#i think we need someone younger to start writing brown people

[sillyguy-supreme]

"that-glasses-bitch isn't like OTHER gays" im gonna cry this is so funny

i saw that-glasses-bitch and hbo reboot sunny entered my head so vividly and i had to share

[muffinpink02]

Perhaps some lucy inspo:

Lucy x (reader or ona) are on a spa trip, they haven’t done anything sexual in a couple of days for x reason, so now they can’t keep their hands off each other

extra inspo for if you write jealousy fics:

But there is someone (a worker or fellow visitor) who also cannot keep their hands off lucy (or ona) and eventually the mixture of jealousy, good looking gf, no sexual activities became to much and I think we can all imagine what happened either at the hotel (or at home)😌

just some inspo, you don’t have to use this storyline and can also rewrite it however, perhaps private jacuzzi on vacay instead of spa day etc etc

also cannot wait for the next chapters of the fics you’re currently writing. Massive fan of your work!!

The Big O

Thank you to the beautiful anon for this idea. Here you go. Its very quick and rushed, sorry.

Warning - Smut - angry sex

“I can’t wait for this. We needed a break.” Ona smiled over at Lucy as she opened the balcony doors of the hotel room. The taller girl lugged their shared suitcase into the room. Smiling at her girlfriend's excitement.

It had been a while since the couple had a break together, the last real holiday they had was after the World Cup. Yeah, they had breaks in between but they hadn’t been on a summer holiday. They had both been so busy with their own schedules, not to mention the champions league. They became passing ships in the night, hardly really spending time together. That also meant that they hadn’t been able to be intimate with each other in a while. 3 weeks to be exact. 

So, yeah, they needed this. They made a promise to shut off their phones, no emails, no calls, nothing that could distract them. 

“Yeah. I just can’t wait to see you in that bikini you brought.” The older brunette smiled playfully at Ona. 

“Oh, what one?” Ona smiled innocently.

The older brunette stepped into Onas space, smiling down at the doe-eyed girl. “The one that shows off your arse perfectly.”

Ona bit her lip. Something she knew that drove Lucy crazy. The pair had been flirting the whole way here, both wanting each other desperately. Lucy was finding it hard to keep her hands to herself on the flight, her fingers had found themselves between Ona’s legs, teasingly stroking Ona’s bare thighs the whole plain journey. The younger girl didn’t mind at first but when Lucy's fingers got higher and higher to her core she couldn't stop the heat burning between her legs. She was close to dragging Lucy into the plains toilet just to get some kind of release. 

“I love it when you look at me like that.” Lucy purred. She put her finger under Ona’s chin, making the girl look up at her. 

“Like what?” Ona whispered. She knew what she was doing. 

A lot of people would mistake Ona’s innocent look for being the softer one in the bedroom, the more submissive one. And yeah, she definitely was but she could also be very dominating when she wanted to be. She could play Lucy so easily, and Lucy loved it. She would fall for those beautiful brown Disney like eyes everytime, doing anything Ona would ask of her. 

“You know exactly what I'm talking about.” Lucy cupped the shorter girl's face and slowly brought her lips to her own. It was slow at first, both feeling the other girl's mouth, tasting the other's lips. Ona’s watermelon gloss tingled the tip of Lucy's tongue, making her mouth water. Lucy grabbed the back of Ona's neck, pushing her tongue into her mouth. Ona whimpered on feeling her girlfriend's smooth tongue push past her lips and into her mouth.

“Ergh, I love when you make those noises.” 

The Spaniard giggled, but it was cut off when Lucy pushed her on her back, hitting the soft mattress below her. She quickly climbed on top of the smaller girl, reattaching her lips to Ona’s own. It was quick messy kisses, the sounds of their wet lips smacking hard against the other. It was when Lucy started to roll her hips into Ona’s core that the Spaniard started to moan.

“Lu-,” 

Ona was cut off from Lucy sucking on her neck.

Ona could feel her underwear becoming wetter, she wanted Lucy so badly. Her next words were going to be difficult.

“Lucy, we have to st- aaa.”

Lucy quickly slipped her hand into Ona’s shorts, touching her clothed sex.

“So wet already.” Lucy hummed cockily.

Ona gritted her teeth. It had been too long since she felt Lucy between her legs. So long since she felt those talented fingers inside her. She wanted nothing more then for Lucy to fuck her right here, right now, but she had to stop her.

“Lucy, w-we have to s-stop.”

Lucy stopped, looking down at her girlfriend, who was now panting hard. Her lips swollen from Lucy's relentless sucking.

“Stop? Why?” Her confused horny face made Ona’s pussy clench.

“I booked us a spa treatment. We have to be there in 10 minutes.” 

“Are you saying I can’t have you screaming my name in 2 minutes? Because I take that as a challenge.” Lucy smirked down at Ona, capturing her lips once more.

Ona let herself get lost in Lucy's kisses once more. It was when Lucy started to push Ona’s t-shirt up, her short nails scratching against her tight skin, bringing Ona back into the presence.

“We can’t. Come. I’ll make it up to you later.” Ona gave a quick kiss to Lucy's lips before pushing her off. 

Lucy let out a sigh and smiled. “You will definitely make it up to me.” She slapped Ona’s arse playfully, making the younger girl yelp.

Never one to be outdone, Ona stepped in front of Lucy, giving her best doe eye impression. “I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.” 

The northerner's jaw clenched, her eyes closed as she let out a frustrated sigh.

“You better get us to the spa before I throw you on that bed.” 

Ona giggled, she loved to rile up Lucy, she had found in the past that it would always make the sex just a little more fiery, more passionate, a lot more dirty.

The girls quickly got ready for the appointment. They changed into their bikinis and headed to the spa. They checked in and waited in the seating area for their masseuse. Lucy leaned into Ona. “I definitely would have had you screaming my name in that time.” 

Ona chuckled. “Stop. Try and calm down, you’re going to have someone touching you, I don’t want you all worked up for them.” 

Lucy ignored that, and continued.

“I just hope you know that I brought the big one, the one that you beg me to go slow with.”

Ona felt the chills go up her back from Lucy's words. She felt her cunt tighten, thinking about that exact strap Lucy was referring to. 

“Fuck, Lucy.” Ona whispeared.

Before Ona could respond, with a full sentence, not that she really could have, her mind had turned to mush, two women came into the waiting room.

“Hi, I’m Sarah, I’m here for Lucy.” A blonde woman smiled at the pair. 

“That's me.” Lucy smiled.

“And you must be Ona. I’m Sam.” The tall brunette masseuse smiled at the younger girl. 

Lucy didn’t miss the way the masseuse eyed up Ona. 

“That's me.” Ona smiled.

“Perfect.” Sam's grin was devilish. Lucy didn’t like it one bit.

The women sat next to each of the girls, talking about the session and what it would involve. Even though Lucy was trying to listen, her eyes kept wandering over to Ona and the tall brunette. They were speaking Catalan. The women had heard Ona’s accent and of course she happened to also be Catalonian too. So even though Lucy knew a lot of Spanish, she wasn't able to pick up the conversation. Especially at the rate they were speaking. Whatever they were talking about must have been funny because Ona was constantly laughing at the pretty brunette. And for some particular reason Sam had to constantly keep touching Ona’s bare thigh. 

“So does that sound good, Lucy?” Sarah asked.

Lucy was pulled out of her stare off, with the back of Sam's head. “Hmm? Oh yeah, that's great.” She nodded. 

“Great. I’m just going to grab some bits and we’ll head over.” 

Lucy nodded and smiled, she wasn't even sure what treatment she had agreed on.

“Grcias Sam.” Ona smiled. Sam walked out of the room, possibly doing the same thing Sarah was doing. Ona looked over at Lucy, who looked a bit flustered. 

“Hey, what are you getting?” Ona asked.

“Oh erm, the Swedish rock salt, tissue massage.” Lucy was sure that's what Sarah said. “You?”

“Sam suggested I get a full body deep tissue massage. She said it's the best type for what we do.”

“Hmm, so she knows who you are?” 

“Yeah, she's actually not far from my town.”

“Hmm, small world.” Lucy smiled, but it was her weird smile. Ona knew that smile.

The women came back, holding white robes. They followed each woman to their own rooms. The pair smiled as they separated. Lucy noticing once more how Sam’s eyes roamed over Ona. Even though this was meant to be a relaxing moment, Lucy was far from relaxed. She couldn't stop thinking about Ona in the other room, being touched by the other woman. 

“Okay, so you’re very tight on your shoulders, I’m going to work on that for a bit. Just try to relax, you feel very tense.” Sarah said.

Lucy hummed. Even though Sarah had no clue about why Lucy was currently very tense right now, she knew she was right, she needed to relax. She tried. Though she couldn't stop the thoughts of Sam’s hands going an inch too high up Ona’s towel, or an inch too low down her back. Or if she made Ona moan from her touches, what if she made those cute sexy noises that only Lucy pulled from her. Lucy may have regretted teasing Ona before the session.

The 45 minutes had passed. Lucy got dressed and thanked Sarah, though the girl was only more tense. Lucy waited in the waiting room for Ona, even though they both had a 45 minute treatment, Lucy waited another 15 minutes before she saw Ona. The girl had a giant dopey smile on her face. Her cheeks had a pink flush to it. Her hair had been in her neat classic bun before she went in the room with Sam, but now it was down and messy. The girl literally looked like she had just been fucked. And Lucy would know, she had made her look like that plenty of times.

“How was it?” Ona asked, her voice sounded rough.

“Good, you?” 

“Soooo good, I don’t think I’ve ever had it like that before. She knew what she was doing.” Ona smiled.

“Hmm, good, good. Why so long?” 

“Ohh, it was her last session, she gave me head,- a head massage.” Ona started to bun her hair back up.

Lucy raised her brows at Ona’s words. “Ohhh, nice of her.” 

Ona nodded, not noticing Lucy's clear annoyance, or if she did she was ignoring it. 

“Yeah. I’m hungry. Shall we grab something to eat? 

“Sure.” 

The girls grabbed lunch in the hotel. Lucy had calmed down after Ona snaked her hand in hers, mindlessly stroking her knuckles, something that Lucy loved. She knew she was just being jealous, not having sex for so long probably made it worse. Her body was ready to combust and the quick make out session they had in the hotel room before really didn't help.

They sat at the hotel's beach, soaking in the sun, finally relaxing. She looked over at Ona laying on her front, her beautiful arse cheeks swallowing the bikini. Lucy had to lick her lips, making sure she wasn't actually dribbling.

“Do you want a drink? I’ll go to the bar.”

Ona smiled, pushing her glasses down. “Can I get a strawberry daiquiri, please?” 

Lucy kissed Ona deeply, holding the back of her head. “Of course you can.” 

Lucy made her way to the bar, she ordered the drinks then noticed the TV. The bar was playing the football, it was Chelsea vs Man City, a game she was hoping to watch. She took a seat at the bar, waiting for the cocktail to be made, but also wanting to get comfy as she watched on. 

Lucy had a few favourite things in this world, and watching football was one of them. Fucking Ona until she couldnt feel her legs no more was another. Playing football was another. Ona probably couldn't tell you in what order that went from top to bottom. 

It had been 10 minutes Ona looked towards the bar, wondering where her girlfriend was, she wasn't worried, they were still at the hotel. She knew when Lucy was in a good mood the girl could make friends with anyone, so she imagined she was maybe talking to a fan or something. Another 10 minutes and still nothing, that’s when Ona heard that very familiar roar of a bar that she realised why Lucy had not returned. Of course. 

“How's your head?” Ona looked up to see Sam the masseuse. With the way Sam was smiling at Ona, she couldn’t help but think Sam was trying to have a double meaning with that question. 

“A lot better thank you. I definitely feel more relaxed.” Ona smiled.

“Good, I’m glad to hear it, I've been told by many girls that my hands have relieved a lot of tension. My fingers know just where to hit those spots.” Sam’s smile was dangerous. 

She was coming on strong. Ona would normally politely turn down a girl who was flirting with her. But, Ona was annoyed with Lucy right now. They were meant to be on holiday, relaxing together, no phones, no screens, no interruptions. Ona also wouldn't have minded if she had watched it for 5 minutes and came back. But she had been gone for 30 minutes, Lucy had clearly got lost in the game.  

That's when Ona decided to make things interesting. She carried on speaking to Sam. She knew half time would have to be any minute now. And just like clock work, she did, just in perfect timing, she could see Lucy getting up from the bar. Putting her plan in motion. 

“Sam. Could you get my back, please. I can feel it getting red.” 

Sam couldn't have moved quick enough. She took the bottle of sun cream from Ona’s hand and began to rub her back. Ona even undid her bikini straps at her neck, making a show of it. And that show had finally caught the attention of green eyes. Lucy's green eyes. 

Ona closed her eyes and stretched her neck as Sam pressed her fingers deeply into her muscles. She could hear Lucy was close. So she moaned. She didn’t even have to put it on too much, as Sam did genuinely have magic fingers. Ona let out another groan, but this time it turned into a small whimper. 

Lucy wasn't a violent person, but she wanted nothing more than to rugby tackle Sam to the floor. She watched as her fingers slowly rubbed against Ona’s skin, she even made Ona arch as she hit spots that not even Lucy could hit, because she didn’t know what muscle even did that. As she got closer she even heard Ona moan, then she heard her whimper. That was the whimper that only Lucy made her do. Now here she was watching her girlfriend moan for another woman right in front of her.

“I didn’t realise the hotel offered massages outside the spa.” Lucy almost growled. 

“Oh, hey babe, Sam was passing by so I asked her to top up my cream.” Ona smiled.

Lucy knew that smile, she knew what Ona was doing. She continued.

“You were gone for a while. Did you get my drink?” Ona asked.

“Oh, yeah sorry. They’re playing the game, I just wanted to catch the last bit of it.” Lucy looked guilty. 

“Hmm. I see.” Ona nodded. 

“Here's your drink.” Lucy passed over Ona a warm, cocktail, even as she passed it she realised how stupid this looked. 

Sam decided to involve herself in the conversation. “Aye, that drink is no good. I can make a better cocktail than this. Give me 5 minutes, I’ll be right back.” 

Ona smiled widely up at Sam. “Oh thank you. You don’t have to do that.” 

Sam laughed, responding in their mother tongue, making Ona giggle.

Lucy had to hold her fists by her side. Her anger for Sam growing all the more. She sat down in her deck chair. Looking at the younger girl. “Sorry Ona. I was gone for too long. 

“You were.” She only confirmed. 

“I’m sorry. I know we said no screens, I just got carried away.” She grabbed Ona’s hand kissing the back of it, making Ona smile at her. 

“It's okay. You can make it up to me.” She smirked, not looking at Lucy.

Lucy was relieved to see Ona wasn't actually angry. She moved in close to her girlfriend, kissing her neck, she could taste the salt from her sweat, she sucked on her skin, relishing in the way Ona gasped. 

“I’d do anything to make you smile.”

Just like Sam promised she was back in 5 minutes, much to Lucy's dismay.. 

“Here you go, this my own personal cocktail. I call it ‘The big O.”  She winked.

Even though Sam was rude enough to flirt openly with Ona, she had also made a cocktail for Lucy. Ona sat up taking the glass from Sam.

“Ohh it looks amazing. Thank you Sam.” Ona smiled. She wrapped her lips around the pink straw and hummed. “Wow, that's really good. Try it Luce.” 

Lucy rolled her eyes behind her sunglasses. She imagined Ona was just being polite, she took her own sip. Wow, yeah, no, that was good. It was maybe the best cocktail she had ever had. But Sam didn't need to know that.

“Bit sweet for me. Thank you though.” 

Sam smiled. “That's okay, everyone has a type, no? Anyways, enjoy the sun. Intenta no cremar, nena bonica.” She winked at Ona as she walked off.

Lucy was seething, she might not be an expert at the language but she knew enough to know she had just called Ona. 

“I don’t like her.” Lucy grunted.

Ona chuckled, she loved Lucy like this. “Oh stop. She's just doing her job.” 

Lucy folded her arms like a sulking toddler. Ona could only smile at her girlfriends cute, jealous antics as she drank the delicious cocktails.

The evening arrived, the girls rushed up to their rooms to get ready for another reservation Ona had made, it was only for dinner but it was a balcony view that you had to book in advance. If Ona knew how worked up the pair was going to be she would have just ordered room service. Lucy of course couldn't keep her hands off of the younger girl as she came out of the shower, slapping Ona’s arse cheeks as she walked past her. 

They arrived for their dinner reservation, and Ona was grateful she had the willpower to stop Lucy’s hand creeping into her underwear just before they left the hotel room. The view was breathtaking, it overlooked the sea and the other islands. The sun was halfway to setting, making the sky a beautiful pink and orange colour. The girls had their dinner, happy to be in one another's company. They had needed this, just them, nothing in their way. Even though they both had wanted to tear each other's clothes off every waking minute, this was something they needed. Catching up with certain bits of their lives that they hadn't been able to in a while. 

The girls finished their dinner and headed to the beach. The hotel had an event each night for the guests. Tonight was salsa dancing. Lucy and Ona sat at a table waiting for the entertainment. A pretty waitress came over to take their order.

“Hey, what can I get for you?” She looked at Lucy, a shy smile on her face.

“Hi, can I please get a beer. Ona?” Lucy looked over.

“A strawberry daiquiri please.” 

The waitress smiled at Lucy. “No, problem.” She walked off to get their drinks.

“Someones a fan.” Ona rolled her eyes.

“She’s just being friendly.” Lucy chuckled.

The girl returned with their orders. “Here you go Miss Bronze.” 

Lucy didn't stop the grin on her face. “Thank you.” 

“And your martini.” She handed Ona the drink.

“Oh erm, I didn't order this.” 

“No? Oh, I’m sorry. I must have gotten a bit flustered, I’m a really big fan.” She eyed Lucy up with absolutely no shame. “What was it you ordered?” 

Ona stared at the waitress. Her normally soft eyes turned angry.

“A strawberry daiquiri.” 

“That’s right, sorry. I'll grab that for you now.”

“Thank you. Don’t stress, we all make mistakes.” Lucy smiled. 

The waitress put her hand on Lucy's naked muscle. “Thank you.”

Ona rolled her eyes, seething in her seat. Out of the two Ona was definitely the more jealous one. 

This time it wasnt the waitress that came over, it was Sam, again. Did she not take a break?

“Hola, I saw the mix up. Sorry about that, I took the liberty of making my ‘Big O’ you look like you need it.”

“Sam! Thank you! I wanted to ask if they served it but you mentioned it was your own cocktail.” She sucked on her straw.

Lucy cleared her throat. “Do you work on every section or?”

Ona nudged Lucy under the table.

Sam chuckled. “I do work a lot of the hotel, si. I’m actually working in the entertainment tonight.”

“Of course you are.” Lucy muttered under her breath, Sam nor Ona heard her.

“So, Ona did you want to take up my offer for the message session?”

“What's this?” Lucy asked.

“Sam said I needed more work done to my upper thighs and lower back. She said I had a lot of tension there.”

“Si, I offered for her to have another treatment. Her body needs some extra attention in those areas. She's very tight. I could release her from that tension.” Sam smiled at Ona.

“I’ll definitely let you know. We have a few days planned.” Ona smiled, sipping on Sam's cocktail.

“Please do, it would be my pleasure.” Sam smirked as she walked away. 

Lucy could see the newspapers already. ‘Bronze turned boxer.’ or ‘Lucy Ali’ 

“She couldn't be any more obvious if she tried.” Lucy sneered.

Ona grabbed her hand, and kissed her knuckles. “It doesn't matter. It's you who I want. It's you who will be fucking me later. It's you who I love.”

Lucy couldn't hold back the shiver that kissed her skin. She leaned into Ona’s face, kissing the girl with a passion Ona hadn't felt in a while. Just as they pulled apart the lights dimmed, and the stage lit up. Music boomed in from the speakers, salsa dancers came onto the stage. 

The entertainment was amazing, the girls were enjoying themselves. The first show finished and the audience clapped for the dancers. 

It wasn't until a familiar face came on stage that Lucy felt her shoulders drop. Sam came on stage in traditional salsa wear. It was a very different sight for the uniform she wore before. She had a beautiful body, her curves sat in the black dress perfectly. The music began, her and the male partner danced the tango, it was undeniably one of the sexiest dancers two people could do. 

The dance came to an end, the crowd clapped loudly for Sam and her partner. They bowed and the male dancer walked off stage. 

“Thank you, now it is your turn. I need a partner. I'm going to pick two volunteers, and I don’t take no for an answer.” Sam’s eyes landed on the shorter brunette.

Lucy's stomach dropped.

Sam stepped down off the stage, she pointed at one man who stood up quickly, making his way on the stage. She didn't have to walk very far as she put her hand out for Ona to take.

Lucy could tell Ona wasn't sure what to do, her big brown doe eyes looked almost worried. Lucy didn't want that. Yes, she could be jealous and possessive but she wouldn't actually want Ona to feel like she couldn't do something because of her jealousy. That’s not how she wanted this relationship. 

Ona stared at her, needing some kind of confirmation, she wouldn’t do it if Lucy would genuinely be hurt. She saw the small smile and nod that Lucy gave her, giving her the green light. She took Sam’s hand, allowing her to be led to the stage. 

“Can I please have a round of applause for my volunteers. Please tell us your names.” 

“I’m Craig.” The guy smiled.

“I’m Ona.” 

Lucy did the loudest wolf whistle she could muster, causing Ona to giggle. 

“Okay, the challenge is to dance. Whoever can keep up with me wins. If you forget or falter you are out. The winner wins a bottle of champagne.” Sam said. 

Now, it doesn’t matter what the prize is. Ona and Lucy will want to win everytime, even if the prize is just to gloat. So, yeah, Lucy was going to cheer Ona on. Even if Sam was very obvious and wanted her girl. They needed to win. 

Sam went through some steps with the pair. Very basic at first, just a one, two step, dip kind of thing. Ona and Craig stayed on count. Lucy couldn’t help but watch as Ona’s hips made an easy step look so sexy. Sam gave them more steps, getting more technical and faster, the audience cheered as they kept up with her. 

“Well done, now we put it to the test. You will dance the steps. I will jump in with you, whoever can keep with me the longest, wins.” 

It would be impossible for either of them to keep up with her, she was a professional dancer, but that was probably the point. Sam pointed to the guy to go first. The music started and he began to dance, he kept up with the basic steps. The crowd cheered him on, he wasn't too bad. Sam then stepped closer taking his hands to dance with him. As soon as she made it faster he messed up. 

The audience clapped for his efforts. Sam strode up to Ona. The music started to play again and Ona did the steps. Lucy knew Ona could dance, she always looked so easy and free when she did, her body could move like a snake. So, she looked very natural with these steps. Sam then took Onas hands and began to dance with her, Lucy noticed Sam's hand placements straight away, one on her hip verging on her arse, the other clasped with her hand.

She made the steps quicker but Ona kept up easily, Sam pushed herself closer to the shorter girl, looking down at her. The girl was taller than Lucy, so Ona looked even tinier next to her. 

Sam smirked down at Ona, realising she could actually dance. She began to twirl Ona’s smaller body, bringing her back into her chest, faces inches from her own. If Lucy didn't hate Sam she would have thought it was actually quite sexy. Ona and Sam were wearing very samilair dresses, making the dance even more in sync. Sam spun Ona again and dipped her backwards. Ona must have hid this talent from Lucy because she was keeping up with Sam no problem, she looked like a professional dancer. Her face was as focused as it was on a football pitch. 

Sam brought her to her body again, Ona’s thigh slipped between Sams as they danced closely, Sam's hands slipped into Ona’s hair and made a circular motion. Ona’s eyes closed as she was moved around easily. Okay, yeah, Lucy was horny, and jealous?

Sam twirled the petite girl once more and brought Ona’s back to her chest. She brought her face close to Ona’s neck, her lips barely just touching Ona’s skin, then twirled her again. She began to slowly dip Ona backwards, her hand gliding up the girl's thigh, revealing her muscular leg. She pushed her thigh high, against her own body, it looked so sexual, it almost felt like you were interrupting something. Her face came close to Ona’s lips then, down her neck, then down her chest. 

Lucy was feeling many different feelings right now, and horny was the biggest one, but she was also so proud of Ona. She didn’t know the girl could dance like that. The music ended and Sam slowly brought Ona back up to her feet, both smiling and out of breath. 

The hotel guest jumped to their feet and cheered, including Lucy. Ona looked straight at her girlfriend, happy to see her smiling. 

Sam lifted Ona’s hand and bowled, she then took a step back to let Ona have the moment. Lucy looked at her girlfriend, she was slightly out of breath, her face was flushed, her once neat hair tousled. Lucy needed her. 

Sam whispered something in Ona’s ear but that girl was paying her no attention, she could feel the way Lucy was looking at her. In this very moment it was just her and Lucy, her green eyes were undressing her body. 

Sam brought over the cold champagne. “Ona, everybody!” The crowd clapped once more. Ona thanked Sam while taking her prize. She made quick steps towards Lucy. 

“Room. Now” 

That's all Ona needed to say and Lucy was up.

Ona gasped as her back hit the wall of their hotel room. Lucy’s mouth was all over her neck. Her tongue sucked, and licked at her bare skin. She was leaving marks. Ona could tell. She couldn't stop her even if she wanted to. Lucy was lost in a haze, biting and sucking her skin in between her lips. She wanted to mark the girl. Make a point that she was hers. No one else's. 

“Fuck, Luce.” Ona struggled to see straight. 

“You liked it didn't you? All day. Making me jealous? Hmm?” Lucy asked. 

Ona smirked. “Sí, I did.” 

Lucy hummed. “I guess I’ll have to remind you who you belong to.” She gave Ona a particularly sharp bite to the neck. Making the girl cry out. 

She grabbed the shorter brunette by the waist, her lips attached to hers. She kissed Ona deeply, almost roughly. She cradled the back of her head as she moved them to the foot of the bed. Ona moaned at the sheer strength of Lucy's tongue, pushing its way into her mouth, taking full control of the kiss. She pulled back.

“Strip. Get on the bed.” Lucy commanded. 

Ona nodded, striping herself of her clothes. 

The older brunette made her way to their suitcase, looking for her strap. Lucy removed her clothes, leaving her completely naked. She pulled the harness up her strong thighs, adjusting the thick strap between her legs. She heard a small gasp behind her. She turned around to see Ona on her back, her head on the pillows with her hand between her legs. Lucy smirked, she loved watching Ona pleasure herself, she would watch her all day if she could, but she would always end up replacing Ona’s hand with her own, or her mouth. 

She slowly walked over to the bed, Ona’s fingers were glistening with her juices, her eyes closed tightly as she circled her sensitive clit. Lucy watched as her girlfriend started to lose herself in her own pleasure, her small whimpers and whines making Lucy lose her calm resolve. She wanted to be inside her. She kneeled on the bed and slowly crawled to the petite women, trying not to make too much movement. She was like a moth to the flame, mesmerised by Ona, she couldn't take her eyes away from her glistening lips, her own mouth watering at the sight in front of her. 

The taller brunette brought her lips to Ona’s thigh, kissing the sensitive flesh. Ona smiled, feeling her girlfriends lips on her, she opened her eyes watching Lucy crawl closer to her.

“Kiss me.” Ona whispered. 

Lucy moved higher up Ona’s thighs, closer to her sex, Lucy could smell how wet Ona was, the buds on her tongue watering at the thought of tasting her. She couldn't wait any longer, she would normally tease Ona a lot more, kiss her all over her petite body, make her beg for her, but she had waited too long. She dipped her head to Ona’s core, causing Ona to move her hand away. She took one long lick up her folds onto the sensitive bud. 

“No, Luce kiss me, please.” 

Lucy lifted her head up, Ona was looking down at her, pleading for her. She could never deny Ona anything, especially like this. She crawled up to the shorter brunette, her body was so small under hers. She made sure to let the dick rub against Ona’s body as she moved, reminding her exactly what she was going to do to her. Reminding her exactly who Ona belonged to.

Ona squirmed as she felt the thick rubber press against her. She grabbed Lucy's face and brought their lips together. Ona tried to take control but Lucy didn't allow it, she roughly pushed her tongue into Ona’s making her gasp. The older brunette was losing patience, and Ona could tell. Her strong hips started to move against Ona’s body, she wanted to fuck her, she wanted to here Ona scream her name.

But so did Ona. She wasn't the only one who got riled up by jealousy tonight. Yeah, Lucy maybe had to endure it a lot more, but Ona also knew Lucy was about to wreck her. And she knew she could go for hours if she wanted to. And Ona needed to come now, not in a couple of hours, while Lucy made her beg. The petite girl wrapped her leg around Lucy's body and easily flipped them. Lucy was on her back with Ona on top, smiling down proudly at her own strength.

“You’re so easy Luce.” The shorter brunette whispered into her ear, making Lucy shiver.

“I’m going to ride your face until I’m satisfied, then you can do what you want with me. Does that sound good, baby?”

Lucy nodded quickly. This was the Ona people didn't get to see, (for obvious reasons.) The sweet doe eye Spaniard could be just as dominating as the brunette beneath her. Maybe even more.

She quickly crawled up Lucy's body, ready to take what she wanted from her. She planted her thighs next to Lucy's head and lowered her wet pussy onto Lucy's hot mouth. 

“Fuck.” Ona’s eyes closed as she dropped her head back. As soon as she felt Lucy's soft mouth on her painfully throbbing clit she couldn't wait. She moved her hips into Lucy's mouth, she snaked her fingers into the dark roots of Lucy's hair, and grinded her hips. Lucy wrapped her hands around Ona's hips, helping her guide her movements. She lapped at Ona’s cunt, her thick juices covered her tongue, the girl was wet. Lucy swallowed the mouthful of fluids, moaning as she felt the wetness glide down her throat.  

Ona had one hand in Lucy's hair the other on the head board, giving her full control in how she moved her body against Lucy's skillful tongue. She was dominating the situation, and Lucy was happy enough to be used for Ona’s pleasure. She loved when Ona took charge, the dominant energy in her would switch off so easily, and allow the normally softer lover to take what she wanted. 

Lucy wrapped her lips around Ona’s soft bundle of nerves, making the girl groan loudly, her hips becoming more rough. She knew Lucy could take it. She could feel the swell in her stomach grow. She grabbed Lucy's head with both hands and began to fuck her face, she could hear how wet she was as Lucy slurped on her velvety folds. 

“Hmm, Lucy, your mouth. Are you swallowing?” 

Lucy hummed. Ona had a kink for Lucy swallowing her essence, she loved to hear the girl's throat drinking her down. Especially when she came, she would hold Lucy's head down to make sure she cleaned and swallowed every bit of her up. Not letting her move until she was happy. 

Ona felt the tickling vibration from Lucy's mouth. She smiled down at the girl as she fucked her face. “Good girl. Make sure you swallow when I come.”

Lucy hummed again. Sending sweet vibrations into the petite girl. “Fuck, Lucy, Just like that, Dont stop.”

Ona grinded her hips deep into Lucy's mouth. Her thighs started to shake. The grip in Lucy's hair was almost painful. She let out a cry as she felt Lucy suck perfectly on her clit. She came hard against the girl's tongue. Lucy groaned as she felt Onas wetness slowly drip into her mouth. Swallowing it as loudly as she could. Ona slowed her movements, trying to catch her breath. She looked down at her beautiful girlfriend, licking and cleaning her up. She gently stroked Lucy's hair back. 

“You’re so good. So good.” 

Lucy hummed as she continued licking and swallowing, catching every drop she could. Ona didn't move, she stayed on Lucy's face, enjoying the feeling of her tongue stroking her sensitive folds. They stayed like this for a while, until Ona decided she wanted more. She began to move her hips again, gently this time. Allowing Lucy to move at the pace she wanted. 

Lucy looked up at Ona, she watched as her girlfriend's body gently rocked against her mouth. She looked breathtaking. Her long brown chestnut hair dripped down her chest and back, her eyes were closed as she was lost in the pleasure of Lucy's mouth. She began to make small whimpers as she approached her second orgasm. She came again, crying as she flung her head back in pleasure. Lucy swallowed and suckled just the way the Spaniard liked. Ona gasped as Lucy caressed her with her tongue, finally not able to take anymore, she lifted herself off the older girl and dropped on the bed beside her.

“Your mouth’s amazing.” Ona breathed out. 

Lucy chuckled, she sat up looking at Ona’s body next to her, she could see the bruises forming on her neck from her earlier assault. Her cunt was aching looking at her.

Lucy wasn't a rough lover, she definitely liked to take control and be in charge but she wasnt rough. But with all the emotions of jealousy running through her, seeing Sam's hands all over her girlfriend's body woke something up in her. She moved to the end of the bed, she leaned forward and grabbed Ona by her waist, easily moving the girl. Ona yelped.

“On your knees.”

Ona looked shocked by the sudden change in Lucy's mood. She dropped to her knees in front of Lucy. Ona saw the huge appendage between Lucy's legs, it was their biggest toy, Ona enjoyed using it now and again but a lot of the time Lucy had to go slow. So it wasn't their most used item.

Ona didn’t feel as cocky as she did before, staring down Lucy’s huge strap.

“Open.” 

Ona nodded her head, she opened her mouth and took in the tip of the dick. Lucy's hands snaked into her lose her, guiding her head down the dick. She stopped before she got half way, the girth of the toy was already stretching out her lips.

“That’s it baby.” Lucy started to move her hips forward, pushing Ona’s head back against the mattress. Ona’s hands were on the older brunette's thighs. Lucy removed her hands and pushed them above her head, onto the mattress. Making her press deeper into Ona’s mouth. The spaniard gagged as Lucy began to slowly fuck her face against the bed. 

“You look so good Ona, you're taking it so well. Don’t stop baby.” 

Ona felt the thick plastic slide its way down her throat. Ona could tell Lucy was definitely about to take out some pent up anger on her throat. And that was exactly what the Spaniard wanted, she knew she pushed Lucy today. 

Lucy’s hip started to pick up pace, she held Ona’s wrist in one hand the other gripping at her head. Ona moaned at the new speed, she could feel herself dripping, being used like this from Lucy was a rarity, Lucy looked down at Ona, her doe like eyes were prickling with tears. Her lips sliding up and down the appendage. 

“You drive me crazy Ona.” Lucy pushed deeper. 

Ona’s head was basically trapped between Lucy and the mattress, she could feel her breathing getting more difficult as the dick took up most of the space in her throat, restricting her of air. Tears were streaming down her cheeks now, she started to choke around Lucy's dick. Lucy pulled back, Ona gasped as air hit her lungs again. Her spit was attached to the tip of the strap. Lucy smiled down at her. 

“Take some more.” Lucy pushed her dick back to Ona’s swollen lips. 

Ona opened her mouth, ready for what Lucy would want to give her. 

“So, you enjoy making me jealous?” Lucy snapped.

Ona’s eyes squeezed shut as Lucy pushed herself deeper into her mouth. 

“You liked making me angry? Liked flirting with your little girlfriend?”

Ona moaned, angry Lucy was a sexy Lucy. Spit started to dribble from her mouth at Lucy's pace.

“Look at you, you love it don't you, Ona? You love being a little brat.” 

Lucy finally slid the whole strap down Ona’s throat, pushing the base perfectly against her clit. She rocked her hips into Ona’s face, thoroughly face fucking the girl. Ona began to choke on the thick plastic, tears rolled down her face.

Lucy pulled out of Ona’s mouth, not wanting to actually hurt the girl. Ona coughed and sputtered as she was able to breathe again. Lucy grabbed Ona by her arms and threw her on the bed like she was nothing, another thing Ona went wild for, Lucy's strength, the girl could carry her around like she was nothing, and when she was angry, like she was now, it would always came into play.

Lucy didn't wait around, she sunk two fingers into Ona’s core. The girl gasped at the new intrusion between her legs, Lucy couldn't help but smile at the beautiful noise that escaped Ona’s mouth. 

“So tight Ona, you need to open up for me.” Lucy purred in the girl's ear.

“Fuck, Luce.” Ona groaned, Lucy picked up the pace quickly, the obscene noise that came between Ona’s legs was pornagraphic. She was so wet from Lucy fucking her face, and Lucy knew it. Ona loved rough sex, Lucy did too, but she was always the one to make sure Ona was okay with everything they did. They had their colours, they knew the limits, and Lucy knew Ona would stop her if she ever needed to, the same went for Lucy.

Lucy removed her fingers from Ona and rubbed her wetness over the strap, covering the dick in Ona’s natural lube. The girl had a lot of it. She lined herself up, looking down at Ona’s pussy. 

“You ready baby?”

“Please Lucy, I need you.” 

Lucy pushed the head off the very girthy dick into Ona’s dripping cunt. She would normally let Ona get used to the thickness but today she didn't have the composure. She pushed her hips until she bottomed out into Ona, causing the girl to whimper with each inch that pushed past her tight walls. 

“Fuck Ona.” Lucy knew she couldn't actually feel it, but the noises Ona made alone drove her crazy. She started to grind her hips into Ona, the shorter girl whimpered in her ears as she took what Luct gave her.

“L-Lu- cy!” Ona groaned out as she felt Lucy speed up, the pain quickly turned into pleasure as her pusy swallowed her. 

“You’re mine, Ona.”  Lucy grunted.

“Si. Si. Yours.”

“Don’t ever forget that.” Lucy started to suck on Ona’s skin. Making more marks. 

Ona couldn't talk, the pace of Lucy's hips was unforgiving. Lucy was lost in her own world, fucking the girl beneath her. She grabbed Onas leg and lifted it over her shoulder, pushing herself ever deeper into the petite girl. She groaned at the tightness of the girl. Ona groaned deeply, swearing and muttering between English and Catalan. Lucy was working her body hard, all that pent up anger being used on her body, it only made Ona more wet, building up another orgasm.

Lucy could feel the base of the strap hitting her perfectly. 

“You’re taking it so well baby. You didn't even make me go slow, you’re so good. So good for me.” 

Lucy's words pushed Ona further to her climax. Her body was sweating underneath Lucys, the girl's stamina was a curse and a blessing.

“I’m going to come Lucy.” 

“No, just a little more baby. Wait for me, just a little more.” 

Ona gritted her teeth as Lucy used her body to chase her climax, her own knot in her stomach was stepping dangerously close to the edge. She knew if she came Lucy wouldn't stop, and she didn't think she could take that kind of work on her body right now. So she tried her best to hold on. 

Lucy's hips moved a fraction deeper inside the Spaniard, getting herself closer to her end goal. But it only made it harder for Ona. 

“L-L.” 

“Shhh baby.” Lucy brought her hand up to stroke Ona’s sweaty head. “You can take it. Just a little more. Give me a little more.” She grunted, closing her eyes, as her clit started to throb. She looked down at the beautiful girl below. Her big brown eyes looked up at Lucy, there was so much love in those eyes, so much trust. Pushing Lucy closer.

Ona sucked in her breath, she closed her eyes, her head was throbbing from the pressure of it all. Until she heard that unmistakable groan from the girl above. 

“Fuck, I’m coming.” 

Lucys hips pushed deeper into Ona, the girl let out a high pitched cry as she was finally allowed to come. Lucy let out a deep groan, her hips never stopping, until her body reached that perfect release, pushing the girl deeper into the mattress. 

“Fuck.” Lucy panted into Ona’s sweaty neck. She gently pulled out of the younger girl, flopping beside her.

“You okay?” Lucy looked over at Ona.

Ona smiled. “So good.” 

The girls caught their breath. Lucy slipped off the harness. Ona rolled over to her girlfriend, and began to kiss her neck, sucking and biting her sweaty skin. Lucy gathered Ona’s hair in one hand and guided her down her stomach. 

“Give me your mouth baby.” 

Ona happily did what she was told, and made her way down Lucy's body, kissing her abs on the way down. She slowly kissed her hips, then slowly made her way down to the crease of Lucys lips. But she didn't touch her where she needed her. She slowly kissed over her wet lips instead, and began to kiss her thighs. She knew Lucy didn't have the patience for her teasing. The older brunette grabbed her chin.

“Keep teasing me, and I’ll fuck you over that balcony and let your little girlfriend see how loud you can be.” 

Ona chuckled. “I love you.” She smirked.

Lucy groaned. This girl was such a fucking tease. She smiled and stroked Ona’s face lovingly. “I love you baby. Now let me come in that pretty mouth.”

Ona wrapped her lips around Lucy's swollen clit. Lucy hissed at the first touch, she wasn't going to last long at all. Ona moaned as her girlfriend's arousal soaked her tongue, she began to suckle on the bundle of nerves just the way she knew Lucy loved. The older brunette, entangled her fingers into Ona’s long hair and started to fuck her face. Ona moaned at the grip on her hair as Lucy used her body once more to get off. 

“Just like that. You look so beautiful like this.” 

Ona moaned at Lucy's words. The girl grinded her hips into her mouth as Ona’s tongue hit her clit over and over again. 

“I’m coming. Don’t stop.” She pulled Ona closer into her core, keeping the girl where she needed her. Ona felt Lucy’s juices cover her tongue, she groaned at the amount of sheer wetness that flowed into her mouth. 

“Onaaa.” Lucy looked down at the girl, her tongue lapped up at her soaking cunt. 

She let Ona stay there for a little while, until it got too much. She moved her head away, laughing at Ona’s pout when the girl didnt want to move. Ona laid next to Lucy kissing her neck and snuggling next to her girlfriend.

“Best holiday ever.” Ona whispered.

“Hmm and it's only the first day.”

[maevathon-waveathon]

a not-so-short rant on booktok

as much as i would LOVE to talk about how much the middle aged women on this side of tiktok are crazy, and how literally everyone will uplift the most horrible books (ACOTAR/colleen hoover books), my beef with this side of the internet lies in what it has done to the book industry as a whole.

to give context on my perspective, i have been a reader since i was a little kid. my mother was an english teacher who taught tenth grade and AP Lang. for most of her career. we are a family of very english and history oriented people. i was a reader from the age of like, three, and i’m currently fifteen. so that’s where i’m coming from.

i have been reading since before tiktok became a thing, so i have read many books. this was also a time when reading was sort of out of vogue (not cool) so the books were vastly different. i was introduced to high quality stores such as The Land of Stories series by Chris Colfer, Percy Jackson, etc. every plot line was new to me and the communities were vastly different from what they are now.

then the pandemic hit, and everything changed. people began to turn to tiktok for ideas of hobbies, and many found books to be a fun little hobby. while this was very good for me, the kid who had NEVER been able to interact with people who liked to read before, it became very problematic when people began to start picking up on and twisting common tropes.

that’s when we come to the whole dark romance craze/plague of unoriginal YA novels that is so common today. dark romance romanticized the toxic stereotypes around certain material that is usually morally grey, and twisted it to just straight up novels about sex. it took away from what the “dark” part of dark romance really was, and turned me away from any book that has been remotely seen as darker in atmosphere, for fear that i am going to be subjected to this.

then we have the YA novels, which are getting so bad that they deserve a whole freaking paragraph. certain authors saw the words “enemies to lovers” and “prophecy” and “over complicated magic system that is never ever explained over 5 freaking installments” and decided that this was the PERFECT recipe for a book. no. no it was not. i am so sick and tired of mary sue protagonists and the same two love interests copy pasted (white boy with black hair and slightly tanned boy with brown hair) in every book and the complicated names and the PROPHECIES and the overuse of magic that i have started reading adult novels and liking them more. just because something is trending among a younger audience does not mean that every single person needs to copy it to try and turn a profit. i find myself more into books with original plot lines and interesting development than the same three books over and over again.

i am losing my mind looking at certain books and reading about the synopsizes of them just to find the same plot lines repeated and repeated and repeated and beaten to death with a stick. it’s what motivated me to start writing again in the first place, because i think the book industry is beginning to get too repetitive.

anywaysssss if anyone who sees this wants to hear updates on my current story idea feel free to ask i need to infodump to someone lmaoo.

[a-very-fond-farewell]

15 questions, 15 people:

I was tagged by the lovely @lienwyn 💕 hi dear. thank you for the opportunity to overshare 😈🔥 (also, you own a loom?? amazing flex. I’m honestly jealous ahah. and the dog-longing word?? 🥺 heartwarming 😔💕 I feel you on the pain in the back tho, that must have been quite intense for you to have such a reaction. big hugs 💜)

here we go!

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1. are you named after anyone?

unfortunately yes, but it was a mistake. my parents thought the name was elegant.. little did they know a historical figure had it too ahah

2. when was the last time you cried?

so. weird thing. I cry when I see animals. or when I look at people and go “........ earthlings just like me <3”. or when I think too much about how much I love my people. but spontaneous, SAD crying......? not sure. Ik I’ve been down recently, yeah. but if I start crying it’s the end for me. I end up with a stuffy nose all night, if I do. (my hand recently had me seeing stars tho, ngl)

3. do you have kids?

I’m glad I don’t.

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

I try not to IRL bc you never know how smart people can be. in the sense that I used to use it when I was younger and people smarter than me called me out for it enough times to make me lose any interest in it. I’m also not really good at knowing when someone is being sarcastic with me, period. so.. yeah. not really. no.

5. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

I’m oblivious. I’m so oblivious I don’t even notice large scars on their faces or the color of their eyes sometimes?? from afar I’m quite proficient at reading people’s mood tho?? like, if they are belligerent or not?? is that a thing?? also I can hear them before I can see them almost all the time. I’m a bat, I can hear everything.

6. what’s your eye color?

green? possibly? I have a colorblind mother who tells me they’re blue tho. but she might be convinced of that only because she sees her own eyes as gray when they are green. so I’m not sure about that. my dad tells me we have the same eye color..........but that’s not true. like. his are blue-blue. mine are not like that at all.

fun fact, I love dark eyes. keep talking, gorgeous, I’m not gonna argue with someone with beautiful big brown eyes.

7. scary movies or happy endings?

I’m a scaredy-cat :( I wish I could watch scary movies tho. that seems so much fun! so imma stick to happy endings for now, yes.

8. any special talents?

I craft? a lot? oh but I want to learn woodcarving *-* that would be so much fun. and I guess I’m semi-proficient in the Dad-Art of “collecting weirdly-shaped objects that will eventually come in handy to slot somewhere when they are needed”. yeah :D

9. where are you born?

in the bog. the foggy countryside. the cul-de-sac. but also. northern italy.

10. what are your hobbies?

felt punching, drawing, writing, nagging people, watching old detective shows, reading, petting cats, telling dogs they are good bois (or good girls!), cleaning cupboards, researching, taking notes, horror vacui, listening to people tell me all about their special interests, naps.

11. do you have any pets?

parents have 2 dorky kitties. I long for a silky anteater or a lobster tho. a fat loaf of a cat to call mine would be nice too one day tho, yes.

12. what sports do you/have you played?

I was pretty good at crab soccer when I was younger. and I liked skiing. ;-; too expensive for me where I lived tho.

13. how tall are you?

166cm (5’5??)

14. favourite subject in school?

Dante :) no but fr, italian literature and english. German was cool too, but now I can’t remember any of it :(

15. dream job?

I’m considering either sheparding or...... are there non-religious monasteries out there? that aren’t sects or cults? tax-free, honest labor? no? just me? ok. no but fr, restoring old furniture or working in a library. but I don’t have the qualifications for either of those unfortunately.

it’s time to open that lobster sanctuary of my dreams then 😤 that will cure me.

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here we go! thank you for the lovely game! Imma tag......... idt I have 15 peeps to tag. but I’ll tag some, in case they want to join (or simply to snoop around my business, always nice to be seen :) no pressure to play): @goaheadandflysomeplane , @fismoll7secinv , @shhhsoftnwet , @kinslayersadvocate , @sssrha , @thepointlessmasterpiece !

[talvenhenki]

how about the last 500 words of your lastest one on ao3 for the dvd commentary meme? :))

Okay so 500 words turned out to be A Lot so here you go (From The Song of Flowers: A 07-Ghost Story):

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Shaking his head, Labrador moved a little. He reached out to his nightstand to grab something. A leather-bound journal. It was thick, and it looked like over half of it had been used up already. Castor had never seen that journal before. Neither Labrador nor Frau used any journals that looked like this, although Labrador did like to write things down occasionally. But he used separate slips of paper. Not a journal.

“She ran away after telling me that her brother is a Warsfeil”, Labrador explained, “and she forgot her journal. I took it, but…I don’t think we should read it. Whatever she’s written here must have been painful. She told me that the flower she was having tasted sweet.”

Ah. Labrador’s teas and plants had healing properties, and in particular, the tea flowers could bare someone’s soul entirely. Perhaps Kanon was just another lost lamb after all.

“Well”, said Frau, “I, for one, think it’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission.”

Frau grabbed the journal and was about to open it, but Castor reacted faster. He snatched the journal and pushed Frau away with his foot, all while still holding Labrador from behind. In the commotion, a photo slipped out from between the pages and landed on Labrador’s lap. He picked it up to study it better.

“Dammit”, Frau muttered, “she really was in the army.”

In the photo, three members of the Barsburg military were smiling at the camera. In the middle was Kanon. Her long lavender-coloured hair was braided around her head, only leaving her wavy bangs down. To her left, there was a smaller person with pink hair and an eyepatch. The person was hugging Kanon from the side, while Kanon had one arm around their shoulders. To Kanon’s right was a young blond man, perhaps a year or two younger than her. His eyes were light brown and he had one arm around Kanon. They looked so happy and carefree, almost like there never had been a worry in their lives.

“She looks so happy”, Labrador breathed, “I wonder what made her turn her back to this memory.”

“It’s no use speculating”, Castor said, “and we certainly should not read her journal without permission. Who knows what secrets it may hold.”

“It’s better if we let her keep her secrets to herself”, Labrador added. “Otherwise, we would have to reveal ours to her. No, she needs safety now. Not some strangers reading her private thoughts.”

“What about that photo?” Frau asked.

“I’ll tell her that it slipped out when I picked up the journal”, Labrador said, “maybe I can ask her about the people in the photo. That way, I could learn more about her.”

Castor nodded, pulling Labrador close once again. Labrador snuggled his head against the spot where Castor’s shoulder met his neck. Sighing, Labrador closed his eyes and seemed to drift off to sleep instantly.

Would Labrador’s dreams show him something of Kanon’s future, Castor wondered.

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Writing this made me so happy you have no idea. I grew up with these characters, I was like 13 or 14 when I watched 07-Ghost and started reading it. It was also the time when I started realising that I am not so straight after all. It's been over 10 years and I, now pretty certain that I would like to experience a poly relationship, wrote three of my fave characters (okay Frau is still on thin ice) being soft and poly and idk it just made my heart do things.

I also feel like I got them really in character! There was definitely a more lighthearted tone while the characters still got the plot forward by talking.

[zomviesworld]

Hello! This is information of Robert Wilson my Creepypasta Oc! So enjoy! This is my first time writing stuff like this! So yeah! I do apologize for the misspelling and if things don’t make sense, so enjoy!!!!! :)

Real name:Robert Wilson

Name: The skull

Age:19

Height:6’4

Gender:male

Metal issues:Unknown

Likes:rain,calm sound, studying,

Dislikes:Heights, yelling,being alone but doesn’t mind,alcohol

Relatives:Violet Wilson (Alive) Andrew Lee (alive)

About violet Andrew: they never cared about Robert, they Never looked for him when he was at the hospital his parents didn’t even come,They didn’t see Robert as their son nor even know he even existed

Weapons:Red Axe, Gun

Ability:perfect hearing, amazing stealth, can remember anything perfectly

Hobbies:Reading,Art,Studying subjects,Origami,Studying languages

Crimes:Murder,Stalking,Serial killer,Kidnapping

Goal: see slander-man die (on-going)

Personality:Calming, nice,jokester,comforting,responsible

Appearance:brown hair,pretty smile,few scars on his body

Background: When Robert was younger his parents would neglected Him, his parents were never around he always thought it was his fault… “maybe I’m not doing something correctly” Robert said, Robert is a pretty smart boy for his age at 7 years old

he would get pretty good grades he would show his parents or even try to but his parents would say “Not now” or “i don’t have time for you at the moment go away” hearing that from his parents crushed him but it’s okay right? They still love him right? A parents love is endless correct?

Robert would do good at school but kids around him would call him a “freak” “weirdo” “loser” “Nerd” he didn’t mind, The only issue was for him it was hard to make friends he would try to fit in with other kids but the people around him would push him “you don’t belong here you freak” “fucking nerd who the fuck do you think you are??” People would say Robert would say “I apologize I didn’t mean to push you I really apologize” he got smacked by people he would think it’s his fault he would have bruises all over his body “it’s my fault either way” he would say, at the age 14 he graduated from high school, he went home happy “MOM! I graduated!!! Look!! Ma? Pa?” He said looking for his parents but he saw a note saying “not home you can cook for yourself don’t stay up late” by his parents, he kicked the chair throwing things around “WHAT AM I DOING WRONG??” As he yelled frustration, soon after he fell asleep he woke up in a cold sweat

he began to around but no one was home it was around 3:30Am “Hm” he said,he heard voices around as he felt light headed he looked around far there’s a barn hearing a crying girl “I should check it out..” He said to himself “wait no that’s stupid why the hell am I talking to myself smh”, he heard the door open, he went to check it but no one “I know damn well the air did not open that door” but there was a girl looking at him “come” the girl said to Robert, “no” Robert said he closed the door and went back to bed, soon after he would have weird dreams of meeting someone who would help him, he went to collage age 15 he would focus on his study’s people would whisper about him, one day a group of people came up to them their names are “Jenny” “Tom” “Oliver” “alice” “Alan”, Jenny had blonde hair with black roots, Tom had dark black hair, Oliver has blueish dyed hair, alice has blond hair,, Alan has brown hair, “you must be Robert huh” said A girl, “yeah..?” Robert said, “I’m Jenny this is Tom,Oliver,alice,and Alan” said Jenny, “Oh uh nice do you need something?” Robert said, “yeah you come hang out with us” Alice said, Alice is a pretty girl “I’m not interested if you feel petty for me” Robert said, “aw we don’t come on” said Alan, Robert would go with them, Robert would drink alcohol even tho he is 15 they knew it was work but didn’t care how did it start? “Come on drink one” Jenny said, “no thanks I really don’t drink” Robert said, “what you a pussy?” Said Tom, “no I just don’t drink” Robert said again, “oh come on” alice said as she and Jenny were getting closer to Robert, both trying to lean in for a kiss to Robert but he pushed them away “no no thanks” he said, “I don’t like being pushed especially by you” said Alice, “I apologize but no” said Robert, “are you gay?” Said Tom “oh we got a faggot? Now?” Said Tom again, “don’t call me that and no don’t say that” ,They all laughed at his face, “okay whatever have you heard about slanderman?” Said Tom, “no?” Said Robert they told him about slander man who he was real and how he makes people kill for him, Tom gaved Robert a beer but Oliver put a pill inside the Bottle the pill was those pill club pills on his beer He didn’t think much of it he was talking to Jenny and the others, he started to feel Difficulty breathing,Nausea,as his body temperature changed, Sudden increase in dizziness, disorientation, and blurred vision he tried to get up But Jenny and the others,laughed at him, Tom thought it was fun idea “OMG SLANDER MAN RUN!!” shouted tom the girls screamed and ran laughing, Robert was struggling so bad trying to stay up Indeed slander-man was in-front of him , Robert looked up at him “very f..funny tom” he said but then slander-man his voice was very glitchy Robert started to run trying to keep himself awake panicking he went to a random abandoned house Robert was having a anxiety attack trying to think what to do next “shit shit I’m die fuck” Robert said, at this point Robert was afraid he was drugged up, slander-man appeared behind Robert a whole scream from slanderman so disturbing, Robert was stepping away from him he felt like he got pushed, he fell off the window hitting the floor but he saw how glass was shattered seem on purpose it shot to his eyes, he passed out, Oliver and Jenny,Alan,Tom,Alice went to find Robert as they stood in shocked cursing at each other as The girls cried knowing they would go to jail since he was a minor,drinking, and dead, “shut the fuck up and help me HURRY THE FUCK ON” Tom yelled, as the other helped Tom pick up Robert they were to a Bridge probably 6-10 minutes of a walk to drop him, as they see his body float they all left scared, “shit shit shit” “shut the fuck up” “THIS IS YOUR FAULT” “no no honey it’s ours” “shut the fuckup already” they left

Robert woke up a 2 weeks later, he woke up he moved his head to a On his left direction he had bandages rapped around his eyes “who are you?” Robert said, “Oh your awake” she said, “I am now who are you?” Robert said, “No it doesn’t matter” she said, “Hm I’m..Robert “ Robert said when that she did not introduce herself it was polite for him to do so but she didn’t say anything then she spoke she said, “they left you didn’t they?” She said speaking again, He felt his mouth open “I feel betrayed” the words came out of his mouth, (His pov) “I couldn’t tell if someone was actually there, was it my imagination? I can’t tell”,he couldn’t feel her at all, He began to get up slowly pulling wires off his body, it’s been weeks he kept dream of his parents last words to him “I’m sorry but I don’t understand!” Robert said, their voice was glitchy saying “I don’t need you Robert”, He began heavy breath he open his mouth “are you giving up? I know we all have hard times but don’t give up you still have me can I be any help???..am I a disappointment to you or..” Robert said as He woke up in a cold sweat looking Around, Robert got up afraid he grabbed his bat “Today is a new day but for you there’s no tomorrow” as he sense his first victim.

[untitled-writer-013]

Hi, i hope doing good. Can i have a Romantic MCU matchup please. I'm genderfluid, bisexual with male preference. I'm a Libra. I have long black wavy hair. I have thick black eyebrows, brown eyes. I always have rosy cheeks. My body is curvy with very big chest and little tummy. Also i'm 172 cm. I always have poker face. Those who know me for the first time describe me as cold, quiet, scary and distant. I'm only close to two or three people. They describe me as cold, soft inside, calm, resourceful and knowledgeable. They say I make clever jokes and I'm the mom-friend. And i hate phsyical touch. My love language is words of affirmation. And I'm a switch in a relationship. If I talk about myself, I've always been on my own. I have family problems, I was never close with my father. Even though we are side by side with my mother, we are distant. I'm just my own mom and dad. That's why I've always focused on academic achievement for salvation. And I think I'm very good at it. My hobbies are drawing, sewing, writing and researching, especially about mythology, cultures, history, fashion. I always wear my headphones and listen to music. I like silence, soft colors, being alone, flowers (especially honeysuckle), spring and breeze. I don't like crowds, noise, children, loud talkers and shiny things. I always wear colorful clothes with floral prints. I also wear interesting earrings and different printed socks. And finally, I don't really have an ideal type. I love every person. I like the fact that there are different people. -

I ship you with..

Loki Laufeyson!

You and Loki would hit it off immediately. He isn’t big on physical touch, mostly when it comes to the beginning of a relationship. He’d be more comfortable with it later on, but he’d never force it onto you. He knows all too well what it’s like to have someone cross his boundaries (Thor), so he wouldn’t ignore yours.

Loki would become interested in your hobbies, more than happy to lend his share on mythology, after all he had a bit of personal experience with it. If you needed help with researching something, he would be more than happy to look through thousands of books just to find exactly what you were looking for. Now, when it comes to looking for online resources, you may have to help him with that.

Now, Loki would insist that you never tell anyone this, but he secretly is actually very talented with a needle. In his younger years, when he spent time with his mother, they would bond over sewing different patterns. It mostly was Asgardian patterns, but he practiced more complex things in his own free time. So, if you ever wanted an extra sewing hand, Loki is more than happy to help his darling.

Loki would make sure you let yourself relax, sometimes worried that you focused so much on others that you neglected your own needs. He would take you out to the local botanical garden, mostly so you could get some fresh air but he also knew that you loved flowers. If you’d like, he would start a personal garden just for you, and he’d make sure to especially grow honeysuckle.

If you were to ever need space to yourself, Loki would make sure that anyone that needed you would come back later, making you some tea before leaving. He knows how important it is to have your own space, and to not feel overwhelmed. He’d make sure you had plenty of time to yourself, later checking in to make sure you’re doing alright. 

Loki completely agrees with not liking a ton of noise. He’s had to grow up with Thor for a long time, and will purposefully pull him aside, telling him to soften his voice before starting conversation with you. If Thor were to forget his volume in the middle of the conversation, Loki would shoot him a look, quickly making Thor lower his voice while mumbling an apology.

All in all, this god is an absolute charmer when it comes to most people he interacts with, it’s in his nature. He’d love spending time with you, even if it was doing nothing at all. Because even then, he’d be spending his time with you, admiring your beauty and grace.

~fin~

author’s note: you sound like a wonderful person! he would absolutely love to spend time with you, and he’d surprise you with something handsewn, because he wants it to be personal.

[deepbluequill]

1. Last beverage?

I genuinely drank tea, and water all day, and then had a sip of diet pepsi right before this.

2. Last phone call?

Either my dad or my bro I can't remember which one was after the other.

3. Last song you listened to?

Snow - RHCP

4. Last time you cried?

I laugh cried a few days ago.

I cried cried like two weeks ago.

5. Have you dated someone twice?

Yeah, we broke up, had some time apart were we both knew we really shouldn't see other people because we were not over each other, got back together because it felt inevitable, and it just did not work.

6. Have you ever been cheated on?

Yes, it was not as simple as it sounds but it still hurts.

7. Kissed someone & regretted it?

Not because of them, they're great, but yeah dont kiss just anyone, because it can make stuff weird.

8. Have you lost someone special?

A few good people, RIP.

9. What are your three favorite colors?

Blue, Brown, & Grey. (And orange)

10. Met someone who changed you in the past month?

I don't think so?

11. Kissed any of your friends?

A few actually :o

12. How many kids do you want?

I always say I want twelve kids and a farm but realistically maybe 4?

13. Do you want any pets?

I love my pets so much but I do wanna travel.

14. Do you want to change your name?

No I really like my name.

I have a name to write under if that counts?

15. What did you do for your last birthday?

I went out to eat and saw my friends and family.

16. What time did you wake up today?

6:00am

17. Name something you CANNOT wait for?

That phase of house ownership where its just like picking out the cool stuff you want.

18. Last time you saw your mother?

About an hour ago.

19. Most visited webpage?

At the moment IGN, is it called IGN? The gaming website because I need help completing tasks on children's nintendo games.

20. Nicknames?

Shortstuff, Little Angel, Lebeau, Chibitch, mostly stuff calling me small because I am usually taller than everyone.

21. Relationship status?

Allll byyyy myselfffff.

22. Zodiac sign?

Earth? Is that what that means?

23. Male or female?

I am a boy.

24. Height?

193cm

25. Do you have a crush on someone?

Not really. Maybe like celebrity crushes?

26. Piercings?

I wanted so many and got none. I no longer want any.

27. Tattoos?

I wanted tons and i got one, I'd be happy to have none, but i do really cheesily wanna use inkbox.

28. Strong or Weak?

Thighs of STEEL.

FIRSTS

29. First surgery?

Ive had a lot of stuff but not surgery I dont think?

30. First best friend?

Like earliest one? My siblings.

31. First sport you joined?

Skateboarding is a crime not a sport so although I joined teams and a park, i'll say Ju Jitsu, because I didn't "join" swimming either I just jumped in the lake.

32. First trip abroad?

Andalusia.

33. First school?

Nursery? Idk what this means?

34. First pair of trainers?

No idea. First I bought with my own money? Probably És, Converse, or DCs. I think it was És.

WHICH IS BETTER

35. Lips or eyes?

Depends on the person, but usually eyes.

36. Hugs or kisses?

I kinda love both but hugs are more universal, Id only wanna kiss certain people, or get kisses from certain people. Same with hugs but the pool is wider.

37. Shorter or taller?

I like stuff to be taller so i dont have to crouch for it but people can be whatever size they have grown.

38. Older or younger?

I'd like to be younger again so I can do it with confidence this time. I love talking to older people.

39. Romantic or spontaneous?

Either is cool depends on what exactly is going on, a lot of potential cross over here too.

40. Sensitive or loud?

I'm a sensitive soul.

41. Hook-up or relationship?

Relationship.

42. Shy or outgoing?

Shygoing.

HAVE YOU EVER

43. Kissed a stranger?

I have kissed a few because I had a weird phase.

44. Gotten a speeding ticket?

Never, thankfully, I drive like a grandpa.

45. Lost glasses/contacts?

Sunglasses for sure.

46. Sex on first date?

I wouldn't even call it a date :o

47. Broken someone's heart?

My own for a start.

48. Been arrested?

No, I am a good boy.

49. Have you turned someone down?

Many people, many times, for many things.

50. Fallen for a friend?

Had crushes on friends but not fallen in love.

51. Moved out of town?

I moved country on my own three times and now I live back home again.

BELIEVE IN

52. Miracles?

Yes.

53. Love at first sight?

Yes.

54. Heaven?

Yes.

55. Santa Claus?

Yes.

56. Kiss on the first date?

Depends on the vibes.

57. Angels?

I know so many.

58. Yourself?

Yes.

ANSWER TRUTHFULLY

59. Had more than 1 girlfriend/boyfriend at a time?

I was in "the talking stage" with two different people and i really liked both and couldn't take it any further because i could not choose but we never really passed the that stage so it wasn't the same thing really?

60. Been in love with someone you couldn't be with?

I've had crushes on people I couldn't be with but rarely have I ever been in love.

61. Ever cheated on somebody?

No.

62. If you could go back in time, how far would you go?

To see the British temperate rainforests before we ruined them.

63. Are you afraid of falling in love?

I hope not.

64. Was your last relationship a mistake?

No, that's mean, it meant a lot, but we just weren't the one.

65. Do you miss your last relationship?

I miss the feelings, and the person, but not the relationship? It's done and it should stay done.

66. Who did you last say “i love you” to?

my parents.

67. Have you ever been depressed?

Not like diagnosed no, but I think that may be because I never asked to be diagnosed...

68. Are you insecure?

I'm working on it.

69. How do you want to die?

Happy and fulfilled.

70. Do you bite your nails?

No I just clip them.

71. When was your last physical fight?

I don't remember.

72. Do you have an attitude?

A bad one? I hope not.

73. Twirl or cut your spaghetti?

Twirl.

74. Do you tan a lot?

I don't at all, I go red then white again but with more freckles.

[vileviale]

Thx for the tag!

Do you have freckles? I have various freckles and moles on my body, but not a ton

 Do you drink tea or coffee? How do you take it? Both, with a little sugar and a lot of lactose free milk

What was the last song you listened to? Soul meets body by Death Cab For Cutie

Do you sleep on your back, stomach or side? Stomach

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? Five

Do you prefer drawing or writing? Drawings easier for me so I’m more likely to do it

What’s your ideal number of blankets to sleep with? One quilt

What’s your favorite band/artist? Andrew Bird

When is your birthday? March 23rd

How tall are you? 5ft8

What color are your eyes? Dark brown

Who are five (or more) people you want to hug right now? My dad, my mom, my dog, my siblings, and my friends

Fears? Starting things and anything to do with hell/demons/satan (with good omens being the one and only exception. But the show can still give me the heebie jeebies sometimes)

What’s your favorite color? Green but I think I like purple more now

What’s your favorite season? fall and spring

Want any tattoos? What of? Florida butterfly orchid (not sure where) and maybe something in elvish around my ankle or arm

Want any piercings? Where? Lots more ear piercings and a bridge piercing

Who is the last person you texted? my ex step dad

Do you have a best friend? How long have you been friends? My cousin is my best friend now and we started becoming friends around four or five years ago

What/who do you miss? I miss my friends, my high school, and the lack of responsibility in my childhood

How was your day today? Good

How much sleep did you get last night? 6 hours

Do you believe in aliens? It’s nearly impossible for life to not be out there

When was the last time you cried? Why? thirty minutes ago bc I watched a sad movie

What’s your favorite decade? Ooh. That’s hard. I love each and every one from the 1800s up to today.

What are some seemingly childish things you like? Kids shoes and toys and juice

What’s your favorite book? Or just one you’ve read a few times? The Secret Garden

How are you, really? Recovering from the worst time in my life but ready for the road ahead

Does it take you a long time to make decisions? No. It’s easy when you break things down

What are you looking forward to in the near future? going back to school

What are you looking forward to in the distant future? Possibly getting an internship at Stanford (that’s in less than six months but it seems distant to me)

If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go? New Zealand

Do you sleep with your door open or closed? FUCKING CLOSED I HATE OPEN DOORS TOO MUCH ENERGY NOT SAFE

What’s your favorite flower? snapdragons and zinnias and any wildflower

Do you currently have a squish? Idk what a squish is. Like a squishmallow? I have a frog on one my friend crocheted for me

Do you like your middle name? Yeah its alright

Do you prefer dogs or cats? I love both but dogs are easier to snuggle with

Do you have any phobias? Nope

Do you stay up late? Yep

Do you like the beach? Do you prefer it sunny or cloudy? I’m a Florida girl, saltwater runs through my veins. The beach is sooo beautiful, especially siesta. I like cloudy days full of rain or wind or fog, but not always at the beach

What’s your favorite cartoon? I guess tumbleleaf

Tag 5 of your favorite blogs @gloriousvermin @onewholecabbage @temporary-temporal-temper @bigmeatpete69420 @muckmage

Do you have siblings? How many? One full sibling, three half siblings on my mom’s side, Teo half sibling on my dad’s. All younger than me

Who was the last person you said “I love you” to? My siblings

Is there anyone you would die for? my family

What do you need when you’re sad? alone time and a distraction

Have you memorized your phone number? yeah

Who’s someone you can trust with your life? No one

What does your last text say? We just got out of the circus imma be at your house in about an hour

🔫 I know 2 is tea. But 1-49

Do you have freckles? only a couple

 Do you drink tea or coffee? How do you take it? tea, one milk, one sugar

What was the last song you listened to? alaska by little hurt

Do you sleep on your back, stomach or side? depends on the night, and i also move a lot in my sleep so i cant really answer this

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? yea :]

Do you prefer drawing or writing? writing

What’s your ideal number of blankets to sleep with? two. a duvet and a weighted blanket

What’s your favorite band/artist? i dont have one

When is your birthday? june 10th

How tall are you? 5ft3 :/

What color are your eyes? greyish blue

Who are five (or more) people you want to hug right now? Blue, my sister, my best friend, my other friend, and my dog

Fears? heights, planes, throwing up (all related to my motion sickness)

What’s your favorite color? dark green :)

What’s your favorite season? fall and winter

Want any tattoos? What of? maybe something small when im older, like a flower or smth

Want any piercings? Where? id like to get another ear piercing

Who is the last person you texted? my best friend

Do you have a best friend? How long have you been friends? yeah :) we've been friends since spring of last year, when she joined our pathfinder unit

What/who do you miss? Blue, my sister, my nana, my friends from pathfinders

How was your day today? it was okay

How much sleep did you get last night? 10ish hours

Do you believe in aliens? i believe that we arent the only life in the universe

When was the last time you cried? Why? this afternoon, bc my sister was going back to uni

What’s your favorite decade? uh. the 2010s bc that was when i was growing up and didnt have to deal with all this shit

What are some seemingly childish things you like? uhh i like a couple kids shows

What’s your favorite book? Or just one you’ve read a few times? sweep by jonathan auxier 

How are you, really? i kinda feel like shit rn but ive dealt with worse

Does it take you a long time to make decisions? yea, im really indecisive

What are you looking forward to in the near future? getting to see my friends from pathfinders on wednesday

What are you looking forward to in the distant future? going on my pathfinder trip in 2025

If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go? germany

Do you sleep with your door open or closed? closed

What’s your favorite flower? bleeding hearts

Do you currently have a squish? nope

Do you like your middle name? yep

Do you prefer dogs or cats? cats, but i still love dogs

Do you have any phobias? acrophobia

Do you stay up late? yeah

Do you like the beach? Do you prefer it sunny or cloudy? the beach is meh. i like when its sunny but not too hot

What’s your favorite cartoon? i dont have one

Tag 5 of your favorite blogs @idontliketomatoesleavemealone @recovering-redditor @keenkryptonitenut @rainbowangel110 @vileviale + lots more

Do you have siblings? How many? two siblings, an older sister and a younger brother

Who was the last person you said “I love you” to? my dog

Is there anyone you would die for? my siblings

What do you need when you’re sad? a hug

Have you memorized your phone number? yep

Who’s someone you can trust with your life? my mum

What does your last text say? 'slightly'

[sugawarassoulmate]

cause i can’t stay with someone else

despite wanting to rip his brother’s head off, osamu sits next to him. “i can already tell the next few days are gonna be a bitch,” he groans while atsumu laughs.

“i don’t need ya to keep me company, samu.” atsumu teases, pinching his brother’s cheeks. “y/n will take care of me. she’s been lookin’ forward to this fer weeks.”

osamu freezes again, thinking back to how you were buzzing with anticipation before atsumu’s arrival, anxiously waiting by the front door for him. everything’s going to revert back to when you were kids again. walking with atsumu hand-in-hand while osamu is left alone in the corner.

he’s going to ruin everything.

she's finally here and she's a big bitch. i've been stressing over this for months and it's finally out. would've been here sooner but work, life, and my own head got in the way. so many of you have been asking for this and i was so worried of letting people down. i really hope you like it and put my lil brain at ease 🥺

words: 8.1k (i'm sorry)

cw: fem!reader, bullying, name-calling, jealousy, insecurity, fingering, floor sex, slight dubcon, slight somnophilia, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, unprotected sex, lots of italics, very long-overdue love confession, let me know if i didn’t tag anything, minors dni

disclaimer: on this blog, we discuss and explore toxic relationships/situations/ just because i write about these themes does not mean i condone/support these types of relationships nor do i do them in my own personal life.

these are fictional characters in fictional scenarios and nobody should be taking real-life advice or mirror the actions of the characters in these stories!

“The fuck ya smilin’ so much about?” Osamu says when you show up at his place that day. You’ve been so giddy the past few days, practically bouncing with every step. Osamu’s harsh words didn’t even phase you, it was almost as if you weren’t even listening to him.

“You seriously don’t know?” you ask, barely able to contain the smile on your face. Osamu eyes you curiously, you’re never this expressive (unless Osamu did something particularly mean to you) but Osamu doesn’t feel like playing your games today.

He turns on his heel to head back to his room. “If yer not gonna tell me, I’m takin’ a nap,” he grumbles, hoping you’d join him but you’re sitting on the couch looking at the front door every once in a while. Osamu stops for a second...Couldn’t be. He thinks before continuing back to his room to shut his eyes.

His sleep doesn’t last long. About an hour later, Osamu’s stomping back into the living room ready to yell at you for waking him up with your shrieking. But he stops dead in his tracks when he sees you in the arms of someone else.

Atsumu.

It’s as if you leaped into his arms after he walked through the door. His bags are dropped near his feet as he holds your weight, laughing along with your excitement. You don’t even spare him a passing glance as you bombard Atsumu with questions about how training camp is going. During your rambling, Atsumu’s brown eyes flick over to his younger brother, smiling at the grimace on his face.

“Ya said ya weren’t comin’ back for another week,” Osamu says, crossing his arms. You finally turn your head to where he’s standing and your eyes widen for a second—fear?—but Atsumu curls his arm tighter around your waist and offers his twin a shrug.

“Vacation started early,” he smirked, walking towards the couch while still holding you. He plopped down, with you in his lap. “Thought I’d surprise ya.” It was a surprise as far as Osamu was concerned. He thought he had more time until the hurricane that was his loudmouthed brother eventually came home.

It had been a few months since Atsumu had been back. He had been off at training camp since graduation. At first, he came home every other weekend but as the training became more intensive, he decided to stay at camp longer to focus on his regimen. Osamu remembers the day his brother left. Atsumu had been your best friend since childhood and when he went off to camp, you couldn’t stop crying. The never-ending flow of tears pissed Osamu off to the point that he eventually did something about it.

It ended up with him fucking you in Atsumu’s bed.

Since then, it was Osamu whose shadow you were always in. Talking to him so sweetly and doing whatever you could to please him. He didn’t have to share you with anyone but now his biggest competition is back and it isn’t even a fair fight. Five minutes in, and you’re practically straddling him talking nonsensically about all the things you can do now that he’s home. Osamu’s fuming but he doesn’t react, he’s been in this position before.

“Oh, you’re probably starving. We should get some food,” you say, moving off his lap to grab your phone. “I bet you’re not in the mood to cook, Samu. Let’s order something!” Atsumu hums in agreement, never taking his eyes off you as you walk out the room to figure out what to eat.

Once you’re gone, Atsumu turns his attention back to the upset man in the room. “Not gonna give yer brother a hug?” he asks, comically holding his arms out.

But Osamu is ready to clock him in the jaw for that stunt he pulled. Most people know to stay away from you if they know what’s good for them. Osamu was never too far away from you most days—walking you to and from class with an arm wrapped around your waist. Any guy who was dumb enough to try to get with you usually became well-acquainted with Osamu’s fist. But Atsumu is the only person he couldn’t face, not when you looked at him as if he hung all the stars in the sky.

Osamu always locked up when Atsumu was around. Everyone favored his brother—he was the nicer twin, the life of the party, people loved being in his presence. You were no different. Osamu can think back to all the times you ran into his brother’s arms, much like you did today, after “big, bad Samu” hurt your feelings.

With his brother gone, Osamu showed a different side of him. Sure, he’s still calling you an “idiot” every other sentence but Osamu noticed you leaning into his touch, asking for kisses, and holding his hand absentmindedly. Things you never did when Atsumu was around.

“So ya told her you were comin’ back but not me?” Osamu asks, ignoring Atsumu’s request.

Atsumu feigns a sad look. “She wanted to tell ya, but I thought this was funnier,” he smirks. “I was right.”

Despite wanting to rip his brother’s head off, Osamu sits next to him. “I can already tell the next few days are gonna be a bitch,” he groans while Atsumu laughs.

“I don’t need ya to keep me company, Samu.” Atsumu teases, pinching his brother’s cheeks. “y/n will take care of me. She’s been lookin’ forward to this fer weeks.”

Osamu freezes again, thinking back to how you were buzzing with anticipation before Atsumu’s arrival, anxiously waiting by the front door for him. Everything’s going to revert back to when you were kids again. Walking with Atsumu hand-in-hand while Osamu is left alone in the corner.

He’s going to ruin everything.

~

Osamu had been right when he said his brother’s visit would be exhausting. For the past few days, you and Atsumu were joint at the hip. If you two weren’t cuddling on the couch for a movie night, you were probably in the backyard tossing a volleyball around which usually ended with the two of you rolling around in the grass. If Atsumu’s need to be touching every part of your body wasn’t bad enough, he wasn’t shy about giving you compliments whenever Osamu walked in the room.

“Yer so pretty when ya smile like that,” Atsumu cooed one morning while Osamu was making breakfast—it took all his energy not to fling the skillet at his brother’s head. To make it worse, you’d blush every time he threw a stupid line like that. Osamu tried to ignore it but it seemed as though Atsumu made it his mission to shower you with affection.

“You’re mad,” you pointed out. Atsumu had left the house to hang out with some of his former Inarizaki teammates, leaving you and Osamu alone. You crawled into Osamu’s bed, mumbling the words against his lips. “Don’t be…”

He lets you kiss him, lets you run your fingers through his dyed locks. Osamu won’t admit that he’s missed your touch but when he inhales your scent, all he can smell is his brother. “Why didn’t ya go off with him?” he grunts, pushing you off before rolling on his side.

You don’t give up, though, wrapping your arms around him to be the big spoon. “Don’t be upset. It’s been so long since we’ve seen Tsumu. Obviously, I want to spend time with him,” you explain, doing little to soothe Osamu’s bad mood. “You should too, he’s your brother.”

“I’ve hung out with him enough to last a lifetime,” he huffs. Osamu can feel your hands wandering, stopping just as they’re about to slip past his pajama bottoms. Part of him wants to let you continue, but he can’t bring himself to. With his brother around, Osamu hasn’t had the chance to get his hands on you. Every time he turned a corner, you were perched in Atsumu’s lap, laughing at whatever bullshit he spewed out. When he was younger, Osamu would just get pissed off and sulk in his room but things feel different now. He’s been able to have you—he’s seen you writhing underneath him, moaning from his touch, and screaming his name. To see you hanging off his brother now stings a bit more. “Can ya fuck off? Go spend time with Tsumu since yer so worried about him.”

Osamu shoves you away, nearly pushing you off the mattress. He hears you whine in discomfort when your phone goes off. “H-hello?” you mumble, rejection heavy in your voice. Osamu doesn’t have to try very hard to know that it’s his brother on the phone. His annoying voice came through the speaker. “Uh, no, I’m not doing anything...yeah, I can meet you there.” Osamu caught the hesitation in your voice but tried not to dwell on it, you were still leaving him anyway. “No, you don’t have to come get me—oh, okay…”

The call ends a few minutes later, Osamu hears your footsteps fade as you leave the room. He wished you said something before you left but you were probably too scared that you would piss him off.

“Is she datin’ anyone?” Atsumu asks later that evening, once again bothering Osamu while he was cooking. You were next door at your place, grabbing a few things before returning for dinner. You must have been exhausted with the way Atsumu dragged you around everywhere.

“Excuse me?” the younger twin asks, staring at his brother incredulously.

Atsumu rolled his eyes. “y/n, stupid. I was askin’ Kita about it but he wouldn’t give me an answer. Figured if anyone knew it’d be ya.” he said, leaning on the counter. “You’ve been takin’ good care of her since I’ve been away, yeah?”

Osamu feels his face heat up, thinking about the last time the two of you had sex. You looked so cute in the new skirt you had on and Osamu couldn’t help himself—he had to embarrass you by flipping it up and showing off your pretty pink panties in front of your friends just to see the tears form in your eyes. You had bitched at him all the way home, crying about how mean he was being.

He thought you looked so adorable when you were upset, leaning in for a kiss in the middle of your ranting. “Ya ever shut up, ya fuckin’ brat?” he asks condescendingly, running his hands along your body. “Will ya stop cryin’ if I stuff you with my cock? Fill ya up ‘till all ya can think about is me?”

The way your eyes light up when Osamu talks like this never fails to amaze him. Such an innocent façade you put on for the rest of the world but only Osamu knows what a cock drunk little bitch you become, begging for “more, more, more” when he has you under him. He knows he doesn’t have to do all of this just to get you in bed but there’s a sick pleasure Osamu feels when he does something to make you upset. It makes you more eager to please, so submissive. There’s no better sight than you fucked dumb, whimpering how “it’s too much, samu”.

“Earth to Samu,” Atsumu grunts, snapping his fingers in front of his brother’s face. “Have ya been listenin’ to me?”

Shaking his head of his lewd thoughts, Osamu grumbles a response. “She’s not my fuckin’ problem. How should I know if she’s with someone?” he lies, going back to his food that, thankfully, hasn’t burned. “Why so concerned all of a sudden?”

Atsumu sighs dramatically. “I’ve thought about askin’ her out,” he muses, eyes giving his twin a once over before continuing. “Ya think she’d say yes? She’s always so affectionate when I’m around, it’s cute. Wondered if ya figured she’d be interested.”

Osamu’s ability to keep his composure has to be some kind of record. He can feel his vision blur and his hands clenching. For once, he thought he could have something to himself. Something Atsumu couldn’t ruin for him—like he’s done all his life. You might have been Atsumu’s friend growing up but the “relationship” you and Osamu shared was something his older brother could never understand.

He was going to mess it up, just like with everything else.

And Osamu couldn’t muster up the courage to tell him to back off. He wasn’t your boyfriend, something he’s made that clear to anyone stupid enough to ask. That never stopped him from getting jealous, though. Getting pissed off at you for letting another man flirt with you at a party or getting antsy when you ventured off too far from him. All he’s ever wanted was your attention but Atsumu’s always been the brighter, shinier one of the two.

“Do whatever ya want,” he says. “Not like I care.”

~

You started feeling tired after dinner, mumbling something about heading back home to rest. Atsumu offered his bed for the night but Osamu shuts it down quickly. “She can sleep on the couch,” he barks, shoving past his brother to get extra pillows and a blanket. He doesn’t miss the pained look on your face. It’s normally Osamu’s bed you sleep in, wrapped up in his arms every night. However, every time you tried to initiate something with him, Osamu pulled away. It’s to the point where he won’t even kiss you anymore and each time you get too scared to go any further.

But now, hours after both you and Atsumu had gone to bed, Osamu’s sneaking into the living room. You always looked so peaceful when you were sleeping. Normally, you were at your wits’ end, exasperated by Osamu’s revolving door of mood swings. So innocent, so easy to corrupt. Just the way he liked.

He curled up behind you, pulling you to his chest. The movement doesn’t seem to bother you as your form snuggles into him, as if you knew exactly what to do. Osamu takes a second to hold you—the past few days felt like an eternity and Atsumu’s words rattling around in his head have made it worse.

“I’ve thought about askin’ her out”

The thought of you in Atsumu’s clutches was too much. You’d fall so easily for his charms, everyone always did. He’d sweet talk you—fill your head with praises and promises to get you into his bed. He may have been your friend but Osamu staked his claim on you ages ago. Would that mean anything in the end?

Osamu’s hand is already down your shorts, fingers collecting the essence from your cunt. The familiarity of it all makes him groan in your shoulder. Softly, he runs his fingers along your slit, spreading your legs a bit for easier access. The constant prodding has you stirring in your sleep.

Still, Osamu refuses to slip inside you just yet, he wants to make you work for it a bit. There’s nothing you could have done to prevent Atsumu’s arrival, but he’ll gladly take his anger out on you. You slightly raise your hips, hoping for some relief in your slumber. Osamu holds you down, makes you take it at his pace. “Ahhh…” a sigh falls from your lips.

“I know,” he whispers, finally entering your warmth with two fingers. Your body tenses, mouth opening as a whine escapes. He shushes you as he angles his digits to reach for the sweet spot, the one that makes your walls spasm with pleasure.

“Samu,” you whimper, hands balled into fists. That’s right, he thinks, better know who you fucking belong to. He could tell you’ve been needy for him with how your slick coats his fingers. Osamu grinds his clothed cock against your ass—oh, how he wishes he could fuck you how he wanted, send you into a deep sleep with a belly full of cum. But you get so loud when he’s inside, tears running down your cheeks while getting railed.

What would Atsumu say if he saw? His precious y/n getting fucked by his younger brother who’s always been nothing but a menace to her since they were kids. Maybe Osamu should tell him how he took your virginity the night Atsumu left for training camp. How Osamu dragged you to his brother’s bed and had you bouncing on his cock. He should talk about how pretty you looked, cumming over and over until the only name you could remember was Osamu’s.

The sound of your cries brought Osamu back to the present, he had been ignoring your clit all this time and you were desperate for your release. Feeling generous, Osamu grinds the heel of his palm against your neglected bud, offering the stimulation you’ve been craving. Your head leaned back as another gasp escaped. Your hips started jolting, pitifully fucking yourself on Osamu’s fingers to reach your high.

Your eyes shoot open when you cum, creaming around Osamu’s hand with his name falling from your lips. He can feel his cock straining against his sweats as he feels your juices drench his fingers, the filthy sound of your pussy fluttering makes him harder with each passing second. He stops when your hand reaches for his wrist, your body shuddering from sensitivity.

Osamu shifts you around so you’re facing him, your breathing is still heavy as you try to calm down. “Just looked so pretty while you were sleepin’, dummy,” he hums against your lips. “Couldn’t help myself.” You sigh into his mouth when he kisses you properly, holding him close with your still-drowsy limbs.

He sucks in a breath when he feels you press your center against him, silently asking for him to fuck you. “Can’t,”

“But you’re hard,” you whine, moving your knee in between his legs to tease him more. Osamu moans at your touch, the pressure inside is telling him to push you on your back and have his way but he can’t bring himself to do it. Not when he’s upstairs. “Please?”

“Not tonight,” he says. That rejected look is back on your face before your brows furrow. To Osamu’s surprise, you return to your original position with your back facing him. “Don’t act like that—”

“Goodnight, Samu,” you bite back, not willing to hear him out anymore. For once, Osamu doesn’t have an insult to hurl at you, the urge to put you in your place isn’t there. Instead, he peels away from your form. He takes one last glance at you but you refuse to look at him. Feeling unwelcomed, Osamu heads upstairs to his room. He stops for a moment when he spots the door to Atsumu’s room and wonders if you’d say yes to him if he asked you out.

He shakes the thought away and continues down the hall.

~

Osamu ended up sleeping in the next day, the clock reading half past noon when he woke up. He doesn’t like being in bed that late and he wonders if you had breakfast in the morning.

He turns over to find you standing by his door with a hard-to-read look on your face. You shut the door behind you, crouching by Osamu’s bed. This feels wrong—you should have been in his bed last night, he should be holding you right now, whispering in your ear with a softness that was reserved for this time of the day. Osamu even made space for you on the mattress but you wouldn’t take it.

“What’s your problem?” you asked with a ferocity in your eyes that he’s not used to seeing. “I mean, really, Samu. Ever since Tsumu’s been here, you’ve been pushing me away. Did I do something?”

“What’re ya bitchin’ about now?” Osamu groans, rolling over to ignore you but your hand on his shoulder stops him. You keep it there, forcing him to face you.

“I’m serious, you’ve been so nasty to me...more than usual.” you’re looking at him in the eye, something else he’s not used to. “And last night—that was the first time you’ve touched me in days…” your cheeks flushed, thinking about Osamu’s fingers plunging in and out of you.

He thinks back to how you looked last night, delirious from sleep and his hand down your shorts yet still so willing to get him off. Even right now he wants you underneath him, to hold you close and feel every part of you. After hearing his lack of response, you puff out your cheeks and Osamu smiles softly. He’d never say it out loud but he finds your small defiance cute.

“Um, me and Atsumu…” you start and Osamu feels his stomach drop, fearing the words that are about to leave your lips. “We made breakfast this morning because we wanted to let you sleep and we started talking.” Your eyes flicked over at Osamu’s, the attitude you had completely disappeared. “He asked me out on a date.”

The sinking feeling in Osamu’s stomach starts to burn. He can feel the rage building up inside but he can’t take it out on you, he needs to think first. “Excuse me?”

Your cheeks flush, hands shaking a bit. “It came out of nowhere! We were talking about how he’s going back to camp soon and he was saying how much he missed me…” It’s as if you’re choosing your words carefully, worried what Osamu’s reaction might be. “And then he said that we should get dinner and at first, I thought he meant the three of us but… He said he wanted it to be the two of us—like a date.”

“What did you say?” he asks through gritted teeth. You stare at him sympathetically and Osamu knows you said yes. Once again he comes in second place to Atsumu, the golden child. How could he compare? He sits up finally, towering over you crouched on the floor, bracing himself for your answer.

“I told him I’d think about it,” your answer doesn’t make him feel better. You should’ve told him no right then and there. But then again, rejection has never been in Atsumu’s vocabulary. “I wanted to talk to you first.”

“What’s there to talk about, y/n?”

You shoot him an incredulous look. “I figured you’d have some opinion on it since—you know…”

“Because I fuck ya?” Osamu can feel the venom bubbling in his throat. He didn’t know why he was acting this way. “If ya wanna fuck Atsumu too, go ahead. I can’t control ya.”

“You know that’s not what I’m talking about, Samu!” you snap, catching him off guard. “Just tell me you don’t want me to go.”

“I don’t care what ya do,” he says, getting out of bed and shoving past you.

But you, persistent as ever, followed him down the hallway. “You don’t care? You always seem to care when you think someone is flirting with me. Or when you caught Suna staring at my ass that one time.” you stand in front of his path to get his attention. “I know you don’t want me to go, just say it!”

You’re giving him a way out. I don’t want you to go out with him, he wants to say. I want you to stay here with me. But the insecurity creeping away at him wonders if part of you wants to be with his brother instead.

“I’m not yer boyfriend,” he says, his go-to argument. One that you’ve heard a million times.

“God, I’m so fucking tired of hearing that,” you reach for Osamu’s face, forcing him to stare back at you. He doesn’t want to talk about this right now. It would be so easy to brush you off and act like this conversation never happened—he’s done it so many times. But the look on your face tells him you’re not standing for it. “Sometimes I wonder if I actually mean anything. Am I just someone for you fuck, Samu?”

No, he thinks. Osamu can feel his hold on you, the one he’s worked so hard to keep, slipping away. Shouldn’t you know how he feels for you at this point? Why does he have to put a label on it?

Osamu’s the one who takes care of you when you’re sick, snapping at you for being so reckless with your health. He’s the one who picks you up at the bar when you’ve had too much to drink, who holds you when you’re having a bad day and all you want to do is cry. Why couldn’t you see that part?

But then he thinks of how you’ve been looking at him lately. Your arms reach out to touch him, to hold him, and he slaps them away. Brushing past you as if you hadn’t said anything. And every time he does it, you end up going to Atsumu. It’s history repeating over and over and Osamu doesn’t have the nerve to stop it.

Your frustrated sigh breaks his trance. “You can’t have me whenever you want and then act like you don’t care. Either I mean something to you or I don’t.”

He softens in your embrace. “Ya mean a lot more than just somethin’, y/n,” he says, fingers tugging at your shirt to bring you closer to him.

“How would I know that?”

There’s nothing Osamu wants more than to kiss you right now. He’s deprived himself of your touch for so long and he wants to drown in it. You’re mine, he thinks, you’ve always been mine, not his.

And who should round the corner at this very moment? “Am I interruptin’ somethin’?” Osamu peers over your shoulder and there he is, smirking as if he knows a joke that everyone else is privy to. Osamu feels your body tense up and your hold on him waver, it’s subtle but he notices it immediately.

He’s suddenly shoving you away from him. You would have fallen on your ass if Atsumu wasn’t there to catch you. “Hey!” Atsumu scolds as your body falls into his arms. “The fuck is wrong with ya?” Brown eyes shoot daggers at Osamu.

But he can only focus on how you look as if you’re about to burst into tears—eyes rimmed red and lip quivering. Why did he push you away again? Why was he always bringing you back into Atsumu’s grasp? Osamu opens his mouth to apologize, something he rarely ever does even when he knows he’s in the wrong. But the sad look on your face starts to harden and you’re staring at Osamu with a wave of anger he’s never seen before.

“I never answered your question, Tsumu,” you mumble, turning in Atsumu’s hold so you’re facing him. The blonde is a little confused at first but he catches on after seeing the small smile on your face.

“Really?” he asks as if he wasn’t furious just seconds before.

“Yeah,” you look up with a sparkle in your eyes that has only been reserved for him. Osamu wants to pull you away but he freezes upon hearing the last few words that leave your lips. “I’d love to go out with you.”

~

Osamu is in the kitchen when the two of you leave for your date. He wants to rip Atsumu’s head off when he wraps his arms around your waist. He’s never seen you look so excited about something and wonders if you’ll have a good time.

He distracts himself by drinking with friends but he can’t have a good time knowing that you’re probably giggling at one of Atsumu’s stupid jokes right now. His brother must be a blushing mess by now, bashfully admitting how he’s always wanted to ask you out. Would you fall for his lines and admit that you’ve always wanted him too?

What would happen when Atsumu eventually had to go back to training camp? Would you end back up in Osamu’s shadow, hoping for a sweet word from him? No, he thinks. He’s ruined any chance of that by now. He so desperately wanted you all to himself and he let you get away.

Not because Atsumu was better than him. Not because you didn’t want him. But because he couldn’t show that he had given a shit about you.

Osamu stares down at the amber liquid in his glass. He can’t remember how many drinks he’s had tonight, he just keeps asking the bartender for more. Taking his glass in hand, Osamu knocks back what’s left, feeling the alcohol burn in his throat.

“Geez, how drunk you trying to get?” Suna snorts, pausing the conversation he was having with Ginjima.

Osamu considers Suna’s words for a second, starting to feel the effects of the liquor in his veins. But he can still picture your hand on Atsumu’s chest, leaning in closer and closer until…

“Drunk enough to forget tonight,” he grunts, motioning the bartender to get him another drink.

“Don’t you think you’ve had too much?” Ginjima asks, a worried look on his face as Osamu sips his alcohol. But the fact that he’s still sober enough to remember that you and Atsumu are out on a date right now means that he needs more. Osamu’s looking to get absolutely shitfaced if it means he doesn’t have to see your face in his head anymore.

Somewhere in his haze, Osamu must have brought up the situation with Atsumu as Suna lets out a very fitting “Yikes,” and the mood shifts. Everyone knew about the strained relationship with the twins and how you were always in the middle of it—both of them tugging on your arm like you were a toy to be fought over.

They saw how Osamu’s demeanor changed when Atsumu went away. Sure, he was still an insufferable grump who saw red anytime another man so much as breathed near you. But when he was with you, he was softer—though he’d never admit that. You were the only one that could quell his anger and stop his emotions from getting the better of him.

He was so secretive at first when the two of you started fooling around. Nobody could know what went on between you but after a while, Osamu would tell on himself constantly with the firm grip he had on your hand. He’d hold you close, whisper in your ear, and eventually start kissing you in front of everyone but somehow expected his friends not to ask questions. We’re not dating. He’d say one minute before punching some dude at a party for thinking he could dance up on you.

“Funny,” Suna quips, nursing his own drink, though it’s still the only one he’s had all night. “I can’t believe Atsumu would ask her out again,”

“Again?”

Suna’s brow quirks. “You never knew? Astumu asked y/n out back in high school. Caught him crying in the locker room when she turned him down,”

Atsumu had asked you out before? And you turned him down? You had never mentioned anything about that to Osamu but, to be fair, the two of you weren’t exactly friendly to each other back then. As soon as Atsumu left for camp, Osamu made him a taboo subject to bring up in conversation. Most girls would have killed to be with his brother back then—even now, Atsumu can light up a room better than anyone else. But you had rejected him. Why?

But then Osamu remembers that you went out with Atsumu anyway while he’s sitting at a random bar. Whether or not you turned down Atsumu and why you did it doesn’t matter all that much.

He swallows the remainder of his drink and immediately orders a round of shots. Ginjima groans while Suna, eager to get drunk as well, claps him on the back. But Osamu’s not trying to have fun tonight, he wants to forget how badly he fucked everything up—until your face is no longer etched in his brain.

It’s the middle of the night when Osamu makes it home, or he thinks so at least. He’s not sure how he managed to leave the bar but suspects Ginjima called him a cab. He stumbles through the front door, knocking into furniture with every step. He’s usually good at handling his liquor but that’s because you’re there, making sure he’s limiting himself.

His blurred vision prevents him from noticing everything blocking his path, bumping into chairs and tables as if he doesn’t know the layout of his fucking house. Going upstairs to his room would be too much of a hassle by now so, in his drunken state, he makes his way toward the couch to sleep there for the night.

At least, he tries to.

Osamu, the drunk idiot that he is, bangs his knee into the coffee table and crashes to the floor. “Shit,” he grunts, holding onto his knee in pain. It doesn’t help that his head is pounding and the room is spinning too. Osamu thinks he might have drunk too much tonight but, unfortunately, you’re still weighing heavy on his mind which means he didn’t have enough.

“Samu?” says a shrill, familiar voice. “What the hell are you doing here?”

A lamp flickers on and Osamu groans as the light hits his eyes. He waits for them to get used to the light before directing his attention to the source of the voice.

You’re at the foot of the stairs, scowling at the boy curled up on the floor. “You look like shit. Do you even know where you are right now?”

Osamu furrows his brow. He forces his eyes to focus on the living room. Only then does he realize that nothing looks right—the coffee table doesn’t have the broken corner on it from when the twins were play-fighting a few years back and the pictures hung on the wall look different.

This is your house.

It doesn’t take much brainpower to figure out that Osamu must have wobbled his way to your place instead of his. Your houses were right next to each other and he’s always had a spare key.

“Shit,” he grumbles, feeling stupid. His body is too sore to make the trek back home. He decides he’ll leave in the morning.

You’re next to him in seconds, kneeling at his side and helping him off the floor. “Let’s get you to the couch, okay?” Osamu grimaces—whether it’s from the pain in his knee or the fact that he can still smell the faint scent of your perfume, he’s not sure. He takes in the sight of you, your hair slightly tousled and framing your face, eyes full of concern, and lips plump and soft. He’s angrier than he’s ever been but more than anything he just wants to kiss you. That’s when he notices you’re wearing pajamas. A t-shirt that’s much too big for you and your cute sleep shorts. Only this one doesn’t look like his.

As you guide him across the living room and sit him down on the couch, Osamu grabs a fistful of the shirt and pulls you forward. “The fuck is this?” The force of him snatching you sends you down to your knees, staring up at him.

“It’s yours,” you say quickly, hoping he’s too drunk to notice that you’re lying. But you’re preaching to the choir. Osamu doesn’t own anything that looks like this—he knows someone who does, though.

“Is he upstairs? Did ya bring him here to fuck him?” That tried and true anger of his is festering in the pit of his stomach. His grip tightens, threatening to rip the fabric off of you.

“Samu, you reek of booze,” you try to reason, small hands fighting against him. “Nobody’s upstairs, okay? Nothing happened tonight.”

“Don’t believe ya. What the fuck would ya have this on, then?” You’re his. It didn’t matter if Atsumu got his clutches in you already, you always belonged to Osamu, even when you were little. Before you can open your mouth with some stupid excuse, Osamu’s pushing you to the floor and hovering over you. “How could ya hurt me like that?”

You scoff. “Like you haven’t been hurting me? What do you want from me, Samu?”

“Ya still don’t know?” Osamu pulls the ugly shirt off you, revealing your tits in the warm, dim light. He can tell you’re frustrated by the deep blush spreading across your cheeks. He’s refused himself of your body for so long. He’s going to devour you.

Osamu latches onto your breast, biting down on your bud. The whimper that leaves your lips goes straight to his cock. He should’ve done this days ago. “Samu! You’re too drunk, we shouldn’t.” Of course, one of you has to be responsible, Osamu figures but he’s not stupid. He can feel you grinding on his cock.

“So tell me to stop,” he says against your chest, hand slipping down to cup at your clothed cunt. He takes note of how your body tenses up when he does it. “That’s what I thought.” He sucks on your breast while his hand creeps past your shorts. Already so wet, he chuckles, running the tips of his fingers along your slit.

You can’t stop gasping, unable to grab onto anything to ground yourself, and balling your hands into fists. It’s so cute how you hump Osamu’s hand, eager to get off. He fumbles to undo his own belt, freeing his half-hard cock with one hand before he starts jerking himself off to the noises you’re making. It only makes you more desperate, cries leave your lips as you reach out to touch him.

“Oh, ya want my cock, dummy?” he coos, tugging your bottoms down and leaving you fully naked under him. He doesn’t miss how quickly you nod, yelping when his fat cock slides against your folds. Osamu ruts into you while he continues his assault on your tits—rolling your nipples in between his fingers and sucking at the sensitive skin. He makes sure not to catch the tip of his cock on your clit so you won’t be fully satisfied.

“Samu!” you whine, just like he knew you would. Your fingers tug on his hair, pulling him away from your chest. “Don’t tease me, please.”

The tears forming in your eyes make Osamu’s dick twitch. “Tell me how bad ya want it,” he orders, snapping his hips against your center so your thighs tremble. But you’re hesitating, eyes not meeting his as if you’re afraid to say what’s on your mind. Suddenly, Osamu’s heart is sinking to his stomach. Had he gone too far? Did he say something wrong?

His intrusive thoughts are interrupted when he feels your soft hands cradle his face. “I just need an answer, Samu. Am I yours or just someone you fuck?” A few tears run down your cheeks. “I can’t keep doing this anymore.”

Osamu presses his forehead against yours. “I’m not good at this,” he says, pinning your hands above your head, fingers intertwining. “But you’ve always been mine, y/n. All I’ve ever wanted was you.” With a kiss, Osamu sinks into your cunt and has to get used to how tight you are—it really has been too long.

The sensation drives you crazy as well, arms wrapped around Osamu’s neck, sobbing in pleasure. “Say it again,” you cry against his lips, ignoring the slight pain of getting used to having him inside you again. “Tell me I’m yours again, please. Wanna hear it.”

Both of you sigh when Osamu finally bottoms out. He looks down towards your stomach, where it’s slightly bulging. “Mine, and only mine, yeah?” he breathes, taking a few seconds to get used to your walls squeezing down on him. Slowly, he pulls back a little before grinding back into you. “Fuck, I’ve missed ya so much.” he gasps, hands reaching underneath your thighs to press them to your chest.

Your high-pitched cries fill the room as Osamu pounds your sweet cunt. You’re trying your best to keep your eyes on him but each thrust knocks the wind out of you. “Feels s’good, Samu. Missed you too—fuck!” Your walls choke his cock, thigh shaking as your orgasm comes crashing down on you. “Gonna cum, gonna cum!”

“Cum for me, then. My sweet lil dummy, yeah?” Osamu growls, quickening his pace until the sound of skin slapping is overwhelming. The force of your orgasm nearly pushes Osamu’s cock out of you. Cries leave your lips while you come down from the high. Your eyes are red and puffy from all the tears you’ve shed. Osamu takes a moment of his own, staving off his own release.

Osamu sits up, shedding the rest of his clothes before pulling you into his lap. You grimace when you feel him lining himself up to enter you once more. “Sensitive,” you mumble, face in the crook of Osamu’s neck.

But you don’t fight back when he’s inside you once more, cock stretching you out until your hips finally meet. “Ya can give me another one, hm? For me?” Osamu kisses along your jawline, giving you a breather before he’s fucking you proper once more. “You’re mine, remember? Gotta fill ya up nice and good with my cum, yeah?”

His words have you moaning against his skin, unabashedly fucking yourself on his cock despite your poor cunt already spent from your last orgasm. “Love it when you say that,” you cup his face between your palms, kissing him over and over. “Want your cum, Samu. Want you to fill me up, please, please, please.”

Seeing you so fucked out, bouncing in his lap and begging for him triggers something primal in Osamu. He snatches your hips, nails digging into your skin. Tears flood down your face while the rhythm Osamu sets becomes brutal. “Gonna ruin ya for everyone else,” he snarls, feeling the precipice of his own release. “This body was made fer me, yeah. Just me…” His hand slips between both your bodies, catching your clit to send you over the edge once more.

“Just—just you!” you cry, chanting Osamu’s name like a prayer when you cum for a second time, making a mess of both of you. The way your walls convulse around him as Osamu’s cock twitching before he’s spilling inside your warm, willing cunt. It’s not long before you’re whining from how full you are. Osamu’s cum has always been thick and too much but he’s been pent from not fucking you for what felt like ages. “Full…” you whimper.

“Ya can take it,” he shushes, keeping both of you in that position until he’s sure you’ve milked him dry. You’ve relaxed in his arms, body exhausted from a rough and thorough fucking. He pulls out after a while, his cum seeping out of you and he has half a mind to finger it back inside but he restrains himself and gets you both cleaned up.

He must have sobered up at some point by how efficient he is at getting the two of you in your tub, cleaning off the sweat and cum from your bodies before dressing you in fresh pajamas. Thankfully, he always keeps spare clothes in your house. Osamu carries you to bed, ready to curl you into his side and doze off into a peaceful sleep. But somehow, with tired limbs you climb into his lap, arms wrapped around his neck.

“You meant what you said, right?” you ask, sleepy eyes staring up at him. “You’re not going to push me away again?” And Osamu can see the fear in your eyes, the worry that he might take his words back in the morning and send the both of you back to square one. He can’t blame you, he’s had his moments where he’s been inexplicably sweet to you just to go back on his word.

You continue, “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Samu. I only did it ‘cause I’ve been hurting for so long. I thought maybe I was wasting my time here because you wouldn’t commit to me,” You play with the ends of his hair, softly tugging on the freshly-washed strands. “I just wanted you to tell me not to go on the date because you wanted to be with me. Sometimes I just feel like some girl you caught dibs on or something...as if you don’t actually care to be with me for me.”

Osamu sighs, he thought he was already showing those things for you—in his own way. But what you wanted was validation, something concrete to show that you meant something to him. Maybe that’s why you sought comfort in Atsumu who’s never been shy about expressing how special you are to him.

“I’m sorry,” he says, the words feeling foreign in his mouth. Your eyes grow wide with shock. Osamu’s never apologized to you before, for anything. There were moments when he wanted to but something, pride or stupidity, always stopped him. When he’d upset you, he’d cook your favorite meal, buy a gift or fuck the anger out of you. But he knows that can’t be his default anymore. “I should’ve seen that I was hurtin’ ya but…”

Osamu’s afraid of what he wants to say next, afraid of what your reaction might be but it’s something he needs to do.

“The truth is seeing ya with Atsumu makes me so scared. ‘Cause...you’re just so happy when he’s around and I get worried that maybe you’d prefer him over me. Most people do...” he feels your hand cup his cheek and he leans into your touch. “I wanted to make ya happy like that but seeing you with him made me so angry that I just took it out on ya instead.”

Now or never, Osamu thinks. “You’ve never been just some girl. You’re the only girl that’s ever meant anything to me. I’ve been in love with ya since we were kids and I’ve just been too fucking stupid to realize it. I’ve always loved ya and all I’ve wanted was for ya to love me back—not cause yer stuck with me or somethin' but cause ya actually mean it.”

His body is shaking and he feels like he’s going to vomit from nerves. Somehow, Osamu musters up the courage to look you in the eye and he sees that you’re crying again. But these are different tears because you’re leaning in and kissing him feverishly. Again and again and again. It isn’t until he feels your fingertips rubbing his cheeks that Osamu realizes he’s crying too. Fuck, he’s actually crying.

“I do love you,” you proclaim with the biggest smile Osamu’s ever seen. “And I’ll keep saying it until you know it’s true.” But Osamu just needed to hear it only once to believe it. You love him.

And he loves you.

~

“You’re indulging him,” Osamu complains, pulling you into his lap as the two of you sit at the bottom of the stairs watching everyone else mingle in the living room.

“He wouldn’t shut up about it if we didn’t do it,” you remind him for the hundredth time. “Just be nice tonight, okay?” You kiss the pout off his face but Osamu still grumbles under his breath.

Atsumu was leaving in the morning but he, of course, wanted a going away party to see him off. Osamu thought it was a bit dramatic—his brother would only be gone for two months tops but Atsumu always craved the spotlight.

As usual, he charmed everyone with his stories from training camp and all the amazing athletes and coaches he’s working with. How he’s already being scouted for professional teams. Just a few more hours, Osamu thinks.

The one highlight is that this is Osamu’s first official outing as your boyfriend, something he feels a bit smug about since it takes some of the attention away from his idiot twin. Some people were surprised when you two finally made it official. Others, Suna and Kita, weren’t as shocked and wondered why it took so long to happen in the first place.

“What is the grumpy Miya Osamu thinking about right now?” you ask, head leaning against his shoulder.

Osamu kisses your temple. “How much I’d rather be in bed than listen to Atsumu tell this story again. What about ya?”

You smile at him with a sparkle in your eye that Osamu knows it's just for him. “How much I love you,”

Osamu snorts, hoping it covers the blush that’s most definitely on his cheeks but he’s sure you see right through him. “I love you too, dummy.”

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[whatyadrawin]

Michael Myers x Fem! Reader (Headcanon) 18+ only -Chapter 2

The Evil Within (Tentative Title)

Masterlist

Approximately 1,427 words

Pairing: Michael Myers x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Language, Mental Health Facility/Medical Procedure, light mention of violence

A/N: This fic is turning into a bit of a slow burn but it feels so good to write again for not only just myself but my partner and omg the character placeholder for YOU the reader that I have drawn is SO GODDAMN PRETTY just like you.

Overview: After the first encounter with Michael, he has not left your mind and you get a surprising call

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Ever since that night, you could not get the sight of his eyes out of your head. As a child you had seen the news of a masked killer who went on a killing spree looking for his lost younger sister Laurie Strode but you chalked it up to media sensationalism, the stories you heard however, were on a different level. Michael Myers was rumored to be immortal, he recovered from what would normally be life threatening injuries at inhuman speed and never stopped searching for her. The fantastical stories became so conflated with what you had seen on the news back then, you didn’t know what to believe so you just stopped thinking about it. Michael had become a myth very quickly, a scary story to tell to your friends on Halloween night and nothing more…until now, now you had looked into the eyes of the devil himself. You think about his skin and how your needle barely penetrated until you really pushed, you think about what you could make of his face. His jaw was muscular and covered in a thick layer of light brown stubble, his nose was perfectly formed and straight like a roman statue, his eyes… the eyes of someone who took so many innocent lives without remorse had burned a mark in your mind.

Going back to work never felt normal after that encounter, you still did your job perfectly and you still provided empathetic and professional care to the most vulnerable people but you weren’t fully present anymore. It felt like he had put a spell on you, every empty bedside left you drifting off into your mind trying to recreate what you experienced that night. You drained blood from the body of a demon and lived. A few months had passed and you wondered how the townspeople were able to live their lives knowing a monster lay in waiting to wreak havoc on them once again, sure he was contained but two guards and a few blockades wouldn’t be able to hold in a powerful force like Michael… could it?

One day after a very arduous 12hr shift, you decided to take a small break in the employee lounge of the hospital like you had many times before and like clockwork the setting sun released a cozy blanket of orange light that filled the room. You look out at the courtyard as recovering patients were sitting with their visiting families enjoying the last few minutes of company, the hospital was now releasing more patients than taking them in and it felt like a rare and hopeful blessing. Even with the lack of patients there was still so much work to do since governments had cut funding for health facilities and layoffs were becoming very common, overworked hospital staff started to quit to move away to greener pastures and it seemed like the system that kept the public alive was beginning to crumble around you.

A familiar voice had called out to you and snapped you out of your depressive daze, it was Deanna “Hey *Y/N* you have a call on the phone, it’s from…. Well…it’s Dr.Loomis” she looked worried and you had a feeling you knew why, am I going to have my life put at risk again? You pick up “Hello this is *Y/N*”

Dr. Loomis responds “Hello, it’s Dr. Loomis. You remember I called a while ago to have you come to the sanitarium for sample extraction. I’m afraid I am in need of your services again; it will be the same deal as last time but we need a different specimen this go around. Everything will be set up with the proper tubes when you get here…” He paused and took a breath in “That is, if you decide to come again. I know you know who this patient is and I know you are within your right to refuse; it is just routine chemistry for Mike-ahem-Michael’s physical. He may be a monster but he is still human and deserving of medical care same as everyone else” You frown a bit from his words, of course he deserves healthcare, you felt everyone deserves access to proper healthcare but your own safety is in extreme danger near that merciless killer.

You calmly reply “Dr.Loomis I think I need some time to think about this, is there no way to get anyone else? He must have familiar staff that he trusts and wouldn’t hurt by now” You hear Dr.Loomis release a hopeless sigh and he says “My dear, anyone who tries to get a needle near him ends up with serious injury and refuses to take on his ward, and now with the massive budget cuts the available staff has decreased to the point where the security levels of the other floors are being put into question” With that you feel a knot in your stomach Why would I want to go back if even the floors with regular patients are dangerous? You hear Dr.Loomis again “Please, it is one last collection for at least a few years. You can deny if you want but you have been the only one who he let touch, I saw the footage from inside the room that night and his sedation had worn off, he could have easily hurt you but he chose not to and that is remarkable. Professionally speaking, if he didn’t do it that time, it is my belief that he wouldn’t be likely to change that behavior a second time around.”

“Dr.Loomis, will there be the 2 guards there?”

A pause follows that instills doubt in you “Y-yes, there would be 2 guards”

“Ok I will come on Friday at 6 after my shift” Oh my god did I just agree? Why did I agree!?

“Wonderful news! I will get it all set up for you so you can be in and out, thank you *Y/N*! You truly are an exceptional person, goodbye now” and with that he hung up the phone so quickly, almost as if he was preventing the agreement from being revoked. Shit.

Deanna walked up to you and asked if everything was ok and you turn to her with a look of confused fear on your face “Deanna, I think I am going to die on Friday” she gently rubbed your arm and asked “You didn’t agree to go again, did you?... Did you!?”

“I did” you whispered “I don’t know what came over me I just agreed to do it as if it wasn’t even me saying it” she stared at you wide eyed “I don’t know what to say, maybe it will be fine again? I mean he just looked at you last time, right?” Poor Deanna, she was trying so hard to comfort you but no words would help. “I think I just have to go and do everything the same way, Dr.Loomis said he had never seen Michael react like that to other people trying to get samples, maybe I was just lucky that day I don’t know” Deanna lets go of your arm and starts to slowly walk off and says “*Y/N* I think you will be ok again, maybe he likes you” Her words fired up a strange flutter in your chest He might like me? Oh, great so now a murderer might have a crush on me!? You pack up your things and walk out towards the hospital doors, the fresh air hits you like a wave of relief I hope he likes me, I may not survive a second go if he doesn’t; You slowly walk home in the last glint of sunset, every tree blazing in fall colors and you take it all in. The town truly was a beautiful little place, all the shops were clean and family run, the houses were well kept and no house was vacant, you were lucky to find an empty home here and it may have needed some TLC but it was a gorgeous old home with original structure and located in a quiet area northwest of town.

You are near your house now, and as you get closer to the street you can’t help but see his face again and you pause when the sight of those eyes reappears in your mind. The world seemed to have stopped when you first locked eyes with his and the memory was unfading, as the sight of them has been burned into your mind. You shake your head and laugh a bit How could a monster like someone? Evil can’t feel that way, and with that passing thought you turn down Lampkin Lane, heading home.

[writingwithcolor]

What Does Our "Motivations” PSA Mean?

@luminalalumini said:

I've been on your blog a lot and it has a lot of really insightful information, but I notice a theme with some of your answers where you ask the writer reaching out what their 'motivation for making a character a certain [race/religion/ethnicity/nationality] is' and it's discouraging to see, because it seems like you're automatically assigning the writer some sort of ulterior motive that must be sniffed out and identified before the writer can get any tips or guidance for their question. Can't the 'motive' simply be having/wanting to have diversity in one's work? Must there be an 'ulterior motive'? I can understand that there's a lot of stigma and stereotypes and bad influence that might lead to someone trynna add marginalized groups into their stories for wrong reasons, but people that have those bad intentions certainly won't be asking for advice on how to write good representation in the first place. Idk its just been something that seemed really discouraging to me to reach out myself, knowing i'll automatically be assigned ulterior motives that i don't have and will probably have to justify why i want to add diversity to my story as if i'm comitting some sort of crime. I don't expect you guys to change your blog or respond to this or even care all that much, I'm probably just ranting into a void. I'm just curious if theres any reason to this that I haven't realized exists I suppose. I don't want y'all to take this the wrong way because I do actually love and enjoy your blog's advice in spite of my dumb griping. Cheers :))

We assume this is in reference to the following PSA:

PSA to all of our users - Motivation Matters: This lack of clarity w/r to intent has been a general issue with many recent questions. Please remember that if you don’t explain your motivations and what you intend to communicate to your audience with your plot choices, character attributes, world-building etc., we cannot effectively advise you beyond the information you provide. We Are Not Mind Readers. If, when drafting these questions, you realize you can’t explain your motivations, that is likely a hint that you need to think more on the rationales for your narrative decisions. My recommendation is to read our archives and articles on similar topics for inspiration while you think. I will be attaching this PSA to all asks with similar issues until the volume of such questions declines. 

We have answered this in three parts.

1. Of Paved Roads and Good Intentions

Allow me to give you a personal story, in solidarity towards your feelings:

When I began writing in South Asia as an outsider, specifically in the Kashmir and Lahore areas, I was doing it out of respect for the cultures I had grown up around. I did kathak dance, I grew up on immigrant-cooked North Indian food, my babysitters were Indian. I loved Mughal society, and every detail of learning about it just made me want more. The minute you told me fantasy could be outside of Europe, I hopped into the Mughal world with two feet. I was 13. I am now 28.

And had you asked me, as a teenager, what my motives were in giving my characters’ love interests blue or green eyes, one of them blond hair, my MC having red-tinted brown hair that was very emphasized, and a whole bunch of paler skinned people, I would have told you my motives were “to represent the diversity of the region.” 

I’m sure readers of the blog will spot the really, really toxic and colourist tropes present in my choices. If you’re new here, then the summary is: giving brown people “unique” coloured eyes and hair that lines up with Eurocentric beauty standards is an orientalist trope that needs to be interrogated in your writing. And favouring pale skinned people is colourist, full stop.

Did that make me a bad person with super sneaky ulterior motives who wanted to write bad representation? No.

It made me an ignorant kid from the mostly-white suburbs who grew up with media that said brown people had to “look unique” (read: look as European as possible) to be considered valuable.

And this is where it is important to remember that motives can be pure as you want, but you were still taught all of the terrible stuff that is present in society. Which means you’re going to perpetuate it unless you stop and actually question what is under your conscious motive, and work to unlearn it. Work that will never be complete.

I know it sounds scary and judgemental (and it’s one of the reasons we allow people to ask to be anonymous, for people who are afraid). Honestly, I would’ve reacted much the same as a younger writer, had you told me I was perpetuating bad things. I was trying to do good and my motives were pure, after all! But after a few years, I realized that I had fallen short, and I had a lot more to learn in order for my motives to match my impact. Part of our job at WWC is to attempt to close that gap.

We aren’t giving judgement, when we ask questions about why you want to do certain things. We are asking you to look at the structural underpinnings of your mind and question why those traits felt natural together, and, more specifically, why those traits felt natural to give to a protagonist or other major character.

I still have blond, blue-eyed characters with sandy coloured skin. I still have green-eyed characters. Because teenage me was right, that is part of the region. But by interrogating my motive, I was able to devalue those traits within the narrative, and I stopped making those traits shorthand for “this is the person you should root for.” 

It opened up room for me to be messier with my characters of colour, even the ones who my teenage self would have deemed “extra special.” Because the European-associated traits (pale hair, not-brown-eyes) stopped being special. After years of questioning, they started lining up with my motive of just being part of the diversity of the region.

Motive is important, both in the conscious and the subconscious. It’s not a judgement and it’s not assumed to be evil. It’s simply assumed to be unquestioned, so we ask that you question it and really examine your own biases.

~Mod Lesya

2. Motivations Aren't Always "Ulterior"

You can have a positive motivation or a neutral one or a negative one. Just wanting to have diversity only means your characters aren't all white and straight and cis and able-bodied -- it doesn't explain why you decided to make this specific character specifically bi and specifically Jewish (it me). Yes, sometimes it might be completely random! But it also might be "well, my crush is Costa Rican, so I gave the love interest the same background", or "I set it in X City where the predominant marginalized ethnicity is Y, so they are Y". Neither of these count as ulterior motives. But let's say for a second that you did accidentally catch yourself doing an "ulterior." Isn't that the point of the blog, to help you find those spots and clean them up?

Try thinking of it as “finding things that need adjusting” rather than “things that are bad” and it might get less scary to realize that we all do them, subconsciously. Representation that could use some work is often the product of subconscious bias, not deliberate misrepresentation, so there's every possibility that someone who wants to improve and do better didn't do it perfectly the first time. 

--Shira

3. Dress-Making as a Metaphor

I want to echo Lesya’s sentiments here but also provide a more logistical perspective. If you check the rubber stamp guide here and the “Motivation matters” PSA above, you’ll notice that concerns with respect to asker motivation are for the purposes of providing the most relevant answer possible.

It is a lot like if someone walks into a dressmaker’s shop and asks for a blue dress/ suit (Back when getting custom-made clothes was more of a thing) . The seamstress/ tailor is likely to ask a wide variety of questions:

What material do you want the outfit to be made of?

Where do you plan to wear it?

What do you want to highlight?

How do you want to feel when you wear it?

Let’s say our theoretical customer is in England during the 1920s. A tartan walking dress/ flannel suit for the winter is not the same as a periwinkle, beaded, organza ensemble/ navy pinstripe for formal dress in the summer. When we ask for motivations, we are often asking for exactly that: the specific reasons for your inquiry so we may pinpoint the most pertinent information.

The consistent problem for many of the askers who receive the PSA is they haven’t even done the level of research necessary to know what they want to ask of us. It would be like if our English customer in the 1920s responded, “IDK, some kind of blue thing.” Even worse,  WWC doesn’t have the luxury of the back-and-forth between a dressmaker and their clientele. If our asker doesn’t communicate all the information they need in mind at the time of submission, we can only say, “Well, I’m not sure if this is right, but here’s something. I hope it works, but if you had told us more, we could have done a more thorough job.”

Answering questions without context is hard, and asking for motivations, by which I mean the narratives, themes, character arcs and other literary devices that you are looking to incorporate, is the best way for us to help you, while also helping you to determine if your understanding of the problem will benefit from outside input. Because these asks are published with the goal of helping individuals with similar questions, the PSA also serves to prompt other users.

I note that asking questions is a skill, and we all start by asking the most basic questions (Not stupid questions, because to quote a dear professor, “There are no stupid questions.”). Unfortunately, WWC is not suited for the most basic questions. To this effect, we have a very helpful FAQ and archive as a starting point. Once you have used our website to answer the more basic questions, you are more ready to approach writing with diversity and decide when we can actually be of service. This is why we are so adamant that people read the FAQ. Yes, it helps us, but it also is there to save you time and spare you the ambiguity of not even knowing where to start.

The anxiety in your ask conveys to me a fear of being judged for asking questions. That fear is not something we can help you with, other than to wholeheartedly reassure you that we do not spend our unpaid, free time answering these questions in order to assume motives we can’t confirm or sit in judgment of our users who, as you say, are just trying to do better.

Yes, I am often frustrated when an asker’s question makes it clear they haven’t read the FAQ or archives. I’ve also been upset when uncivil commenters have indicated that my efforts and contributions are not worth their consideration. However, even the most tactless question has never made me think, “Ooh this person is such a naughty racist. Let me laugh at them for being a naughty racist. Let me shame them for being a naughty racist. Mwahaha.”

What kind of sad person has time for that?*

Racism is structural. It takes time to unlearn, especially if you’re in an environment that doesn’t facilitate that process to begin with. Our first priority is to help while also preserving our own boundaries and well-being. Though I am well aware of the levels of toxic gas-lighting and virtue signaling that can be found in various corners of online writing communities in the name of “progressivism*”, WWC is not that kind of space. This space is for discussions held in good faith: for us to understand each other better, rather than for one of us to “win” and another to “lose.”

Just as we have good faith that you are doing your best, we ask that you have faith that we are trying to do our best by you and the BIPOC communities we represent.

- Marika.

*If you are in any writing or social media circles that feed these anxieties or demonstrate these behaviors, I advise you to curtail your time with them and focus on your own growth. You will find, over time, that it is easier to think clearly when you are worrying less about trying to appease people who set the bar of approval so high just for the enjoyment of watching you jump. “Internet hygiene”, as I like to call it, begins with you and the boundaries you set with those you interact with online.

[dem-obscure-imagines]

Out of This World

Dave Lizewski x Reader

Fandom: Kick-Ass

Summary: Despite your best efforts to keep him out of it, Kick-Ass winds up involved in something well above his pay grade.

Note: Takes place sometime after Kick-Ass 2, with Dave in college now. Also, I actually really like the OCs I thought up for this? They have kind of a cool dynamic lmao idk.

Warnings: Injury, drug mention, canon-typical violence

Word Count: 3.1k

Reader is: Gender Neutral

It was a somewhat quiet night. Crickets chirping. The occasional car whirring by. Distant chatter. Too quiet, almost.

You listened, your eyes narrowing. You tuned in your senses, listening, listening, listening, until—

“Hey.”

“Aah!” You turned around, coming face to face with none other than Kick-Ass himself, donned in his recently upgraded gear, still accompanied by the green and yellow wetsuit mask he was so well-known for. You nodded. “Kick-Ass.”

“Yeah! Uh, hi. I don’t think we’ve met.” He smiled and you swore you’d never seen eyes more blue. They were clear and vivid despite the darkness surrounding you on the rooftop you were using for cover.

“We haven’t.”

“Right. So, um, what’s your name?”

“I’m Firefly.”

“Firefly. Cool. Cool.” He nodded awkwardly and you couldn’t help but chuckle. “Are you…?”

“Patrolling, yes. You?”

“Yeah, same.” He shrugged, rocking back on his heels and pausing for a long moment before asking, “Are you…waiting for something?”

“Someone, more like it.”

“Do you need any help?”

“No, I think I can handle it.” You said. “But thanks for the offer.”

“Are you sure?”

He was so earnest and genuine that you almost accepted. Until you remembered the context of the situation. Kick-Ass was a powerless, human, and utterly na��ve vigilante. Taking him with you would be a death sentence.

“Yeah, I’m sure. But thank you. Seriously.” You told him, smiling a bit.

He smiled back.

And then you heard tires screeching in the alley below. Your eyes widened and pulse quickened. That was your cue.

“Those are my guys. Catch you around.” You saluted him and then promptly jumped off the roof, causing him to yell and lean over the side of it, watching as you gracefully, and slowly, descended all the way to the ground.

“What…?” He whispered, watching you and the faint glow around you as you safely got to the ground and took off after the van that had raced down the alley. Strange, he decided. Very, very strange…

***

You yawned, the bags beneath your eyes oh, so heavy. And yet, your college classes were relentless and very early in the morning. So, you were sitting in your stats class, scribbling notes in your notebook when the kid next to you started squinting at the board. He was wearing glasses, you noticed, and he had curly brown hair.

“It says 52%.” You whispered to him, sliding your notebook a little closer to him so he could see what you were writing down.

“You have really nice handwriting.” He complimented, writing down what you had in your notes. “Thanks, by the way. I try to sit up closer to the board, but those seats always get taken and I’m always a few minutes late.”

“No problem.” You chuckled.

“I’m Dave, by the way.”

“(Y/N).” You replied.

Your professor, a younger one who was nice, but pretty strict, glanced up at the clock and then looked down at the rest of you. “Well, that’s all we have time for today. I’ll see you all on Wednesday. Remember, we have a quiz on Chapter 4 so make sure you study a bit between now and then. Class dismissed.”

The room started to chatter as the people who knew each other started making plans to meet up and work on the study guide. You stacked your things and started sliding them into your bag, tucking your water bottle into the side pocket.

“Um, (Y/N), do you have any study plans? I’m…well, I’m not doing very well in this class.”

“I was actually gonna hit the library later after my last class. Get some coffee, chill there for a while.” You said, pulling out your phone and opening snapchat. “Do you want to meet up, maybe?”

“Yeah! I’d actually like that a lot! Thanks so much.”

“Of course.” You grinned. The two of you exchanged contact information and went your separate ways.

When your next class, Psychology 201, ended, you shot Dave a snap and headed over to your usual spot in the library, one of the booths against the wall near the coffee place. It was a little noisy, sure, the sound of the coffee grinder constant and loud, but it was much better than the stiff upper levels where you were afraid to so much as even sneeze.

Once you’d claimed your table, you ordered yourself a drink from the counter and then went back to your seat, only to find Dave already there, unpacking his things.

“Hi.” You smiled.

“Hey. How was your other class?”

“Boring.” You replied with a laugh. “Our teacher put on some documentary and I almost fell asleep. I, uh, had kind of a long night last night…”

“Me too.” He chuckled. In that moment, you noticed just how tired he looked. Just how dark those bags were beneath his blue, blue eyes. He glanced at your cup. “What’s good here? I’ve never ordered anything from this place. I usually go to the one in the quad.”

“I like their chai. It’s good if you like cinnamon.”

“I do.” He grinned and scooted his chair back. “I’ll be right back, then. Thanks.”

“Anytime.”

You got out the study guide and your notes and started looking through the problems to see which ones you needed to work on the most. Some of the equations you understood pretty well. Others were a bit confusing. Dave returned not long after, a cup of chai in his hand. He sat back down in his seat and took a sip, smiling after.

“It’s good.”

“I’m glad you like it.” You said, looking up at him. “So, which types of problems are you having the most trouble with?”

“Well, all of them, to be honest. I was never good at math. I’m just taking this class to get the gen ed credit.”

“Oh me too. I was okay at it in high school, but college math sucks, I’ve decided.”

“Agreed.”

The two of you started walking through problems together until things started to make a little more sense. You checked your answers with the ones on Blackboard, and they all checked out, though, so you knew you must be doing something right.

“So what’s your major?” He asked.

“Undecided, so far.” You shrugged. “I’m just trying to get my Gen Eds out of the way right now. You?”

“Yeah, I don’t know either.” He shook his head. “There’s just nothing I think I’d want to do for the rest of my life, you know? Too many options.”

“I get that. I think it’s good to take some time to figure it out.”

“Yeah, something like that.”

Your watch chimed and you looked down at it, your eyes widening. There was no way those idiots triggered a distress signal in broad fucking daylight. You were sure it was a malfunction of some kind, and yet, the longer you stared at it, the longer it chimed, meaning only one thing. You had to go.

“Well, that’s my cue. Um, catch you around?” You started to hurriedly pack up your things.

“Yeah, of course! Thanks for the study session, again. I don’t think I would have passed without you.”

You laughed. “Thank me once we get our grades back.”

“Will do.”

And with that, you were gone.

***

When you finally got to the scene, the sun was beginning to set, but they were definitely still there. The Saturn Gang. They were pushing a specific type of drug on the vulnerable population, selling at night clubs and raves. And that would have been fine, had they not been known to give humans…adverse effects to say the least. And the reason?

The drugs weren’t from this planet.

You and your team had been tracking them for a while, doing everything you could to keep those drugs off of the street, but it wasn’t enough. There were always a few that slipped through the cracks.

“What’s going on?” You asked Sol, his golden mask over his eyes and gold accents on his otherwise dark uniform. His looked pretty similar to yours, actually, except the color on your suit was more of a yellow than the metallic material on his. The patch on your chest plate was different as well, yours in the shape of a firefly while his looked like the sun.

“We’re pretty sure we found one of their minor bases. This place definitely isn’t their main hideout, but there’s been a lot of activity here the past few nights.”

“Mmm.” You nodded.

“We also think they have a Lusca.”

“Fuck.”

“That’s what I said,” said Ember, whose uniform had red accents, a little flame embroidered onto his chest. “Nothing we can’t handle, but—”

“It’ll be messy.”

“Undoubtedly.”

“We’re gonna have to shower for a week,” said the leader of your team, a girl who went by the name of Nightlock. Her hair was choppy and short and midnight blue and her uniform didn’t have any accents. It was just all black, as was her mask. Something caught her eye and she stiffened up. “Shit.”

“What?” You asked, following her eyeline.

“Kick-Ass, ten o’clock.”

“Yeah he’s headed right for their front door. What do you want to do about that, Nightlock?” Ember asked.

“Well if he wanders in there, he’s dead. Stupid humans…”

“I’ve got him.” You volunteered. “I met him the other night. I’ll get him out of the way. You guys get inside. Once he gets lost I’ll join you.”

“And let us deal with the Lusca, how generous.” Sol chuckled and shook his head.

“You got a better idea?”

“Firefly, go.” Nightlock commanded and you nodded, quietly hopping down from the roof and landing behind Kick-Ass.

You clamped a hand over his mouth and pulled him around the corner, out of the alley. He struggled in your hold, but your strength far outmatched his. Once you got him far enough away, you turned him and pushed him against a wall so he could see you. Once he could, he stopped struggling.

“Are you trying to get killed?” You hissed. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“What’s going on? This is part of my usual route.” He insisted, eyes wide. “Is something wrong?”

“Yeah, kinda. We’re dealing with something. We have it handled, okay?”

“’We’?”

“My…team. I don’t have time to explain. Get away from here, alright?”

“Do you need help?”

“What part of ‘We have it handled’ do you not understand?”

“Right, I’m sorry.”

You noticed how scared he looked, his body trembling in your hold. You released him, your expression softening. “Don’t be. I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

He nodded.

Once you were fairly certain he wouldn’t follow after you, you turned and headed towards the side entrance of the building, following after your teammates. It was noisy inside, meaning trouble, most likely, and you were right. Blasters were firing in every direction, beams of light erupting and dissipating, frying angry black char marks into just about every surface and piece of furniture in the warehouse, and in the center of it all, the Lusca, a giant, slithering tentacled beast, wailing and baring its sharp teeth.

One of its large tentacles had Sol by the waist, shaking him around like a rattle. You dodged fire and sprang into action, your fists glowing yellow as you took off from the ground like a bullet. Your energy cut the Lusca’s tentacle clean off and it fell to the ground with a sickly schlorp. You helped untangle Sol from the slimy mess and he nodded gratefully.

You ran across the warehouse, doing your best not to slip and fall on the grimy surface. Nightlock was corner in the back of the room, so, as quickly as you could, you took out her attackers, each of their blasters clattering against the cement.

A few minutes later, it was just the four of you and a dead Lusca.

You all gathered around it, staring at the thing.

“Ew.” You grimaced.

“Yeah.” Sol agreed, absolutely drenched in its disgusting slime.

You heard a clap. And then another. And then another as slowly, one of the Saturn boys, Four, as he was dubbed, due to his set of extra arms, walked into the base, holding Kick-Ass by the scruff of his uniform.

“I see you killed my guard dog. How about I kill yours?” Four asked with a grin.

Kick-Ass had a black eye and a split lip from what you could tell. It was evident he’d been on the wrong end of at least one of Four’s fists.

“He’s not ours.” Nightlock crossed her arms.

“Okay great. Then you wouldn’t mind if I keep him, then?” Four asked with a cruel chuckle. “Always could use some test rats for our latest batch.”

Kick-Ass looked up at you, his limbs limp, his eyes half-lidded. It was hard to see him like that. You wondered if he had stuck around, or maybe he hadn’t been able to get far enough away. When he coughed, a little blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

“That’s not gonna fly either, I’m afraid.” You said, your fists involuntarily lighting themselves with power.

“A fan of his, little Firefly? Your fists deceive you.” Four tsked.

You noticed a patch of dark fabric clinging to Kick-Ass’ stomach. He was bleeding. Shit.

Suddenly, Four collapsed to the ground, as did Kick-Ass, who scrambled into a corner, shaking.

“Took you fucking long enough.” Ember growled at the same time Ultraviolet shimmered into existence over Four’s unconscious body.

“I had an exam, okay?”

“Can we focus, here?” Nightlock called the rest of you back to attention. “Vi, knock him out, too. We’re gonna have to take him back to HQ to get him healed up.”

“Wait…” Kick-Ass protested weakly, trembling slightly. He was scared. That was understandable. You imagined finding out about aliens existing would be pretty jarring. “…What?”

You walked over and kneeled in front of him, checking the damages. As the healer of the team, that would be your responsibility. “You’ll be fine. I promise.”

Your words seemed to put him a bit at ease and he nodded, surrendering to Ultraviolet’s pheromones.

“Sol, Ember, get Four bound. We should take him in for interrogation.”

“Got it.”

“I’ll grab the samples so Jeff can start synthesis of the antidote when we get back.”

You stared down at Kick-Ass’ unconscious form, moving him as carefully as you could and maneuvering him so he was comfortable in your arms. Well, as comfortable as he could be with his wounds.

Once everyone else was done, the whole team warped to Headquarters, your base of operation. It was, to be frank, a mansion in a satellite orbiting earth. You took Kick-Ass to the med bay and laid him down on the cot. Immediately, the screen started blinking, instructing you to remove his uniform for optimal healing. Shit.

“SOL! EMBER!”

The boys rushed in.

“Thought you might call.” Sol chuckled, he and Ember setting to work, getting him out of his uniform and into a hospital gown instead.

“How bad is it?” You asked, prepping your supplies and opening a new file on your computer, labelling it “Kick-Ass.”

“Bad.” Ember said gravely, his voice quiet.

“Hurry up, (Y/N).”

“On it.” You turned and looked down at him, your eyes widening.

“What?”

“I know him. He’s in my class.” You said, golden glowing sparkles floating around your fingers. You held them over the wound on his abdomen, letting your power and warmth flow into him until the gash fully sealed up. Next, you healed up the giant purple bruises along his hip and thigh, and then, finally, you let your hand hover over his face, watching as the bruising around his eye shrank and the cut in his lip fused back together.

Dave.

You stared at him for a long while, watching as, slowly, his eyes fluttered open.

Shit. That was right. Your powers always seemed to evaporate whatever effect it was that Ultraviolet had on people.

He looked up at you, his eyes half-lidded and a soft smile on his face. “Did I die?”

“No.” Sol said, arms crossed. “Not yet, anyway.”

“Hey! Get out of here.” You batted your arm at them. “Don’t scare him.”

“Ugh, fine. You’re no fun.” Sol rolled his eyes as he and Ember left, leaving you alone in the med bay with Dave.

“How do you feel?”

“Good. Um, fine. Where are we?”

“We’re safe. This is our Headquarters. You took a pretty bad hit.”

He sat up slowly, looking up at you. “That I remember.” He seemed to notice his hair in the corner of his eye and felt his face.

“We had to take off your uniform to heal you up. Sorry about that.” You apologized. “I’ll, uh, even the playing field, though.” You told him. You pulled the yellow wig you wore off, exposing your natural hair instead, and then you pulled the thin black mask from your face.

“(Y/N)?”

“Surprise.” You did jazz hands and chuckled softly. “Funny how that happens, huh?”

“Yeah… funny.” He smiled softly, shaking his head. “That’s so weird.”

“Yep. So uh…”

“You were right. This shit is way above my level. That guy had four arms and that…giant octopus thing was…”

“Yeah, that sure was an alien.” You chuckled. “Sorry you got mixed up in all of it anyway.”

“Me too.” He looked at you for a long time before asking, “So you guys…you all have powers?”

“We do.”

“That’s so fucking cool.”

You shrugged. “Yeah, it kind of is.”

“How is that even possible?”

“Well, uh, four arms and his squid friend aren’t the only aliens around here?”

His eyes widened and his head fell forward as he stared at you like you had suddenly sprouted a third eye. “You’re an alien?”

“Half.” You amended. “On my mother’s side.”

“Oh. Cool. I’m dreaming, right? This is all some fucked up dream?”

“Unfortunately, no, it is not.” You giggled, looking at the look on his face. “Any other questions?”

“Yeah, actually, uh…” He paused and looked up at you, a look you couldn’t quite recognize on his face. “Why did you save me?”

“Because no one deserves to die like that.” You replied. “And I have to admit, you’re pretty cute.”

He grinned. “You think so?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“I think you’re pretty cute, too.” He chuckled. “So uh…do you think I could take a half-alien out on a date sometime?”

You scrunched your nose. “Yeah, I think you probably could. Besides, now that the Saturn Gang thinks you’re involved in all of this, you’re gonna need some training.” You smirked. “And I can’t think of anyone better to give it to you.”  

[blue-labcoat]

1. Meeting Spencer Reid

summary: reader is a forensic pathology resident assigned to work a case with the BAU. her and dr reid get along particularly well.

genre: fluff, 2.8k

warnings: autopsies, being tipsy, kissing

series masterlist here

a/n: this is the first fic i’ve ever posted! thanks for reading! i’m not good at writing endings but i tried my best :)

“Oh, y/n, I want you to meet the BAU. Everyone, this is my forensic pathology resident, Dr y/n y/l/n.”

I smile and nod as everyone introduces themselves. The last person in the line to introduce himself looks about my age – we’re both younger than the rest of the team. He has hair that’s somehow unruly in a very organized way and he had kind brown eyes. He waits patiently for his turn, then:

“Hi, I’m Dr. Reid. Um, Spencer.” He presses his lips together and smiles.

Dr. Milton and I follow the team to their conference room, where we exchange information on the case. Us, on the autopsies and forensic evidence, them on the non-tangible evidence. As we start to wrap things up, the BAU leader Hotchner gets a call.

“Hotch,” he answers the phone. He listens to what the person on the other line has to say, then responds with ‘got it’ and hangs up.

“We’ve got another body,” he says. “Same MO. Everyone get packed up, we’re heading to the scene right away. Doctors, I hope you’ll join us?” He turns to Dr. Milton and me.

Dr. Milton nodded. “I’ve just got to drive back to the lab and get the truck – perhaps one of you can give Dr. y/l/n a ride to the crime scene and she can get started there?”

Hotchner’s eyes scan the room before settling on Dr. Reid. “Reid, you’ll give the doctor a ride to the crime scene,” he commands, more than asks.

Dr. Reid looks up from his desk and nods. Before I walk over to his desk, Dr. Milton pulls me aside.

“Listen, y/l/n, I’ve been very impressed with your work lately. You’re almost finished your residency, I think it’s time to let you take point on this case. I’ll still meet you at the crime scene, but I want you to run the forensic part of the investigation, communication with the BAU, paperwork, all that good stuff. You good with that?”

“Yes, of course! Thank you so much, Dr. Milton!” I replied, beaming.

“And, y/n?” She continues, using my first name. “The young Dr. Reid seems very nice. Perhaps, oh, I don’t know, have fun with him.” She winks. “Well, as much fun as you can have during a murder investigation, I guess.”

“Millie! Don’t,” I blushed heavily. Elizabeth wasn’t that much older than me, and we were decently close. Clearly, she had seen the way that I had looked at Dr Reid earlier. She smiled at my flushed face and turned around to leave.

I walked over to Dr Reid’s desk, where he was bent over collecting paperwork. When he noticed me coming over, he straightened up. After noticing just how tall he was when he was next to me, I stuck my hand out for a handshake.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I don’t shake hands. The number of pathogens exchanged during the average handshake is staggering – it’s honestly safer to kiss,” he stutters out.

I withdrew my hand. “Very smart of you,” I reply. “I always laugh when people talk about how gross things like toilets are, but they have no problems with doorknobs, or phone screens.”

“It’s true!” Reid smiles. “It’s refreshing to meet someone who understands. Are you ready to go to the crime scene?”

“Yep, I just need to change and then we can go. Could you show me where the bathroom is?”

Reid shows me to the bathroom, where I change quickly into my crime scene jumpsuit. Grabbing my medical bag, I walk out and join Reid where he was waiting for me. We walked together to his car in silence.

Once we were on the road, Reid spoke up.

“So, Dr. y/l/n, you’re in the final year of your residency, right? That must be exciting.”

“Yeah, it is! And please, call me y/n. Or, just y/l/n,” I replied.

“Alright, as long as you call me Spencer, or Reid,” he responded. “How long have you been in school?”

“14 years in June – 4 years undergrad, 4 years of med school, 5 years of an anatomical path residency and then my forensic pathology residency, which is just the one year.”

“Wow, 14 years. That’s a pretty long time to go to school.”

“Well, I imagine you would know what it’s like, you have a PhD., right?”

“Yes, 3 of them,” he replies nonchalantly.

“Holy crap! I could have sworn you were around my age, how do you have 3 PhD’s? And what are they in?”

“Oh, well, I have an IQ of 187, can read 20 000 words a minute and I have an eidetic memory. So, that helps quite a bit. My doctoral degrees are in mathematics, chemistry, and engineering, and I also got BAs in psychology, sociology and philosophy after I did my PhDs.”

I chuckled. I was wanting to be friends with this guy more and more.

“So, listen,” he continues. “Hotch – that’s Agent Hotchner – he said that Dr. Milton is letting you run point on the autopsy and stuff, so he asked me to accompany you to the lab so we can work together, and I can analyze the psychological stuff while you do the pathology stuff.”

“Okay, that sounds good!” I smiled, looking out the window so that Spencer wouldn’t see me blushing. This meant that I didn’t get a chance to see him blushing, too.

When we got to the crime scene, I got right into it while we waited for Dr Milton with the body bag and the rest of the stuff. I narrated all my findings to the rest of the BAU, who commented occasionally on the significance of my findings, as well as their observations of the scene.

After Dr Milton arrived, we loaded the body into the truck and collected the rest of the evidence we needed. Hotch and Morgan headed back to the office, Rossi and Emily stayed at the scene to continue to search for evidence. Elizabeth took the truck back to the lab, and Spencer drove me back to the lab where he was going to observe the autopsy.

 Back at the lab, I started setting up the autopsy suite with the autopsy tech while the body was being unloaded. Spencer observed carefully from the corner of the room as we set up the equipment and the body was brought in.

“Hey, Reid,” I said as I grabbed my surgical gown and gloves. “Were you planning on staying in here for the autopsy? You can wait in my office if you’re uncomfortable, or…”

“No, I’d like to watch if that’s okay with you,” Spencer suggested with bright eyes.

“Yeah, of course! I’ll get Tim to grab you a gown.”

As soon as the body was brought in, I began my external examination, speaking into the recorder as I went. I felt Spencer watching me, but he didn’t say anything.

“There’s no visual evidence of rape or sexual assault. The rape kit will tell us if there’s any semen present, but it could of course be present due to consensual sex.”

Spencer finally chimes in. “The nonsexual nature of the crime tells us a lot about the UnSub – especially considering the fact that he undressed her but didn’t rape her.”

I continued with the exam.

“I’m ready to open the victim up now, are you sure that you want to stay?” I asked, glancing up at Reid.

“Yes, I’m good. I’ve seen my fair share of dead bodies in this line of business,” he replied.

“Hey, Dr y/l//n,” Tim spoke up as I was setting up near the head. “Millie needs me in the other room, do you think it would be okay if I step out for a bit?”

“Yeah, go ahead, Tim. Spencer here can give me a hand if I need, right Spence?” I grinned at him from beneath my mask.

“Oh, me? S-sure! I can help!” He chimed in, stepping closer to the table. “What do you want me to do?”

“Thanks, Doc,” said Tim, peeling his gloves off and leaving the room.

“Well, I’m just about to start with the head. So, I’ll just let you know what I need to you to do.”

I started by shaving the head and cutting an incision from behind one ear to the other. I set down the scalpel and motioned to Reid.

“Okay, I’m going to peel the skin back now, so I just need you to hold the head steady.”

“Peel… the skin?” Reid asked, coming over.

“Yeah, so I can get at the skull. So, can you just hold on either side – perfect. That’s good.”

Spencer held the head steady while I peeled the scalp back and onto the victim’s face.

The rest of the autopsy went smoothly, and Reid was a great helper. There wasn’t a lot of conversation since I was narrating the process, but he chimed in every now and then with his comments on what significance different injuries could hold in the eyes of the killer.

When we were finished, we cleaned up and headed back to my office.

“Was that your first autopsy?” I asked, sitting down at my desk, and motioning for him to do the same in a chair I had facing mine.

“Well, yes. I mean, I’ve seen lots of dead bodies in this job, and I’ve been present at a lot of the ends of autopsies. And I’ve read a lot of autopsy reports. But I’ve never been present for the whole thing, and I’ve certainly never assisted.”

“Well, as good as you did,” I said, smiling, “I don’t think autopsy tech is on your list of future jobs. Don’t need to be a profiler to see that, huh?”

Spencer smiled sheepishly. “So, where do we go from here?”

“I’ll fill out the autopsy report and I guess that’s the end of my job. Once I’m finished you can bring it to your people,” I answered, a little upset that my part of the case was over already.

“Unless,” Spencer continued. “Hotch said that sometimes Dr Milton comes out in the field to offer her insights. I would- I mean, we would certainly appreciate any insights you have to offer.”

“Is this your way of asking me to work the case with you, Dr Reid?”

“Only if you want to work the case with me, Dr y/l/n.”

“It would be my pleasure. After all, they don’t usually let us squints into the field so I’ve got to take an invitation when I can.”

Spencer chuckled.

 The next few days were a blur. I did end up joining Spencer and the team in the field, and despite us investigating a homicide, I had fun. The BAU team was like a family, and while I was still an outsider, I felt like they were warming up to me. Spencer and I grew a bit closer as well, and he assured me that they liked me. Agent Prentiss, Emily, was really nice to me and we got along well.

We finally solved the case at their offices, and she was the one who invited me out for drinks with the rest of the team.

“Oh, I don’t know if I can,” I answered. “I should really get back to the lab and finish up the paperwork for the case.”

“Nonsense!” Emily exclaimed. “Even Reid is coming, aren’t you, Reid?”

Spencer looked up from his desk where he had been packing things into his briefcase.

“I wasn’t planning on it, but I guess it couldn’t hurt,” he agreed slowly.

Spencer drove me to the bar, Nolan’s, explaining that this is where the team usually grabbed drinks after a case. “I don’t really drink, so if you do, I can drive you home afterwards. If you want, I mean. If you just want to take a cab or something, that’s fine too, I just thought I would offer because-”

“It would be great if you could drive me home, Spencer,” I interrupted his rambling. “I don’t want to make the wrong impression on the team, so I probably won’t have more than a few drinks anyways, but I really appreciate you offering.”

Spencer kept his eyes on the road, but when I glanced over to sneak a peek at him, I noticed the corners of his mouth turned up and a light pink flush dusting his cheeks.

When we got to the bar, he guided me to a booth near the back, and I scooted in next to Emily. Spencer sat down on the other side of me.

“First round’s on me,” Rossi announced, setting down two pitchers – one with beer and one with sangria. He also set down a glass with what looked like coke for Spencer. Emily poured herself and I each glasses of sangria, and the conversation picked up around the table. They really were nice people, and they all asked questions to get to know me a little better. I was appreciative, because even if I didn’t get a chance to work many more cases with them, it was nice that they were trying.

We stayed to about midnight, sharing funny stories and talking about nothing and everything.

“Okay, well thank you, BAU, for inviting me,” I announced, “But I do really have to get the paperwork done tomorrow. Which means I need to head home.”

Turning to Spencer, I asked if he was still okay with driving me home, and he nodded. As we stood up, JJ and Derek both got up to leave too. Spencer and I bid farewell to the rest of the team, and he led me to his car. I hadn’t drunk too much, but enough to feel that tingly warmth deep in my chest.

Once we were in the car, I gave Spencer directions back to my apartment. I hummed along to the tune playing on the radio, leaning my head against the window but watching Spencer’s fingers drum on the steering wheel. There was something so mesmerizing about the way he moved his hands – I’d noticed it during the case, too. He talked with his hands, but it was more than that. He had such long fingers, and he was often fiddling them.

Maybe I was a little bit tipsier then I was willing to admit to myself, because I found myself telling him exactly what I thought about his hands.

“You have really nice hands, Spencer,” I said absentmindedly. “Fingers, too. They’re so long, and kind of fidgety. Just like you,” I giggled.

“Thanks? I’m… glad you like them?” Spencer replied, blushing again. He blushed so often, but I enjoyed thinking that it might be because of me.

When we got to my apartment, he parked the car out front. “I’ll walk you up, okay?” He asked, opening his door.

“Thanks, Spencer. That’s really nice of you,” I said, stepping out of the car and tripping on the curb. “I’m okay.”

“You know, I had a lot of fun working this case with you, y/n,” he said to me in the elevator. “Hopefully we’ll get to work more together soon. I think we would be good friends.”

“I think so too, Spencer,” I replied, grinning. “But even if we’re not working cases together, we could still be friends. If you want,” I added as we approached my door. I didn’t motion to unlock it; instead, I turned around to face Spencer.

“I’d really like that,” he said, looking into my eyes. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and his eyes darted down to my lips.

I knew he wouldn’t kiss me. He thought I was drunk, and besides, he seemed really shy. It wasn’t really like me to make the first move, but I leaned forward anyways to softly press my lips against his.

The kiss was short and sweet. We both drew away. Spencer’s face was bright red, and I could feel mine burning as well.

“Thanks, for the ride,” I finally said. “Goodnight, Spencer.”

“I, uh- um. Goodnight, y/n,” he stuttered out as I entered the apartment. I gave him a small smile before shutting the door gently.

Great, I thought to myself as I got ready for bed. That was really helpful in getting over your stupid little crush. The kiss had only lasted a moment, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the feeling of his lips on mine, and what it might be like to tug on his hair while we kissed, or to leave marks on his neck.

That’s enough, I reminded myself. If we were really going to work more cases together, I had to pull myself together. It would be unprofessional to do otherwise.

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Happy With You

Sirius Black x Female Reader

W.C. : 2800

Request: Hiii wifey ;) may I request a fic for the love of my life sirius black? Maybe the reader is james’ little sibling?Also, lots of yearning/ mutual pining please 😭 but please pleaseeee make it a happy ending cause shattered part one left me HEART BROKEN

A/N: Thanks for the request lovely! I had so much fun writing this I hope you and everyone enjoy it.

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Maybe it was the way she spoke, like her words were written in the finest sheets of parchment by all the blessed people that got to listen to her, as if her voice carried the melody of a siren and attracted everyone in her direction. It definitely had that effect on Sirius Black.

Sirius wanted to follow her to every place she set foot on, listen to her talk as full of passion and excitement as she always did. She had a magnet to her, a magnet that pulled him and made him want to talk to her all the time. Or just be with her, sitting on grass just outside of the castle as she played and ran, maybe he’d play with her. Laughter flowing with the cold breeze as he wrapped his arm around her waist and spun her in the air.

“Sirius!”

That wasn’t her voice.

“Merlin, we’ve lost him.”

But it was close enough.

“Huh?” Sirius murmured, lifting his head from the book open in the desk in front of him. He shook his head softly, eyes focusing on round glasses before he could see beyond the lens and into brown eyes. Not quite the ones he was hoping for, though. “What is it?”

“Never seen you so invested in something.” James chuckled. If only he knew. “Do you get what the professor is talking about?” he asked, spinning the book in the air to see if maybe he got it upside down with no luck, the book was on the right side and just as it was supposed to be read “I reckon he stopped speaking English hours ago.”

Sirius laughed at that, turning to see Peter just as confused as James and then to Remus, the only one actually taking notes “Moony gets it.” he said, pointing towards the brown haired boy with a small grin. “Ask him.”

“Oh, we know Moony gets it.” James said humorlessly, snatching the book from Sirius’ hands “He’ll explain to us later, but I need to understand now.” He turned back on his seat, stealing glances from Remus’ papers as Remus moved slightly to the left, giving James a better view.

“Do you get it?” Sirius whispered in Peter’s direction, the boy calmly taking notes as he nodded.

“I think so.” he answered “Just found the part in the text that he’s talking about. But the professor already asked James, he didn’t know the answer and he’s about to get detention that would get him out of the next Quidditch practices. He 's desperate.”

“Figures.” Sirius laughed under his breath, shaking his head as he started taking notes about what he thought was important or worth remembering “Maybe whisper the answer to him next time.”

“I’m barely understanding myself.” Peter murmured, turning to Sirius “I thought you would know, we lost you to that book for a minute there.” He said, pointing to the same page Peter had opened in his book, but Sirius just shook his head “Just as lost as you.” he mumbled, but the hint in his voice was clear that he didn’t mean the class.

*******

You stood next to your professor’s desk, your friend just behind you as you asked the few questions you still had about your class that just ended. That was when the loud voices reached your ears and you smiled internally, James was close.

“...and that would be the more complicated uses of the charm.” the raspy sound of your professor’s voice ceased and you had to stop yourself from running out of the classroom right there and then. He is always with him.

“Thank you, professor. I understand better now.” you smiled at him, taking your friend’s wrist as you slowly started to walk “We’ll see you next class.!” you said, your face a blur as you ran outside dragging your friend with you.

“What 's the rush?!” she yelled over the fuzz of the students changing classes and the wind flowing in your ears. Her hand shot up in the air, holding down the hat on her head as you sped through the halls following the trail only they could leave.

“They were here.” you informed her, avoiding all the people in your way.

“Godric, you’re out of your mind.” she laughed, but followed you anyway.

Just as the hallways started to get clearer you got the advantage of finding the four heads you were looking for, just standing in the middle of the entrance to the castle like they owned the place. Somehow, you knew they did and no one had the courage to admit it. They knew it too well and had no need to put it into words. Yes, they got detention and caused more trouble than the entire school together, but most of Hogwarts loved them and they got away with more than they should be able to, even professors had a soft spot for them. They had a nameless power over Hogwarts and they knew it. But you had power over one of them.

“James Potter!” you yelled, marching towards them as you still held onto your friend's hand.

His head snapped up to you, the momentarily fear that he showed on his face quickly turning into a grin as he ran towards you with open arms. You squealed, leaving your friend's side to run to him, bodies crashing as he hugged you tightly.

“Hello, little one.” he said excitedly, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he ruffled your hair, the groan leaving your mouth only making his grin grow.

“I'm almost as tall as you.” you complained, standing on your tiptoes to see him eye to eye for one second “See?” you said, the effort making you drop to your actual height, the low giggles coming from your friend making you get away from James. “And only a year younger.” you said matter of factly, taking his hand and guiding his arm away from you, just it time to see his friends catching up with him. “Hello boys.” you greeted them with a smile. They all thought you had a light to you that they loved, your first days at Hogwarts had been spent with them and they immediately made you feel like a part of their group. The feeling had stuck until the present day, even if you had your own friends and didn’t spend much time with them as you once did, they had grown to look out for you in their own ways. They all saw you like a little sister and you saw them all like family, but the ache in your heart screamed to this day for something more from a certain someone, your eyes lingering a second longer on him before you turned back to James.

“What did you do now?” you said accusatively, crossing your arms over your chest. You had seen the terror slide from his face the moment he saw it was you calling his full name, he had done something and you knew it.

“Nothing.” he answered defensively, his face tensing as he turned away from you. “We actually have to get to class so I’ll see you later , you goblin.” he stretched his arm, ruffling your hair again before he took off running. “Bye Willow!” he yelled, waving his hand in the air as your friend did the same.

Remus, Peter and Sirius said their goodbyes quickly, following James closely as you and Willow stood there watching them go, only you noticing the slow steps that Sirius was taking, his head turned towards you as he waved his hand. Your giggle echoed the stone walls as he winked in your direction, a smile forming in your face as he finally disappeared from your sight.

“Merlin, that lasted forever.” Willow breathed out.

“What lasted forever?” you asked her, starting to walk beside her.

“Please, I had to fight the urge to cover my eyes.” she said, laughing in the end. A silence followed her words and she turned to see your confused face as you walked “You and Sirius?” she explained in a whisper, as if the words were forbidden to anyone to say out loud.

You continue walking, your confusion only growing as you stared at her “Wh-What about me and him?” you asked with a string of voice, the sound making Willow relax as she flashed you with a smile.

“Are you that oblivious or you're just in denial?” she asked incredulously “He obviously has a thing for you.” You shushed her quickly, covering her mouth with your hand when her voice raised, the sudden motion capturing the attention of a couple of older students. You smiled tightly in their direction, letting go of your hold on Willow as she stuck her tongue out in your direction, the other students gave you an awkward look but carried on their way without a second look in your direction.

“No need to announce it to the entirety of Hogwarts.” you muttered under your breath, a knowing smile on your friends lips as she nodded successfully.

“So you agree he has a thing for you?” with a huff you nodded, rolling your eyes at the squeal she let out. Her hand took hold of your shoulder and she shook you gently “And do you?” she asked “Do you feel something for him?”

Suddenly, your eyes found every single detail of the castle interesting, your eyes landing on every wall with the most intense curiosity as to avoid Willow’s eyes, but there was no escaping her glare “Oh, c´mon!” you hissed, covering your face and dragging your hands down your face “Have you seen him? Of course I have a thing for him.”

Willow laughed but kept her now warm gaze calm on you “But do you have feelings for him?” she asked.

You snapped out of the embarrassed state you were in, turning to her with a frown “I don’t know.” you admitted.

Truly, you didn’t know.

*******

The weekend arrived at Hogwarts, the sunlight shining softly through the windows and over the faces of those closest to them as the birds sang just outside to greet the early risers.

You groaned as soon as the sun caressed the side of your face. “Five more minutes.” you mumbled, covering your face with your pillow, turning to the opposite side with your back to the window.

The quiet room soon was filled with soft snores that you tried to ignore, the noise only growing louder as you pressed the pillow harder against your face. Your eyes snapped open and you rose, supporting your weight on your forearms as you glared to the bed right to yours. One minute passed, then two and then three and you thought you held back enough. Your hand reached for your pillow, throwing it with all your force towards Willow’s face.

Her sudden scream was muffled by the tangled covers that got all over her face as she fell from her bed. The entire mess of limbs and sputter of words lasted for only a second before she emerged from her covers, her eyes instantly landing on you “What was that for?!” she demanded, taking the pillow from beside her and throwing it back.

Ducking her throw, you narrowed your eyes “You’re loud,” you said, getting out of bed “and I’m hungry.”

*******

“I looooove pancakes.” Willow murmured as she took a seat, getting her plate and starting to serve the food without another thought.

A breathy laugh left your lips, taking your spot right in between James and Willow “What Willow means is good morning.” you said with a smile. It had become a habit to have breakfast with James on the weekends when your house didn’t matter and everyone could enjoy their meals without colors keeping them from other students.

“And she lives.” James laughed at the sight of you “You’re an early bird now?”

You glared at him, glancing at Willow once before you huffed heavily “You can blame the bear having breakfast over there.” you said, pointing at her.

She limited to wave a dismissive hand in your direction, her focus on the food in front of her more than in any other thing.

Everyone laughed at your friend’s behaviour, the sleep still in her eyes as she ate. She was oblivious to all the eyes in her.

“Can someone get me the syrup, please?” you asked, reaching your hand in the air. A familiar warmth in your fingertips made you raise your head, your hand lingering there for a moment before you smiled “Thank you.” you told Sirius, a glint in your eyes as you stared at him. His own smile didn’t go unnoticed by you and that sense of calm filled you once more. How could someone so chaotic be such a calming presence to you?

Breakfast became your favorite moment of the week. It was the moment of the week where you had an excuse to be near Sirius, where you could sit next to him and no one would question it. Breakfast became more than just being able to sit close to him or accidentally brushing your hands together. Saturday mornings became your mornings, just you and Sirius. As if the world knew it was the only time and place you could share knowing glances, where smiles looked brighter and the feeling of butterflies wilder. Sirius could swear that holding your hand underneath the table was the best feeling, one where he could swear your skin felt softer and your palm warmer. No one could say a thing, because it was just you and him. Y/N and Sirius.

In those short minutes or rapid hours no words were needed.

But Sirius loved taking risks.

You look lovely, by the way he would whisper in your ear, away from the noise and praying eyes of the rest of your friends.

Soon, the time you two had on the weekend over breakfast wasn’t enough. You started meeting late in the evenings when most of the students prefer to stay inside the castle to avoid the chill air. You two had no problem with it, you had come to enjoy it.

“Tell me more about it.” he asked you gently, his back resting against a tall tree. He held your hand in his, both intertwined and resting against your chest. “I’ve never heard of it before.”

You looked up at him, your head resting on his lap as you thought about it “Well, some muggles believe in witchcraft but not like we know it. You see, we have magic and come here to study it but only a few of us. They believe everyone can perform a spell with the right motivation, they use all kinds of herbs and crystals that we don’t.” you said, your free hand moving with your words as if it was a melody and you were directing “Some of them work with their ancestors and work hard to heal. It’s a completely different kind of witchcraft. They do spells, charms and rituals but not like we do, they even do it dancing. Can you imagine?” you asked, lifting from your position to look at him.

If it weren’t because you waited for his answer he could’ve stayed there watching you. For a moment he swore you were gleaming and he never wanted to let the image go from his mind. He saw you in a different light for the first time, one he hadn’t been able to see you from before. “Dancing?” he asked.

You nodded eagerly, standing and pulling him with you. You let go of his hand and started to move, spinning in your spot with your robes flowing around your bare feet. You took little jumps and started to move your hands with the flow of your hair just above your head.

He really couldn't resist.

You had closed your eyes at some point, giving him the chance to run up to you, the squeal that left your lips didn’t cover his laugh, his arm secured around your waist as he spun you in the air. You were both laughing, the sun setting behind your backs as he finally set you down and then he realized, he felt like all this was coming out of his dreams.

His arms stayed around your waist, swaying gently to the sound of your humming, his head resting comfortably on top of your head. “Are you happy?” he asked you.

You expected for your heartbeat to go crazy, for the palms of your hands to start sweating but all you felt was an overwhelming calm taking over you. You sigh, resting your back against his chest as he held you “I am.” you told him “I feel happy with you.”

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Hogwarts idea

Can you make a fic about how Tom sneakes out at night to spend the nights in the readers room (common room/bedroom) he’s a gryffindor and she’s a ravenclaw

Maybe they have a deal with the house teacher of one of the houses. Maybe he tries to hide in her bed as so not to wake the others. Maybe they fall asleep in the common room and have a minor panic when they wake up and it’s morning. Maybe they accidentally switch clothes or one of them steal the others clothes so they walk around with the wrong colors.

love love love love this!!! and I'm sorry it took me so long, I've been in a bit of a writing slump, but this is the best request to get me out of it! thank you <3 and hope you like it. (this got a bit out of hand and I might have changed the ending a lil bit but I hope its good heh)

(gender neutral!reader, I think? at least that's what I went for but if I accidentally missed something just let me know and I'll edit, I'm dumb)

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Being in your seventh year at Hogwarts, with exams just around the corner, was taking up almost every waking minute of your days. Adding the fact that you had your Head Student duties, and Tom had his Quidditch house team to take care of, meaning that you barely ever had time for each other. The only solution, in your young and smitten minds, was that some rules needed to be broken- just a little bit.

It took Tom some time to convince you since you were supposed to be setting the right example for the younger students, but eventually, one gloomy Friday morning, he finally got to you.

"C'mon, love, it will be fun," he had his arm draped around you as you tried to enjoy your breakfast, the looks of your fellow housemates never going unnoticed. There had never been a rule against students eating meals at different tables, and yet, seeing the captain of the Gryffindor team spending all his mornings and evenings at the Ravenclaw table was a strange sight. He preferred your table, he had said one day when you asked, it was quieter. That you could not disagree with. The Gryffindors were always rowdy.

"I don't know Tommy, what if we get in trouble?" you bit the inside of your cheek, as you always did when you got nervous. Tom responded by pulling you in tighter and kissing your cheek, then said:

"That's half the fun of it, darling." His words rushed an array of feelings through you. A part of you started to feel flustered, while the other wanted to shove his face in the large bowl of porridge that stood on the table.

"Please," he looked at you with his usual sad puppy-eyed look. "I feel like never get to see you, y/n. So I'll come over tonight, you can let me into the Rave tower, we'll hang out a bit and then I'll leave- like nothing ever happened. What do you think?"

"I don't know, Tommy-" You tried to keep a straight face, but it was hard to say no to a gorgeous face like his. after a few short moments of silence, you finally agreed, "fine. Be there at 10. Do not be late, Holland."

"I wouldn't dare to waste a second away from you." He kissed you, grabbed a slice of toast (from your plate, of course), and got up.

"Wait, where are you going?" You asked, confused, since breakfast wouldn't end for another 20 minutes.

"I'm kind of late for early detention with McGonagall," he chuckled before running off, toast between his teeth. You just rolled your eyes and finished your meal in peace.

You never really thought that your classes were boring, but that day, every minute seemed to go by at a quarter of its speed. It was as if someone had put a time-stopping hex on you if that even was a thing. You couldn't wait to finish your studies in the library (the scheduled hours at the library was necessary since there was still so much to get through before the NEWTs), so you could make your way back to the Great Hall for dinner. Once there, you immediately were on the lookout for the head of dark brown curls. You stood in the doorway, letting people pass you, but no luck; Tom was nowhere to be seen.

Internally, you already started cursing. It would be just your luck that he'd get attention again for the rest of the night. Why did you have to fall for the troublemaker-

"Aaah!" you shrieked as suddenly your feet were lifted from the ground. Arms wrapped around your middle, and you were spinning around. You wanted to scream more, but you heard the familiar laugh, and it immediately put you at ease.

"Put me down," you laughed. Tom complied without pretence. But his hands remained at your sides as you turned to face him. And then, eagerly, his lips met yours in a chaste kiss.

It was, of course, silly to think that you could have this moment just for yourself, in a hall filled with hundreds of students. Only a few seconds into your kiss, you could hear wolf-whistles around you. Someone, who sounded very much like Tom's friend and team co-captain Harrison, called out from afar: "Get it, Holland!" Tom was quick to put up two fingers in his direction, not paying attention to anyone. But the mood was ruined, and you pulled apart.

"Missed you today," he said softly.

"Missed you, too." You replied. His fingers slipped between yours, and like that, hand in hand, you were already making your way to the Ravenclaw table, but, unfortunately, Tom was stopped when someone tugged at the back of his robes.

"Oi, you dickhead-" but he laughed it off when he saw it was Ben, another friend and member of the Gryffindor team.

"Sorry 'bout that," Ben apologised, "but we're supposed to be holding a team meeting, remember?" He pointed over at the Gryffindor table, and, indeed, the rest of the team was huddled together at the edge of the table. Harrison had gotten up when he saw you and Tom looking, returning the gesture of the two fingers held up in the V-shape.

"Shit, I forgot." Tom brushed his fingers through his hair. He looked at you, eyes already full of regret, and you could tell he was ready to apologise, but you stopped him before he even opened his mouth.

"Don't worry, we'll talk later, yeah." You kissed him on the cheek, "remember, 10."

And miraculously, Tom did remember. As the clock in the Ravenclaw common room struck 10, you heard the faint knock at the other side of the entrance. Of course, Tom knew where and how to access the Ravenclaw tower, but the riddles that the eagle doorknocker asked were at times a bit too hard, bless him.

You pushed the door open, and there he stood. His robes were exchanged for sweatpants and a hoodie. A blue one, you noticed, not that that would help him fit in with the crowd in the common room. Tom had been team captain for the past three years, and his team had not failed to win the cup once since he had even joined the team, to begin with. Everyone in school knew him and adored him. Not even the rest of your house managed to be mad at him (though the Ravenclaw team definitely held a bit of a grudge after a few bad losses over the years).

He stepped inside, and you quickly lead him around the common room up the stairs of the dormitories.

You had heard that years ago, the stairs had a spell on them that stopped the male students from even attempting to step up to the other dormitories. Now, however, this "rule" has been dropped, ever since several students expressed their concerns for the double standards between the male and female student body, as well as the discomfort it might set up for the queer students.

Personally, you thought it would be even better if every student could have their own room, since sharing a space with four other people could get a bit crowded at times and you liked your privacy, but it was understandable that in an ancient building like Hogwarts renovations were not always an option.

Luck struck once more when you opened the door to your dormitory, and it was empty. All of your friends were still out, most likely staring at their books, in the hopes of getting struck with a moment of brilliance that could help them pass their exams. You closed the door, and Tom made himself comfortable in your bed.

It felt like the entire day had already been wasted, not to mention dinner, so you hurried down to your bed, pulling down the curtains of the four-poster, just to get that little bit of privacy you longed for at the end long day. But, of course, it was nothing unusual or suspicious since you often closed your curtains when you were too tired to chat with your roommates.

It was dark with the curtains closed, but Tom was quick to pull out his wand and murmured "lumos" the tip immediately illuminated in soft blue light. The glow was just enough for you to see his face, the goofy grin taking over his features.

"What are you laughing at?" you asked, whispering in case someone would walk in.

"Nothing," he shrugged, "just happy to be here with you."

"You're daft," you laughed.

"Yeah, about you," and with that, he kissed you. The light at the end of his want went out as he dropped between you. His lips were soft and sweet, the pudding that had been served with dinner still lingering on him. He must have stolen a few cookies from the table when it had finished, you thought, to eat later. He often did that.

You stayed like that, cuddling, stealing kisses from one another, for hours, probably. You were never quite sure because eventually, you both drifted off into a slumber. You could have probably slept like that, wrapped in his arms, forever, if it wasn't the bright light peeking through your curtains that was hitting you right in the face. And the whispers. You could hear people talking.

"I swear, they're just the cutest." It was your friend talking.

"But do they really need to do it here?" A second voice said, also familiar to you. "I mean, how many rules do you think they're breaking?"

"Oh shut!" you heard pillows being thrown. Or at least assumed that was what was happening around you. You couldn't be bothered to open your eyes, instead deciding to focus on Tom and his calm breathing. Your head was close to his chest, so you felt it rise with each inhale he took, and you could hear his heartbeat.

It was Saturday, meaning no classes. You had studied every day for the past few weeks, definitely deserving a little break for the day. If you remembered correctly, Tom wouldn't have training until the late afternoon and you could always skip breakfast. If you got hungry before tea, you could always sneak into the kitchens. After all, the two of you had already broken so many rules, what would be the harm in one more.

Ignoring the further whispers of your friends, you snuggled closer to Tom, feeling his arm wrapping tighter around you. Both of you shuffled around a bit, trying to find back the comfort from the night, and quickly you fell back to sleep.

The End