you awkwardly respond. it’s unlike the two of you to not know how to start a conversation. you make your way onto the cushioned seat, letting yourself get comfortable to help ease the tension. you each avoid the other’s gaze, not knowing how to begin. you sigh and finally ask, “how have you been?”

“busy,” he says as he nods, “finally took up actual music lessons. thought it would be better to have someone who’s played piano and guitar professionally instead of trying to teach myself.”

you softly giggle, “that’s good. you’ve always loved music.”

“yeah… how about you?”

“same, busy. i got the t.a position i applied for like forever ago.”

“congrats! you still looking to become a teacher?”

“well, generally yeah. i was having my doubts before but i just fell back into it. finally being able to be there, present, and guiding others… that’s what i want.” you sit there across from him, watching him and taking it all in. the man in front of you is heeseung, but not the heeseung you knew. no, this is the better version of him. the version of him where he can focus on himself. the version of heeseung that’s glowing and happy and ready to take on the world. “so, look. there’s no easy or delicate way to put it but i think there are things we both need to get off our chests.”

“agreed. since it all happened—the fights, the breakups, the ambush interventions—we haven’t actually talked.”

“those interventions… they were silly but the guys did help me realize some things. we’re growing up. sure, i thought we had this plan of us graduating, getting married, having a family, settling down, growing old. we both wanted that type of life. sadly, it’s not what happened and we have to live with it.”

he lets out a chuckle, “heeseung and y/n: meant for each other and meant to be.”

“but not meant to last. what a bittersweet and poetic ending."

“it’s like people always say: right person, wrong time.”

“you know… you used to tell me that our love song was the soundtrack to the best life you could live.” you reach out and take his hand in yours, “i just,” pausing to take a deep breath and compose yourself, “i just want you to know… that if anything happens-”

he cuts you off with a quiet gasp, whispering your name with a shaky voice, “don’t.”

you shake your head and gently squeeze his hand, “if anything happens… if in the end, we don’t find our way back and it isn’t us, don’t think we ended on a bad note.” you drop your head as you chuckle lightly before continuing, “cause you were always on key.” you give him a small grin, trying your hardest to not make things worse by crying. “we were just playing different tunes.”

he pulls you in closer to him, placing his hands softly on your cheeks. “i always hated seeing you cry,” he says as he wipes away the tears on your face, not bothering about his own. he wraps his arms around you, holding you close for the last time.

you stay there in his warmth, hearing him sniffle as he tries to hold back the falling tears. when you pull away, you tell him “i will always love you. maybe not in the way i thought i would but it’s still there.”

“maybe in our next life, it’ll be the right time.” with that, he leaves a kiss on your forehead, leaves the bookstore, and leaves your life. your duet that worked in perfect harmony now playing a beautiful cadence—two wandering artists, free to fill your own wretched worlds with new melodies, the bliss and tranquility of it all. the hope that maybe one day, you’ll be in each other’s lives again is enough.

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cooking at 3am /// Osamu x f!Reader

Request: Imagine cooking together with Osamu at 3am because neither of you could sleep (or because ‘Samu got the midnight munchies lol). You don’t have anything specific in mind; you’re just playing around and feeding each other little bits of what you make.

A/N: bruh you said munchies and my mind said [[ h i g h o s a m u ]] sorry this went in a kinda different direction? but still fun 3am cooking project vibes :P

Tag/warnings: fluff, light drug use (weed), you and Atsumu are lowkey Bros™️, Osamu's kinda baby 🤧

Osamu’s not good at smoking.

He doesn’t really know how to inhale—you know, hold it in his lungs so it can soak in or whatever—and when he does, he coughs. Except he tries to repress the coughs. Even if he wants to hide it, he’s always close enough to you that you can feel his chest moving from trying not to cough when he takes a hit.

And also, like every baby smoker, he can’t really tell when it’s kicking in until he’s off the deep end.

“Can you feel it yet?”

“No.”

You shoot Osamu a glance where he’s sitting on the ground in front of the couch, watching a nature documentary on Atsumu’s TV with a glazed-over look on his face. “You sure? Your eyes are super red.”

“I can’t feel it. Give it—“ He holds out his hand and honestly you’re pretty sure he’s had plenty, but it’s Atsumu’s vape so who cares. You hand it over and Osamu holds it up to his mouth and sucks, eyes fluttering closed as the light on the side of the Pax glows yellow.

God, he looks hot when he does that. Something about a hot guy smoking, yeah? Actually, no. Something about your hot boyfriend smoking.

Except 'Samu holds his breath a second too long and you can see the urge to cough hit him… Wait for it, you think to yourself, and a second later he hacks and wheezes the vapor out in a wispy cloud that reflects silver against the semi-dark. You coo in sympathy and pat his back. “Want some water?”

Osamu shakes his head, hand over his mouth to stop the coughing. On the tv, David Attenborough talks about penguin courtship rituals and Atsumu (who’s been draped on the couch next to you for the past few hours) gives a light little sigh in his sleep. You check the time. 3am. Bedtime. Too bad you and 'Samu are both too high to drive home…whoops. Guess you’re spending the night at Atsumu’s place.

Osamu rubs his bloodshot eyes like they’re itchy, which they probably are. “Hey, can we— uhh… Do we have pancakes.”

“Pancakes, babe? You mean the ones you made for breakfast?”

“Yeah, there’s leftovers…I made you extra and you didn’t want them.” He twists around and gives you an incredibly dirty look, like this is something you did on purpose to hurt his feelings. “If you don’t want them I’m going to eat them.”

“Wait, 'Samu—“ But Osamu's already getting up off the floor to wander over to the next room. You debate pausing the show—it’s a really good scene—but you leave it going for Atsumu's sake because you’re pretty sure the narration is the only thing keeping him asleep. He’s kinda drooling on your shoulder and you have to push him off to go follow your boyfriend to the kitchen.

“What is all this stuff? Ugh…” Osamu's pawing through the fridge. There’s a lot of crinkling, plastic sounds—you catch a glimpse inside and all of the shelves are stacked up with plastic bags and styrofoam containers.

You yawn and hop up to sit on the kitchen island. “Takeout? I don’t think he cooks.” Atsumu's going to get a lecture tomorrow for keeping 2-week-old Indian food in his fridge. God knows you heard it way too many times before you and Osamu moved in together. You don’t envy 'Tsumu.

Osamu sits down in front of the fridge, fumbles with a drawer, and pulls out a bag of moldy grapes. “Gross…who lives like this…”

You snicker into your hand.

“I can’t find the pancakes.” 'Samu's pulling the plastic drawers all the way out now, setting them down on the floor as he inspects the contents of the fridge.

“They’re not here.”

“You ate them?”

“No, I— Hey, put those back in,” you tell him helplessly as he shuts the door of the fridge, ignoring all the leftover food he took out. Yeah, half of it was probably off anyway, but Atsumu's gonna be pissed if he wakes up and there’s takeout going bad all over his kitchen floor.

“You threw away my pancakes?” Now the look on Osamu's face is utter betrayal. He stands up off the floor and glares sulkily at you. “I made those for you…”

“I didn’t throw them away, they’re—“ You hold back a laugh and wish you had your phone on you (where did it go?) so you could take a picture. He’s so cute when he smokes. “—they’re at home.”

“At home?”

“Yep, at home. The place where you and me live, remember?”

“Oh.” Osamu pauses, reaches out absently to grab the edge of your sleeve. You’re wearing one of his hoodies. “We’re not at home?”

“Nope. We’re at Atsumu's place,” you tell him through a giggle.

He plays with your sleeve, contemplating. “Why?”

“Because we’re out of weed and he said he’d smoke us out. And we like hanging out with him.”

“Oh. We do?”

“Yes.”

“…’Kay.” It takes Osamu a second to accept this, but then he nods seriously. “(Y/N), I'm hungry.”

“I know. What do you want to eat? You could probably have any of that stuff, I don’t think he’ll miss it.”

'Samu thinks about it for a moment, scanning the array of takeout containers spread out across the kitchen floor. “I want pancakes.”

“The pancakes are at home, remember?”

“Yeah…” Osamu flips over his grip on your sleeve and traces his thumb down the lines in your palm. “I could make some?”

More pancakes? “I don’t think 'Tsumu has eggs, babe. Or flour. Or…baking soda?” You’re not really sure what ingredients go into pancakes. Whatever cooking skills you possessed pre-Osamu have deteriorated significantly since you moved in together and he took over any and all food preparation for your household.

He pouts at this, and his hair is a little messed up, and he’s so pretty that you can’t stand how much you like him in that second. Mine mine mine, something in the back of your brain says. He’s mine.

You reach up and Osamu obediently ducks his head down so you can smooth his hair back into place and fix the bits that are flipping over his part. “Is there anything else you want to eat?”

“Onigiri.”

“Oh…” Well, at least Atsumu probably has rice. “Sure. Ok. That’s your specialty.”

“I want ya to make it for me.”

“What?” You frown and pull your hand out of his. “You know my cooking sucks.”

“No it doesn’t. (Y/N)’s food’s the best.”

“You own an onigiri shop, come on—“

“Please?”

One of his bangs falls back in his eyes and without thinking you reach up to put it in place. “Okay, fine. But you can’t complain about it if it’s not good.”

He smiles and you want to blush. “Yes! I promise.”

So you do it for him. Even though you’re high too. You measure some rice and water into the rice cooker (Osamu has to give you pointers on how much of each to put in) and you scrounge around Atsumu's depressingly bare kitchen for a few sheets of seaweed and some easy fillings. Osamu pulls a stool up to the island counter and rests his chin on his hands so he can watch you with a bleary look of adoration on his face.

It takes you…maybe half an hour to be done? It’s hard to gauge time when you’re high. You and 'Samu both jump when the rice cooker finishes and plays the little rice cooker song, which will remain stuck in your head for the foreseeable future. 'Samu hums it in a loop while you shape the rice into lopsided triangles and wrap the nori around it.

“Here,” you tell him when you set the plate down in front of him. He looks entirely too happy to be eating your mediocre food for someone who literally does this for a living, but who cares.

He picks one, takes a bite, swallows. And blinks.

“What do you think?” you ask in spite of yourself.

“Umm…salty,” Osamu says.

You grab one to try yourself and it’s salty. Like, ocean salty. Yuck. “I told you it would be bad,” you complain, trying to tug the plate away but Osamu grabs it and pulls it back.

“Noooo…it’s good,” he lies, although his face is giving him away. Still, he takes another bite and chews enthusiastically.

“Shut up.” You tug a little harder but Osamu doesn’t let go.

He swallows, pulls a face, and takes another one. “So good. I love it.”

“Shut up. You sound so fake. You’re going to get sick if you eat that.” You keep pulling, but he insists on pretending it’s edible so you admit defeat and help him finish the onigiri off. God, they’re awful. But he keeps eating and so you do too.

When you’re done, your mouth feels dry as fuck and you want to sleep almost as much as you want to drink about a gallon of water. “Is it bedtime yet?” 'Samu asks, wiping his mouth and then rubbing his eyes again.

The clock over the oven says it’s past 4. “Yes. It’s bedtime.”

“Wait—we’re…we’re not at home, right? We’re at 'Tsumu's?”

“Mhm.”

“I prolly drove here…I dunno if I can drive now,” Osamu tells you slowly, like he’s apologizing. “I think I'm kinda high.”

“Oh yeah?” You hold your laugh back and put your hands up on his cheeks. “How do you feel?”

“Dizzy. Blurry? Like…you’re in slow-motion.” His hands come up to layer over yours. “You’re pretty in slow-mo.”

“Prettier than usual?”

Osamu closes his eyes, scrunching them up to think and then looking over your face intently. “Same amount, just slower. So it’s easier to see.”

“That so?” You slip your hands around to drape over his shoulders and get up on your tiptoes to give him a little kiss on the cheek, because he’s earned it. “You know what, I think I'm kinda high too. I think we’re going to have to have a sleepover.”

“On the couch? S’not big enough for us both.”

“You can sleep with 'Tsumu in his bed…or I guess you could sleep on the ground?”

'Samu's mouth twists and his brows draw together. You can practically hear the gears in his mind turning while he considers alternatives. “Can we share the bed?”

“I think Atsumu's gonna want it. It’s his house.”

“But he’s already sleeping.”

True, you can hear Atsumu snoring lightly from the living room underneath David Attenborough’s description of endangered falcons in the Philippine rainforest. You should really wake him up—matter of fact, you should really clean up the kitchen because it’s a huge mess—but 'Samu's already pulling you away. And you’re so sleepy.

“He’s going to be pissed tomorrow,” you tell Osamu through a yawn, but you let him steer you in the direction of Atsumu's bedroom, holding your hand.

“Don’t care…I hate sleeping without you.”

“Yeah,” you say, and you squeeze his hand and he looks back at you like you’re the literal best thing in the entire universe—and you decide you should get him high more often. “Same.”

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