#and when i’m in crisis he makes sure i know i’m not going to scare him off by struggling

[reflectionsofgalaxies]

wow so like. friends and food really can kinda fix everything huh?

[sightseertrespasser]

Odds of Survival part 9

Jazz has an itty bitty teeny weeny severe mental breakdown.

Credit once more to @keferon for starting this au.

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Jazz never thought he’d find himself deeply empathizing with the xenomorph from Alien, but here he was.

Doing freak shit.

A lone lifeform trapped on a spaceship with no idea how their technology works, no means of escape and no way to sustain themselves. Skittering across the ceiling and one wrong move away from murdering someone on contact.

Plus, I pop out of my mecha like an actual motherfucking chest burster. So I’m sure that’ll go over GREAT.

The parallels were compounding into existential crisis territory.

It got way too fucking close handling that checkup with the medic. Trying to keep his cool felt like he was trapped in an hours long quick time event. Every question had to be snap judged for the safest possible answer. Completely make shit up and risk getting caught in the act, don’t give away any information and they’ll know you’re hiding something.

Jazz juggled that damn Catch 22 like a professional. Thank you.

Case in point, while one of his mechas arms was still non functional, Jazz managed to maneuver his actual arm inside the cabin to grope around for some water to chug. Without disconnecting from the mecha.

That particular stunt felt like splitting his brain in half with a splintery wedge. The water was absolutely necessary, but the pressure inside his skull rang like an air horn zip-tied open.

Right now the only coherent thought he could form was the overwhelming animal desire to find a dark hidden hole and crawl up inside it. Then repeat that motion by disconnecting from his mecha, finding the most secure hiding spot inside that, and passing out for oh just a quick little 24 to 36 hours.

The pilot paused. Down the hall, mechas- giant alien robots- had noticed his disappearance. Even through the language barrier, Jazz would recognize the opening lyrics to his personal theme song anywhere: “Oh fuck where’d he go?”

Hidden behind rows of pipes, Jazz counted his inhalations until the thuds of metal feet passed him by.

Was the alien invader from The Thing scared? If it had finished building its spaceship would the Thing really have tried to take over the world? Or was it just desperate to go home?

Jazz was panting. Or maybe hyperventilating. He made a conscious effort to pull air through his grit teeth at an even flow. Even though he couldn’t actively feel his human body, the dull droning dread pressed through the disconnect to whisper “You’re running out of time.”

He didn’t know how long he had left before his stupid flesh sack would start giving out, but he needed to be somewhere safe when it happened. He’d make it. He’d make it because he had to to make it. He was the best goddamn pilot in the entire program and that was for one reason and one reason alone: Failure Was Not A Motherfucking Option.

If his options were do it the hard way or not at all, then the hard way was what the world got.

Once the guards passed, Jazz slunk along the wall, reaching upside down to fry another security pad, only for the door to open automatically.

Risking it, Jazz peaked into the room and not seeing or hearing anyone, slipped inside.

Once the door slid shut behind him, Jazz lowered himself to the ground one handed, scanning the room more thoroughly.

More screens, inactive. A chair and a couch. Miscellaneous wall kibbling, a table, cabinets. Windows.

Jazz gasped.

Glowing clouds of light, layered like sheets stretching into infinity. Star clusters like paint splatters on black velvet.

White and amber. A haze of something pink.

Unconsciously, Jazz moved towards the window, until he could lightly tap his visor against the glass. His field of view consumed by galaxies.

Back when they first launched him into space, Jazz had come to terms with the let down that all he’d get to see was a black slate and maybe a couple dots. The space station didn’t have many windows to start with, and all his space walks took place when the sun was “out”, so Jazz never really got to see as much of the Milky Way as his inner child hoped.

Now, the child was quiet. Face pressed against the glass, Jazz felt his throat closing up.

At least I got this. Even if I’ve got a half life, I got to see the stars the way they were meant to be.

He hovered. Wanting to find a song to match this moment, but couldn’t find anything more fitting than his own breathing. The rush of blood in his ears was still loud, but a white noise that could substitute for silence.

Like a marble rolling off a table, Jazz felt his stomach drop a moment before his conscious mind could follow.

“It’s wonderful isn’t it?”

Jazz had his arm cocked back to turn the poor fuckers face into a plate but locked himself mid swing at the last second. The mech had lifted a tablet to protect himself, and the move was such a Bullied Nerd cliche it stopped Jazz cold.

Now that his heart rate was breaking highway speed limits again, the angry radio static that was his racing thoughts drowned out any coherent thoughts of what to say.

The mech peeked out from behind the tablet and wow. That’s a guy. That’s just a straight up dude. Prowl and Elita were bulky enough that Jazz could at least imagine where a pilot could sit. But this guy? He looked like the only thing he could throw out was his back. Jazz didn’t even know “elderly twink” was a look possible for a giant robot.

Mystery Codger was staring at him. Jazz still had a fist raised.

Do something say something do something say something you fucked up you fucked up either kill him or start lying just do anything brain please.

“Could you help me find my glasses?”

Jazz faltered. “Wu- What?”

The mech uncurled from his brief defensive huddle. “My glasses? Spectacles? Ah, object-sight-improve-positive?”

The pistons in his arm faintly hissed as the tension released.

Maybe-

As if this was all normal, the mech gently set the tablet on the table, before squatting and squinting at the floor.

Maybe I just have actual brain damage.

Acting on mental autopilot, Jazz took the opening to behave like a normal person. Crouching and scanning the floor for giant alien robot spectacles.

“My name is Rung by the way. I actually don’t think we’ve met previously.” Rung said that last bit with an odd inflection Jazz didn’t have the brain power to think about.

“Jazz. We definitely haven’t met.” He couldn’t quite keep the exhaustion from making that last bit come out snippy.

Rung simply hummed and continued his search. For his part, Jazz was taking the moment to center himself, preparing the best mask he could on short notice.

How long could he keep faking it? Prowl had been with him since he woke up and he didn’t show any signs of needing to sleep. They had doctors. Prowl cared enough about his “health” to take him to one. If Jazz collapsed in front of anyone, they’d drag his sorry ass back to the medbay and it’d be game over. He couldn’t just ask for a place to crash or else he ran the risk of tipping them off he wasn’t one of them if they really didn’t sleep.

A faint tapping sound made him twitch in his stupor.

“Now where could the blasted thing have gone.” Rung was sat crossed legged on the ground.

With Jazz. Who’d vaguely crumbled into a kneeling ball under a table.

Jazz stared at Rung tapping his glasses against his chin. The orange mech made eye contact, and Jazz swore to god he caught him smile.

He reached out a hand, pointing, “Found ‘em.”

The smile came to fruition. Rung aha-ed and held his glasses before himself, inspecting them fondly.

“All that trouble for such a small problem. And all I needed was to ask for help.”

Jazz let himself sag slightly against the wall. Dully thudding the back of his head. “Okay. I’ll cop that was a good trick.”

“It did pull you out of your spiral didn’t it?” Rung said sounding way too smug. He pulled a cloth out from where-ever-the-fuck and cleaned his glasses with it.

He’d been seeing these mechs pull out and disappear objects all day like a bunch of Looney Toons characters. That kind of lapse in logic didn’t bode well for Jazz’s mental condition.

He let his eyes close, rationing his remaining focus.

“How’d you know that’d work?” He mumbled.

“You seemed afraid. You stalled out when you saw I was afraid.” Rung simply stated before he then asked rhetorically, “You’re a protector aren’t you?”

Jazz made a noncommittal sound. Lying was his first impulse, but he really didn’t feel like giving this guy more material to hook him with.

The mech laughed once anyways, “You are. Unorthodox too. I can see why you have such a hold over Prowl.”

That got his attention, “I do?”

“Oh yes.” He heard Rung shift into a more comfortable position on the floor. “Even if he can’t recognize the feeling anymore, I think you give him hope.”

Jazz wanted to laugh and he would if he had the energy.

Instead Jazz sighed. “I’m kinda at rock bottom right now man. And currently? Lil bit fresh outta hope myself.”

And ideas.

Jazz was of the opinion that any problem was solvable if you were willing to get crazy enough, but this was like trying to solve treading water a million miles from shore with only sharks for company. He either drown slowly or get torn apart the moment the sharks realized he was there.

“Hopeless mechs don’t stop to stare at the stars in wonder, Jazz.” When he opened his eyes, Jazz saw Rung staring him down like he was insulted. “To be hopeless is to let yourself die. Do you intend to die today?”

“No.” He challenged back, body minutely tensing.

“Are you willing to do absolutely anything to keep living?” Rung poked him in the chest.

“Yes.” He responded just as quickly, but there was a rasp to his voice. Something small and quiet. Not easily caught. Not easily killed.

“Even ask for help?” Rung quirked his head at him, shit eating grin growing by the second.

Jazz deflated, groaning loud enough for his mecha’s speakers to vibrate his bones.

“Look, I appreciate the therapy session doc, but asking for help is legitimately not an option for me right now.”

Rung leaned forward, resting his chin on a servo, “Alright then. List your current alternative options that you alone can accomplish, devoid of any assistance whatsoever.”

Jazz didn’t respond.

The silence continued to linger.

“Go on.” Rung gestured.

Cornered, Jazz could feel his horns pin back and a burning sensation in his eyes. He rubbed a hand over his visor even though it didn’t actually help.

“Where’s Prowl?”

Rung chuckled, victorious. The scrawny orange mech scooted out from under the table and stood, offering a servo to Jazz to do the same.

The brief rest left Jazz jelly limbed, which was evidently bad enough to translate to a faint tremble in his mecha. Despite that, Jazz didn’t take Rungs hand because there’s no way in hell that guy could support him if he fell. Elita’s threat over harming her crew was still fresh and shiny in his mind.

“You’ll find his office down that way.” Rung pointed out the direction. “Down the hall, turn left at the first junction, pass by two more doors, turn right at that junction and then keep walking until you reach the end of the hall. His office isn’t labeled but I don’t think that’ll be an issue.”

Rung opened the door and then took a seat in the chair next to the couch. “I’d offer to have Prowl come to meet you here, but I have another appointment coming up shortly.”

Oh uh. He actually is a therapist.

Jazz laughed humorlessly, “Why not invite them to join the party? Make it a group session.”

Avoiding eye contact, Rung fiddled with a stylus, “Ah, that would not do I’m afraid. My next patient recently figured out how to “bite” people by quickly jabbing his helm forward and I’d rather that not be your first encounter with him.”

“Ah. Gotcha.” Jazz simply nodded numbly.

He paused at the doorway, running the directions through his head again, before turning back slightly. “Hey Rung? Thanks.”

“It’s Rung, and you’re… welcome?” The mech trailed off, looking at Jazz with surprise as the door slid shut behind him.

Walking away, Jazz got about thirty feet before realizing he couldn’t turn his head too quickly or else he’d start seeing double. Feeling the countdown drop into double digits, Jazz hurried along Rungs path.

And nearly crashed into another mech.

It had a head like an old school security camera, a single yellow camera lense cycling down to a pinprick at his appearance. The chassis was crazy long and pointed. Out of habit, Jazz tried mapping out what the interior would look like. The pilot seat would need to be horizontal but it was pretty doable. The limbs were definitely on the skinny side but sharp and fast looking. Bonus points for what was definitely front mounted guns.

All in all, solid design. 7/10.

“Hey.” The mech rasped.

Oh fuck right, Alien.

“Sup.” Jazz replied eloquently.

The camera lense eye loosed, upgrading to a coin sized pupil and clearly looking him over.

“Empurata?” The mech said casually pointing to his legs and visor.

“Uh, sure.” Jazz shrugged.

“Same.” Nodded camera-head.

“Cool.”

The two of them awkwardly stood in the hall. Camera-head seemed content to block traffic and Jazz was mentally banging rocks together in hopes of getting a spark of intelligent thought.

“Can I peel off your visor with a knife?”

The mech held a dagger pinched between its crab claws and Jazz had to bite his tongue not to ask why it didn’t just use those.

Instead, the brain rocks came through.

“Rung lost his glasses.” Jazz threw up a thumb, gesturing over his shoulder. “Needs help. Now.”

Good job brain rocks.

“What? He does?” The mechs head popped up like some kind of fucked up goose, before shoving past Jazz, knocking him into the wall.

“HOLD ON DOC I’M COMING!”

The mech folded inside out into a mother fucking helicopter?! Charging down the hall in a whirlwind so strong Jazz could feel it through his mecha.

Jazz counted to five, and crawled back up into the safety of the ceiling pipes.

He blinks, and he’s staring down another hall. Left turn, two doors, right turn. . . Wait. Was that a right or left he just did? He’s upside down so everything should be reversed right?

He doesn’t remember blinking but the hall is at a different angle. New hall? Or did he just turn his head?

Jazz wants to press the heels of his palms into his eyes until everything holds still but he can’t. So he keeps moving. Keeps hiding.

And then he sees the most beautiful goddamn mech in the universe marching down the hall. Followed by half a dozen substantially less impressive mechs with guns drawn.

Stilling, Jazz remained hidden behind the pipes. Evidently alien robots had the same peripheral blindness to ceilings that human security guards did, as none of them noticed him.

Except for Prowl.

Through the gaps, Jazz watched as Prowl gave rapid fire orders to the armed soldiers behind him. Six mechs. Six guns. Three too many for Jazz to take in his current state. Prowl went silent and his wings twitched. Shivering, Jazz got the deeply uncanny sense he was being intimately observed.

The lights were ringing in a tinnitus B flat. He had the audio feed from his mecha dialed way too high but he couldn’t afford to miss any detail of what would happen next.

Whatever Prowl was said next, it must have been in his native language. Which Jazz found deeply unfair after all the work he’d put into learning Common.

The black and white mech turned to his cohort, waving them down the hall ahead of them. Prowl did not follow, wings still minutely shifting position. Once they were out of sight, Prowl turned on his heel back the way he came. Flicking a single piercing look to Jazz.

Silently. Shakily. Jazz skulked along the shadows after him.

He mental map was fucked. Every time he blinked, Jazz lost track of the most recent few seconds of his life. If Prowl wasn’t stopping every fifty feet to not-so-subtly check that Jazz was still following him, the human didn’t know where he’d end up.

Finally, Prowl reached a door at the end of a hall and entered without any delay. Jazz dropped, moving inside before the door could close again.

“Please don’t freak out.” Jazz cut him off before Prowl could set the tone of this conversation. The mech closed his mouth and after a moment’s consideration, assumed a tense but mostly neutral stance.

“I will not ‘freak out’.” Prowl looked like wanted to say more, but Jazz couldn’t afford that right now.

“Awesome! Because right now I’m freaking out and I won’t be able to keep it together if you start freaking out too.” He was pacing back and forth, not really seeing the mech beside him anymore.

“Jazz.” A servo caught his elbow, stopping him in place. “Where have you been?”

“Oh you know. Here. There. Ceiling mostly. Shockingly unrelated, but I think a talking helicopter wants to wear my face as a hat.” Jazz nodded way too enthusiastically in a manner he hoped translated into an appropriately manic “Please god help me.” grit toothed grin.

Prowl was momentarily speechless before physically shaking off the latest deluge of confusion, “That sounds like Whirl. You would not have encountered them had you stayed in the med bay like you were supposed to. Now I’m asking you again: What are you doing and why are you doing it?”

Audibly cracking, Jazz tried to answer honestly but found his voice locked up. He couldn’t, why couldn’t he..? Why was talking suddenly so fucking hard?

Meanwhile, Prowl just looked defeated. He rubbed that spot between his eyes, not yet letting him go.

“If you cannot provide a reasonable explanation for your sudden shift in behavior, I will have to assume the worst. You leave me no choice but to-“

“I’M REALLY SHORT.” Great. Fantastic. Incredible work brain. Take five.

Prowls optics flickered. Brow furrowing as he looked up at Jazz’s clearly taller mecha.

“That’s not- I mean-.” Jazz clasped his head in his hands, switching back to English. “{I- I- don’t know if this is even real.}”

Something was gripping his arms. Black and white appeared in his vision. “Jazz, please. I can’t help you if I don’t understand what’s happening.”

Common was easy to learn but right now it felt like Jazz was playing Scrabble with a bad hand.

“Prowl, where do you go when you- when you change-body-shape?” He had to stop to breath midway.

Please, please, please this is the last chance for anything to make sense.

But instead the mech slowly shook his head in disbelief, “Where do I..? Nowhere Jazz, it’s still me, I’m not ‘going’ anywhere. My alt form is not a different person.”

The mech gently pulled Jazz’s hands off his head from where he’d been stressing the damage from earlier. “I understand if you’ve never seen an alt mode before but your behavior, your questions, they’re not making any sense.”

Prowl stopped. Optics going wide as placed his servos on Jazz’s wrists. “Jazz are you Crashing?!”

“What? What is that what you call a mental breakdown? Cause yeah I’m having one of those.” He said a little too breathlessly.

“Sit-“ Prowl pulled him down to the floor. “Sit down. I’m calling for a medic.”

“No!” Desperately, Jazz grabbed onto Prowl who was helpless but to join him on the floor. The floodgates opened and Jazz couldn’t stop.

“No no no no, please god no. They’re gonna find out. I need to to tell you. I need to tell you myself. Just, please I’m begging you don’t do it. Give me a chance. Just give me a chance to explain, I don’t want to wake up on a table, please Prowler.”

For his part, Prowl was handling the situation as well as to be expected. He didn’t try to leave again but did get into a more comfortable kneeling position next to the panicking mecha.

“Alright. Alright, I won’t leave. Speak.”

Jazz tried tapping an alternating rhythm on the floor, giving himself literally anything else to focus on. He swallowed back bile and his thrashing fight or flight instincts.

“I’m not-“ Jazz grit his teeth. Telling the truth felt like trying to pop a dislocation back into place. Actually no. Jazz had done that before and it had felt infinitely less unnatural than what he was trying to do now.

Prowl was patient. Bless his heart, motor, whatever he’s got in there. Remaining silent beside him.

The pilot forced himself to take complete breaths, “l. Am not. The same. As you.” One, one two, one two, one two, Jazz counted in time.

“I noticed.” Prowl stated flatly, then softening his expression, “You hadn’t realized you were an alien until now, didn’t you?”

Jazz laughed a little too hysterically, “No, no I Fraggin’ did not. Please don’t freak out.”

“Jazz, you are hardly the first alien species I’ve ever encountered. At least you actually look like a person.”

The pilot got very, very quiet.

“Prowl, what do you think of organics.” Resolutely, Jazz stared down the floor panels, refusing to look anywhere else.

Momentarily, Prowl opened his mouth to speak and shut it again. He shifted to kneel in front of Jazz. Sharp optics darting across his frame. Lightly, Jazz could feel him trace something along his undamaged shoulder. He shivered against his will.

“Jazz.” Prowl got down to where he had to look at him. He spoke so, so softly, “Were you created by organics?”

Well, when a mommy human and a daddy human love each other very much…

“You could say that.” Jazz rasped instead.

He hadn’t even moved, but the energy in the air just went burning cold. Prowl went from soft to deathly serious so fast Jazz visibly flinched.

“Listen to me. You do not have to go back. You do not ever have to go back. I swear on everything I stand for I will not let another one of those things anywhere near you again.” Unintentionally, Prowl was crowding into his space.

Despite himself, Jazz just kept drawing himself in smaller and smaller as Prowl closed in.

“No no no no you don’t get it, that’s not what I meant. That’s not what I am!” He started quiet and steadily grew in volume.

Prowl wasn’t getting it. Instead, raising his voice to match, “No you are wrong! You have a choice now! You aren’t just your function and you aren’t just something they made to die!”

He grabbed Prowl by the shoulders, shaking him, “I DID CHOSE THIS. I KNOW I’M GONNA DIE, BUT THAT’S NOT WHAT I’M FUCKING TALKING ABOUT.”

“Then what ARE you talking about?!” He shouted back.

“I’M ONE OF THEM.” His microphone peaked, and his voice broke.

The quiet hurt. Anything that wasn’t numb hurt. He gulped down air and couldn’t keep more than one eyelid up at a time.

Prowl ground his jaw tightly, practically steaming from reeling back a sense of calm by force, “You are not shorter than me. You are not thinking straight. And You. Are not. An organic.”

Jazz only semi involuntarily rolled his eyes.

“Fuck it.”

He disconnected, and everything hit at once.

Vision went and came back out of focus and way too close. His ears were ringing too badly to hear the sound of his mecha’s chest plates opening, though he knew that they were.

Every fiber of muscle in his body was torn and screaming, he’d throw up later if he had the strength. Jazz did not so much stand as he did lift off the pilot seat and then buckle forward. The hard shell of his pilot suit saved his knee from getting gouged by the corner of the platform he was slipping off of.

That’s fine. He’d land on the steps.

Except, his mecha had been leaning forward hadn’t it?

Like a rag doll, over the edge he went. A huge and blurry and black shape rushing to meet him.

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Is Jazz capable of telling the truth when it’s to save his life? No.

Will he do it out of spite just to prove someone wrong? Yes.

Also, secret props to @somerandomcockroach for showing how fun Rung is to write.

Bonus bit, Prowl finally let his EM field loose far enough for Jazz to notice! It was bad.

-SSTP

[bullet-prooflove]

Lipstick: Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @dizzybee03 @cosmic-psychickitty @puredicks @queenslandlover-93

Prequel piece to:

Crisis

ASMR For The Soul

Something To Complain About (NSFW)

Noise Cancelling - Robby discovers his neighbour keeps a spreadsheet of your antics.

It’s the second date and you’re wearing lipstick.

It’s stunning shade of fire engine red that Robby hasn’t been able to take his eyes off all night, especially now back here in your apartment as he sits on your couch, his coffee cup left untouched on the side table.

“I think you’ve been working too hard.” You murmur as your hands come to rest on his knees, parting this thighs.  You kneel down in front of him and his cheeks colour at the implications. “And I think you need help relaxing.”

There’s been a tension in him all night, a remnant of the shift he was on before he took you out tonight. He finds it hard to relax when it’s been intense, everything feels too raw, too stark, his leg jangles, he finds himself checking his watch, a repeated anxious habit from The Pitt. That nervous energy is enough to scare anyone off.

Not you though.   

You have a lowkey understanding of it from your work as a lifeguard. You’ve lost count of the amount of kids you’ve pulled from the deep end of a city pool because their parents couldn’t get off their phones for a minute.

“Oh is that what you think?” He murmurs as his fingertips tuck an errant strand of hair back behind your ear. “You could be right.”

“I know I’m right.” You tell him as you unzip his trousers. His cock juts out through his underwear, the dark fabric already damp with pre-cum. “It’s the lipstick isn’t it? That’s what’s got you all hot and bothered.”

“It may do a little something for me.” He admits, biting his lower lip as you draw his underwear down past his hips. “I’m not used to-”

A loud moan escapes his mouth as your fingers wrap around the shaft, pumping slowly.

“You’re not used to women dressing up for you or getting on their knees and worshipping you?” You question.

“Fuck.” He hisses through his teeth as your tongue swipes over the tip. “No, I-”

“Oh Robby.” You tut as you lick up the shaft, your eyes locked on his. “Those women before me, they didn’t know how to treat you did they? Don’t worry baby, I’m going to make sure you get everything you deserve.”

You envelope him then and the noise that leaves his throat, it’s goddamn filthy. His gaze comes to rest on those lips, the red smearing across his dick and it ignites something in him, something desperate, something wild.

“Allegra.” He whispers, his hand comes to rest on the nape of your neck, keeping you close. He starts to thrust and he feels you smile around his cock, because Robby, he never takes what he needs. He just gives until there’s nothing left.

The sound of his hitched breathes echo through the living room, each one louder and more punctuated as he fucks your mouth, that ecstasy rising up in him like a wildfire building and building until it sears through his synapses, obliterating every single thought in his head.

He cries out your name as he climaxes, his release spilling down your throat in long hot spurts as his grip tightens, holding you in place. You drink him down like whiskey, your tongue tracing over him, licking him clean before you pull off with a lewd ‘pop’.

You’re a mess, lipstick smeared across your mouth, lips pert and glistening. He runs his thumb over them before pushing it inside and you bite down on the pad sending a jolt of electricity right down to his dick.

“You fucking beautiful.” He tells you, because there is something inside you that calls to him, it’s been there ever since he first laid eyes on you teaching that lifeguard class to Jake.

“Oh Robby.” You say, standing up and reaching behind you to unfasten the tie on the back of your dress. “You haven’t even seen me naked yet.”

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Dragon's Favourite Sacrifice – Trey Clover x reader

Trey finds himself volunteering to be the human sacrifice to you in place of his siblings. What he didn't expect was to become your housekeeper instead of being eaten.

Crossposted from my ao3!

The village doesn’t know how to react when Trey volunteers as a sacrifice. He’s fully prepared for the worst, thinking back on all the horror stories the elders tell about the dragon god—the terrifying, ancient being that can destroy their village with one swipe of a claw. At least, that’s what everyone says.

But it had to be done. The village is on the brink of disaster and their last hope was the dragon god that lived in the mountains. The villagers began to proclaim that this was happening because they forgot to send a sacrifice in recent years. And when the current sacrifice chosen turned out to be one of his younger siblings, Trey had no choice but to volunteer himself.

As he approaches the temple, though, Trey wonders why the place looks like it hasn't been touched in years. Not exactly what you’d expect from a wrathful deity.

Maybe they just don't care about keeping things tidy before eating their next victim?

The inside of the temple is surprisingly cozy, but he doesn't have time to think about it. You, the ancient dragon, make your entrance—or rather, you wander in, yawning, and blink at him like you've just woken up from a really long nap.

“Hey… uh, are you the dragon god?” Trey asks, clutching the bundle of supplies he'd brought along.

You stretch, wings fluttering lazily behind you, before giving him a confused look. "Who else would I be? The village’s lost pet?"

Trey blinks. This is not what he was expecting. He was ready for a quick, brutal end. Maybe some fire and brimstone. Not... this.

“Right.” He clears his throat. “I’m Trey, from the village. They sent me as the sacrifice.”

You squint at him like he's just told you the most ridiculous thing you've ever heard. "Sacrifice? They still do that? I haven’t asked for a sacrifice in… decades. I was actually happy to not have my nap interrupted by scared humans. I was going to help with the crisis anyway."

Now it’s Trey's turn to stare. “You… don’t want the sacrifice?”

"Nope." You shrug, completely nonchalant. "You can go back to the village if you want. Or, if you're looking for a change of scenery, the village on the other side of the mountain is kinda nice."

Trey lets out a small sigh, but it’s not exactly relief. “I… can’t. If I go back, they'll think the offering was rejected. My siblings could suffer for it."

You pause, then nod thoughtfully. "Ah, yeah, human politics." You click your tongue. "I hate when that happens. Well, just so you know, the past sacrifices? Yeah, they all ended up in the village on the other side of the mountain."

Trey’s jaw drops. "Wait… what?"

"Yeah." You nod sagely. "They all thought the same thing—'Oh no, the dragon’s gonna eat me'—but I just sent them over there.”

He blinks at you again, trying to absorb all of this information. "So… you don’t actually…?"

"Eat people?" you finish for him, giving him a strange look. "No. That’s gross. Why would I do that?"

Trey's lips twitch upward. A beat of silence passes before Trey clears his throat again. "Mind if I stay, then? I can cook, clean, and—"

You give him a sideways glance, and your eyes light up. "Wait. You cook?"

"Yeah," Trey says, still trying to grasp that he’s negotiating his survival with a dragon.

A slow grin spreads across your face. "Well then, you’re hired. Welcome to dragon duty."

Trey’s not sure whether to laugh or cry at how anticlimactic this has all turned out. He’d prepared himself for noble sacrifice, but instead, he’s somehow signed up for dragon housekeeping duty. With a deep breath, he puts on a smile. "So, uh, what do you want for dinner?"

From that moment on, life with you is… surprisingly comfortable. Trey, ever practical, makes himself useful.

He handles things with the same calm practicality he’d use back in the village, except now, there’s a giant, sometimes snarky dragon looming over him as he goes about his tasks.

He spends his days cooking, tending to the temple’s neglected gardens, and even baking pastries—though you still don’t believe him when he says there’s no oyster sauce in his sweets.

“You’re pulling my tail,” you mutter, eyeing the perfectly innocent-looking cake Trey’s set out in front of you. “I can taste something weird in it.”

Trey just smiles. “Oyster sauce. Definitely.”

You huff, giving up on trying to figure him out, and focus on enjoying your meals and new company instead.

One evening, after a particularly good dinner (with no discernible oyster flavor, much to your disappointment), you glance at Trey lounging by the fireplace. He's been here for a while now, and you find that you're quite enjoying his company. In fact, you're enjoying it a little too much.

"So, you’re not as terrifying as the stories make you out to be," Trey comments one day, setting down a plate of food.

You snort, flipping lazily on your side. "Thanks, I guess. Humans are always so dramatic."

"And the drought?" Trey asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Taken care of," you reply with a smug smile. "Already brought in the rains.”

He nods and settles down next to you, holding a book from the library that you never bothered to visit.

Well, it's now or never. “So,” you begin, almost casually, “I’ve decided.”

“Decided what?” Trey looks up from the book he’s reading.

“That you’ll be my mate.”

He nearly drops the book. “Your... what?”

“My mate.” You stretch your wings, trying to look as imposing as possible—though you’re pretty sure Trey isn’t intimidated by you anymore. “You’re the first human who actually stuck around. And you can cook. That’s mate material.”

Trey is, understandably, at a loss for words. “…You’re serious?”

“Completely.” You flash him that grin again, all teeth and playful confidence. “Unless you’ve got a better offer somewhere else?”

Trey pinches the bridge of his nose, but the smile tugging at his lips betrays him. “No, I think I’ll stick around.”

And just like that, Trey Clover—the supposed human sacrifice—finds himself the mate of a centuries-old dragon. Maybe this wasn’t the fate he expected, but all things considered… it could be worse.

At least the dragon likes his cooking.

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[letmeoutofthebasementt]

Hyunjin Jealousy

SKZ Jealousy series pt. 4: (when they're in a serious relationship do they get jealous at all? What makes them jealous if they get jealous? How do they act in a relationship? What's their response/behavior when jealous? How do they handle it?)

He’s jealous. EXTREMELY jealous. He is jealousy. Jealousy is him. Him and jealousy are like Bonnie and Clyde but more destructive and even CLOSER.

First off, this man is sensitive. He’s sensitive and he’s very emotionally mature since he’s been so in-tune with them all his life until he’s not. Until all of a sudden he’s having an existential crisis because his partner touched Chan’s arm so naturally the only sensible response is to end Chan’s entire bloodline. I’m exaggerating but you get the picture.

He gets very irrational when jealous. His jealousy stems from insecurity, pride, and being easily overwhelmed. He doesn’t like being jealous so he acts like he’s not. He puts up this facade of “Oh, you want my partner? Try and take them.” But inwardly he’s having an entire panic attack.

He’s also just very territorial and possessive on top of that which strokes the flames.

When he’s jealous he’s emotional. When he’s feeling territorial he gets jealous. When he’s feeling possessive he gets jealous. When he’s emotional he’s angry. When he gets angry he shows that D1 crashout I know for a fact is in there somewhere.

(Me and my bsf have decided Han is the Baby Kia to his Kendrick. If you get it you get it.)

He gets DEEPLY jealous. I’m talking this impacts his SOUL. When he gets jealous.

Oddly enough, when he gets jealous everything clears. He’s never patient. He’s not a patient person. But his jealousy is very patient. His territorial and possessiveness are all Aries. All mars. Fiery and loud and bright and quick to flare up but quick to go out.

But his jealousy? It’s an entirely different story. His jealousy is all Pisces and water and even has some Scorpio influences due to a few of his placements. His jealousy is quiet and all consuming.

He’s smart with his jealousy. Manipulative even.

Like oh, he sees his partner having a little too much fun with another guy. Laughing too much at their jokes and touching their arm a little too long during conversation.

So naturally, he comes up and doesn’t make it obvious he cares. If anything, it’s the opposite. He acts like everything’s fine and he’s confident and he doesn’t care. But he says little things.

Like “Oh, I didn’t know you were into charity now. Giving out free laughs for those who can’t work for them.” Or some BS like that in his S/O’s ear and they’re just like “😃😄😃”.

He’s very passive aggressive with the other person. He latches onto each insecurity he can sense and batters them in the nicest way possible.

Then he slowly gets worse and worse. Like; “You’re so brave for never succumbing to beauty standards. Like, you never got those braces you need so much. Or shaved your unibrow.”

He doesn’t act bothered. But he is bothered. Very bothered. He just smiles and laughs as if nothings wrong and he’s confident and normal and calm. But inside he’s a mess.

I think he’s particularly graceful when jealous. All ethereal and princely in a way that makes the other person feel like a worthless bum in comparison. And he knows it.

He tells himself that.

He tells himself he’s perfect and the best, and he’s obviously better than this person so really they’re not a threat. But he’s threatened. Because he’s insecure. Because he’s so scared of losing his partner to someone else. And that’s where all his jealousy stems back to.

His possessiveness and territorial ness are his nature. There’s no real root because they just are. His jealousy is a defense mechanism and a result of other things.

He gives them chances though. Opportunities to try to sway his partner. To prove he’s better even though he’s not sure himself and the entire time he’s on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Jealousy exhausts him. He doesn’t like it. But he’s helpless to stop it. Hell, it actively makes him feel helpless. Jealousy makes him sad, borderline depressed even. And after he’s in that situation he probably cries a lot.

A lot.

He hates being put in situations like those.

He also gets horny. This isn’t even just me saying stuff the cards and the stars have spoken he gets so fucking horny. Jealous sex is a thing. Honestly, with Hyunjin there’s sex for everything at this point the little shit but that’s not the point we’re not getting into that today.

He has a lot of self-pity during and after getting jealous. He’ll blame his partner regardless of if it’s their fault. And he will DURING the…Devil’s tango too. Is it still slut shaming if it comes out as sexy degradation? Yes. And he’s a D1 slut shamer when he’s jealous.

Definitely a conspiracy theorist when jealous.

And more sex with these cards. Trying to keep this PG-13 at least but Hyunjin’s a little special. Still love him though.

He also has a weird jealousy fantasy I’m not gonna think about the implications of let alone get into.

Definitely anxious attachment style.

The type to send a “Damn what position y’all in?” Text if you leave him on delivered for too long except he genuinely means it.

He thinks it’s intuition. It’s just anxiety.

Also sucks up to his S/O after getting jealous.

He gets jealous over everything. No one thing in particular, but just… Everything. He gets jealous quick and like I’ve said he gets aggressively jealous.

Jealousy definitely starts a lot of arguments. He says cruel things, gets cruel things said back.

Also did I mention he’s a D1 crashout? I know FOR A FACT if he catches his partner cheating or even getting like fondled he is CRASHING. OUT.

But that’s for another day

May the force be with you if you have the misfortune of being the cause of a crashout.

[b1mbodoll]

how can u say bull hoon like i’m in a crisis now. just thinking about beefy hoon being brought into a new farm and immediately becoming obsessed with the sweet little farmhand who’s in charge of collecting his seed. everyone’s always talking about how impeccable the quality of his seed is and how they’re gonna have to have him breed with the cow girls. but why would hoon go near those girls when he can just dump his load into his pretty little farmer and make her carry his calf :( just thinking about her all round and swollen with his baby has him pumping load after load into her

pairings: park sunghoon x f! reader

warnings: hybrids + courting + oral + scent kink + strength kink + begging + jealousy + pregnancy

💌: help u sent me !!!! into a crisis im going to think about this for literally forevwr like i cant rn omfgkfsoskkfjfkskdnf i need him ps it doesnt matter what u look like i promise bull! hoon is large and in fucking charge!!!!!!!!!

bull! hoon is no stranger to sex. sometimes farmers would slap a wad of cash on his handler’s desk n he’d be sent to the field where a scared little cow hybrid was waiting for him to take what he wants, but he never did. instead he’d stay away from the heifer n do his own thing until her owner would get angry n snatch their payment, cursing sunghoon as the pair leave because how dare the bull not seduce his hybrid!!!!!!

his handler gets fed up with the constant failed breeding attempts n sends him your way, tired of dealing with such a stubborn bull. when sunghoon lays his eyes on you it’s like his personality does a complete 180. he’s no longer cold and distant n is so careful with you because ur such a tiny little thing in comparison to the buff bull.

when you try introducing him to ur sweet cow hybrids sunghoon is so distraught because he’s been courting you for weeks n this is the final nail in the coffin, he can’t keep pretending like he doesn’t wanna pound you til you’re crying. completely unaware of the bull boy’s feelings you leave the pair alone, tending to your other hybrids in the meantime.

sunghoon’s snorting and stomping his feet because he’s so angry!!! he doesn’t want to fuck a cowgirl he wants you!!!! wants to stuff you full of cum n make you a slut for his dick til all you can think about is getting bred :( sends the cowgirl back to her pen n waits for you in the pasture

when you return to check on them you’re surprised to find the bull alone, slipping into the fenced in area with him before asking, “hi hoonie, what’s wrong? did something happen?” he nearly caves at the sound of your sweet voice laced with worry, but he maintains his composure. “what’s wrong?” he snorts angrily, “what’s wrong is i’ve been tryin’ to show you i’m worthy of being your mate but you won’t give me the time of day!” the shock is evident in your face and hoon cant believe you really didnt know his intentions. “wha? hoonie i can’t be your mate! you don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, y’just haven’t met the right cow!” you continue making excuses for him and he’s had enough, biceps flexing as he shoves you facefirst into the dirt.

the display of strength has your cunt dripping and you can only pray he doesn’t notice. but he’s a top hybrid, the best of the best and his sharp nose instantly picks up on your arousal. “stay down” he grunts, making sure you’re properly presenting for him before making his way behind you and tearing your shorts off with his large hands, leaving you clad only in your tiny tank top and cotton panties drenched in your juices.

your bull stuffs his face between your thighs n shoves his nose right up against your cunt, inhaling deeply and becoming obsessed with how good your pussy smells. “if y’can’t be my mate then why are you so wet, human?” you’re so embarrassed n your hole clenches around nothing at his words. “‘s normal sunghoon! what else do you expect after treating me like this?” he ignores you completely n rips your panties off, throwing them to the side before digging in, mouth slurping at your pussy like he’s fucking starving.

his tongue is so fucking long and he’s so skilled, it’s not long before you’re creaming. “you’re ready.” is all he says before lining his dick up with your sloppy cunt, filling you in one quick thrust. he moans so loud you’re sure the entire farm can hear him, feeling sorry for your hybrids because you can’t bring yourself to make him pull out. “you wanna cum again, sweetheart?” you nod your head like crazy, wanting nothing more than to milk his dick for all it’s worth. “then fucking beg.” sunghoon is a dirty pervert and you’re just as bad, begging instantly with no hesitation. “please hoonie! wanna be your breeding bitch, need your thick cum inside now! wanna cum with you n feel you impregnate me, please!” he’s in fucking heaven, cums so hard n so much it’s no wonder he’s a prized bull, fills you up so well it makes you black out.

after he makes you cum again sunghoon carries you inside, tucking you into your bed before taking his spot next to you. when you wake up the following morning your body is so sore and you still feel so full because sunghoon is insatiable and couldn’t resist fucking you til he passed out from exhaustion. as you make your way around the farm to check on your hybrids you can’t help but notice how they’re staring at you, jake, your sweet dog hybrid is even outright glaring at you because how could sunghoon get to you first? it’s only fair if he gets a turn because he was here before that damn bull!

[nikipuff]

Casper SFW Alphabet P. 5

Letters: U, V, W, X, Y, Z

Warnings: None!

a/n: well, this SFW alphabet for Casper is done :D I'll be posting a poll soon for what character I should do next, and then which alphabet it should be for them! (examples: angst, yandere, etc)

U / Ugly

What would be some bad habits of his?

Casper doesn’t know much about humans, at the very least, he knew what he needed to know about humans in order to take souls. It would take a while to teach him everything he needed to know to even function, much less interact with other people and, heck, get a job. Other than that, the man’s clingy. He’s scared to be without you, constantly making sure that you are alright.

V / Vanity 

How concerned is he with his looks?

Casper isn’t concerned with something like his looks when he has you to be worried about. If there was anything that caused him to be anxious, it’s how he doesn’t fit in. Normal human clothes feel strange, and he often desires to wear his usual reaper attire. The first time you explain that it would look strange to be out and about in that kind of outfit, Casper’s confused and slightly insecure about it. Since then, he’s made sure to wear whatever “human-like” clothes you buy for him.

W / Whole 

Would he feel incomplete without you?

Yes, a hundred times yes. Casper found you, the first person to understand him and treat him as a human, and because of that, he doesn’t think he’d be able to live without you. The man was attached, and there wasn’t a way to get rid of him yet.

X / Xtra 

A random headcanon for him

Alright!! So, as you can see, I headcanon A LOT that Casper doesn’t know much about human culture, leaving his partner (you <3) to have the responsibility of getting him up to date on all the things! Imagine if you came home from work one day just to be greeted by Casper at the door, completely serious when he asks you, “What’s slang.”, causing you to stay up late and teach Casper all about it, and he listens to every single word like his life depends on it.

Y / Yuck 

What are some things he wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?

Casper thinks he can take care of himself. And because of this, he hates being treated like a little kid. Cooking? He totally knows how too, as long as you ignore the fact that he nearly burnt the apartment down last time he tried making toast. Using social media? You got multiple concerned people in your DMs questioning if you were going through a midlife crisis with all of your “I’m going to steal your souls” posts that Casper was making on your account. All those baby girl posts? Yup, Casper sees them too. And as he’s confronting you about it, you can see the blush present on his face.

Z / Zzz 

What is a sleep habit of his?

(Firm believer of clingy Casper) Cuddles. Casper won’t let you get up for a second, not even to use the bathroom. And if you do manage to escape that creature snoring in your bed, you’ll look up to see a grown-ass man wearing an axolotl onesie staring at you and mumbling, “Why did you leave . . .? Mmm . . . “, before dragging you back to bed.

[ariseur]

sephiroth w/ a little sister!reader !? I don't see many headcanons / fic / anything of Sephiroth with this type of scenario although I consider it something cute & fun x'D, specifically Seph discovering that his little and beloved (?) sister has several guys with a love interest behind her. How would Seph be in the situation, would he be a protective older brother, would he be the type that scares them away with just a deadly look? My, many possibilities! (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠)

sephiroth’s little sister hcs 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

sephiroth (ffvii) x reader (platonic!!)

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THIS REQUEST WAS SOO CUTE I NEVER SEE LITTLE SISTER HCS LIKE THIS EITHERR. thank you for the request anon, hope i did it justice !! 💗

┊ ˚➶ warnings ｡˚ 🎼

intended lowercase, mentions of pre and post nibelheim, mentions of hojo (he’s a warning within itself), possessiveness but like not in a weird way.. seph’s just crazy, lmk if i missed anything!!

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❥ soooo.. starting off!!

❥ i think that sephiroth with a little sister would definitely be interesting; the war hero now being seen with an ultimately younger girl, it’d be amusing seeing such a difference between the two especially if you’re shorter.

❥ i’m not sure how being sephiroth’s sister would necessarily work considering he was an “experiment” of jenova, and from my knowledge after lucrecia gave birth to him she was crystallized in the crystal caves? but if we’re ignoring that and maybe that didn’t happen or something like that idk, i think it’d be pretty hectic, especially if you were also an experiment of jenova’s cells.

❥ both pre and post sephiroth would love you dearly. pre sephiroth would make it a mission to visit you as much as possible and would try to fit some time in his schedule to go and hang out with you. usually, he’d go take walks with you or if you like food then he’d be insistent on making a trip of trying a bunch of new places.

❥ he is honestly your biggest defender— although i don’t expect a lot of people to disrespect you while a close-to-six-foot first class SOLDIER is looming right behind you. i dont know if he’d let you out of his sight all that often when you’re around him, his instincts just kinda kick in so he’s following you around like a dog.

❥ if you were known by genesis and angeal crisis-core era, and genesis hits on you or even tries to flirt??? ooh sephiroth is right behind you in an instant. he is NOT letting genesis get with you at all, i’m sorry in advance to the self insert x genesis readers that had this idea in mind but i def don’t think that seph would be okay with you dating his friends. even angeal, whom he trusts very dearly and knows that he wouldn’t try anything with you, would have sephiroth feeling iffy.

❥ if you had “suitors” or if you were popular with the boys ( and maybe the ladies too if you’re just THAT suave ), ooh sephiroth would have a heart attack. he’d want you to choose who you want, of course, but be prepared for sephiroth lurking around every corner like a cat. if you bring your partner to meet him? he’s gonna look like the scariest mf regardless if he’s trying to be or not.

❥ he especially doesn’t want you to do anything with his job. if you have jenova cells or if extraordinary strength then he might feel a little better if you were to be involved with the SOLDIER program or shinra, but if you’re a civilian then he’d rather not get you involved with his duties. there’s too much on the line and he can’t risk you getting hurt, also another reason why he prefers to keep you on the down low or for him to only visit you.

❥ also another thought, but i just keep imagining zack flirting with you or meeting you and thinking you’re absolutely GORGEOUS ( because if you’re related to sephiroth.. you gotta be pretty let’s be honest that mans so beautiful ) ( we don’t talk about hojo though, there’s no way he’s related to seph. vincent gotta be the daddy ), but then once he sees that sephiroth is your brother he literally goes WHITE. starts trying to subtly be more friendly and lowkey apologize for his behavior.. spoiler alert; zack is not subtle.

❥ now whatever you do.. don’t imagine sephiroth meeting you the day before heading out to nibelheim. whatever you don’t, think imagine you guys walking at night as he talks about how worried he is for his friends, and how he thinks zack is going to do. and whatever you do, don’t imagine reminiscing after the village burns down, your mind trailing back to the last hug he gave you before he found out what he really was.

❥ if you were to still stay with post nibelheim sephiroth, he wouldn’t let you out of his sight. he can’t lose you at all, not now— not now that he knows you’re the only thing he has left. he’ll go through the motions of being very cold to you sometimes and then being very overprotective

❥ he’d come home one day from only the lord knows where, and wake you up in the middle of the night. and when you finally awake, he wouldn’t let you go. i imagine he’d feel conflicted. sephiroth was dehumanized from birth and ostracized from a normal life as he never met his true mother lucrecia and hojo had no interest in claiming him other than for his own benefit as a scientist. if you were dealt with such things as well, or maybe you were separated because sephiroth was the superior experiment, it wouldn’t matter; sephiroth contained these feelings that he didn’t know how to feel or express himself about.

❥ he wouldn’t understand why he felt this way, especially having no sort of concept of family brought to him within the early years of his life, but all he knows is that he has you

❥ he only has you— and he’s not willing to risk losing you anytime soon.

[seellove]

Counterfeit Shrines // sukuna x female reader

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Chapter 6 - Quicksand // (3.7k words) // 18+

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You're a late bloomer when it comes to cursed energy, entering Tokyo Jujutsu High partway through the 4th year on the support student track. Because of this, you get paired with the only combat track sorcerer without a partner for obvious reasons, Ryomen Sukuna. He's had a tragic upbringing as a human that is part curse with dark expectations for how to live his life. However, after meeting you, he slowly starts to see the possibility of a different path with someone he might love.

Content Tags/Warnings Throughout Work: Reader and Sukuna are Jujutsu Sorcerers in a JJK AU, explicit smut, violence/blood/injury, dubious consent, dubious morality, drug and alcohol use, falling in love, angst, comfort, fluff, happy ending

A/N: Lord I am so bad at posting this story on Tumblr, going to try to make it a point to upload more. Story is at Chapter 24 on AO3 just FYI. Also the smut is beginning and there's a lot for the foreseeable future in case that isn't your thing!

He stares back at you with unblinking eyes. Your eyes return the gaze, pleading with him, please don’t say no. You don’t think you could handle the embarrassment. The fear of rejection lingers in your mind and you immediately regret saying anything.

The look of shock on his face subsides. Sukuna coughs and clears his throat before responding. 

“Are you sure brat?”

You nod, feeling a flush spread across your face. “Yes, I don’t want to be alone right now. I still feel scared from the mission. I don’t know why it's affecting me so much.”

“Cursed energy from curses is more easily absorbed by humans, it's how they come to be after all. But curses are drawn to curses, so even the energy you absorbed could be essentially sucked out of you if there was another curse around,” Sukuna explains as he walks into your room.

“Alright, where do you want me?” Sukuna changes the subject rapidly.

“What? Where do I want you?” you chuckle awkwardly.

“Where do you want me to sleep?”

“Oh, ha, wherever you want,” you say awkwardly. 

Sukuna glances at the bed immediately.

“In the bed is fine, it’s plenty big enough. If you want to, that is,” you try not to sound either eager or disappointed. Honestly you don’t really know which one you want to feel. On one hand you are nervous he’d try something. On the other you are hoping he’ll try something. Wait what? Why can’t your brain just brain normally for once.

Sukuna walks past you having your existential crisis, turning his phone off and putting it on the nightstand.

“You turn your phone off when you sleep?” you try to make conversation as you approach the space next to where he stands.

“Tonight I am.”

Your heart drops to your stomach as your breath chokes in your throat. No no, don’t overthink it, probably just wants to make sure it doesn’t disturb you, 

“Sleep on that side,” Sukuna points to the other side of the bed.

“Pretty bold to tell me to sleep in my own hotel room,” you joke as you look up at him.

“I’ll be between you and the door this way,” Sukuna says nonchalantly, “but make no mistake, I could protect you no matter where I am in this room.”

“Well I’m glad the big bad curses won’t be able to get me,” you laugh as you walk around the bed.

You climb in and nestle under the covers, eying Sukuna as he slides in next to you. You turn on your side to face him, receiving a questioning side eyed look.

“What brat?”

“It’s like a sleepover, did you have sleepovers with your friends growing up?” you smile and giggle at him.

 “Why are you asking me about such a stupid thing right now?”

“Sleepovers aren’t stupid!” you play up a gasp to him.

“Just answer the question you big grump.”

Sukuna chuckles, rolling his eyes, “you really just love to test my patience. No, there wasn’t much in the way of sleepovers when I was a kid.”

“Hmm,” you hum, finding his comment interesting. Surely he hasn’t been so prickly his whole life, so you were expecting him to at least have been to a sleepover.

“How was-”

“Can you shut up and fucking kiss me?”

Oh shit. 

“Alright alright!” you can barely get out as he closes the gap between you, one hand cupping your cheek. He gives you a cheeky grin, glancing up into your eyes, then back down towards your mouth as his lips find yours.

Your body feels stiff as he kisses you, still recovering from his demanding statement. His lips start to move slowly against yours, pulling you out of your stupor to follow his lead. His hand holds your cheek in place as a nibble on your bottom lip has your lips parting, coaxing his tongue into your mouth. 

Your pulse begins to quicken, your entire body tingling as you relax into the kiss. You move your hand to the back of his head, gripping his hair as you continue the languid rhythm between your mouths. 

You feel his movements becoming more desperate as if the breaths from your throat were the last source of air in the room. He rolls you from your side to your back, lips still locked as he leans over you, wrapping an arm around your waist. You start to feel light headed but your need for his kisses outweighs that of oxygen at the moment.

The weight from his large body presses you into the mattress as he kisses you with force. You pull him down harder, matching his ferocity with each swirl of your tongue. Your bottom lip ends up gently trapped within his teeth, allowing you to take a deep breath finally. 

Inhaling the oxygen brings life back to your brain, pushing butterflies down into your stomach and chest. Sukuna pulls away briefly, dark lidded eyes meeting yours as he looks at you with a hunger you’ve never seen before.

The dark energy you had been feeling earlier has vanished and in its place, a warm, relaxed feeling spreads throughout your body. Sukuna lays beside you, ghosting his fingers down your neck, tucking your hair behind your ear. You tilt your neck slightly as a silent invitation for him to keep going, which has Sukuna not hesitating a moment more. His breath is hot on your skin as he plants the first soft kiss of many on your exposed neck. The featherlight kisses morph into more urgent nips and nibbles which converge on sensitive skin below your ear that currently has you panting for more.

“Ah Sukuna,” you moan as you feel a tingle from your neck to your groin, the feeling of his teeth on your skin causing your core to clench around nothing involuntarily. 

You pull at his shirt, wanting to see him. Feel him. He pauses a moment to let you pull it over his shoulders, slinging it onto the floor. The dim light of the room casts shadows across his massive frame as he looms over you, eyes scanning you before he dives back into your neck. His feathery kisses are long gone and replaced by something much harsher, likely leaving marks on your skin as he nips and sucks his way down toward your chest. 

He moves to slot his thigh between your legs, nudging them open before settling himself between them. His muscular thighs fill up all the space between yours as you press your knees against him. He pulls you forward and slowly lifts at your shirt, glancing up at you for your silent approval. You need to feel more of him on you, so you assist him in pulling it off, finally revealing your breasts to him.

His eyes widen and his lips part as he takes in the sight. His gaze roams over your exposed chest and stomach, and soon his hand follows. He traces your body from your collarbone to your breast with his fingertips, kneading at the soft flesh all the while giving you a surreal look.

“Never seen boobs before?” you joke lightly.

“Not yours, been wanting to for a while though,” he responds in a gravelly voice.

You gasp as he pinches your nipple between his fingers, the new sensation sending a wave of fire south towards your core. 

Sukuna smirks and takes this as his sign to do it again and again. His skilled touch has hardened your nipples, making them even more accessible and sensitive to his ministrations.

“You like it when I touch you like this?” his voice is deep and full of lust as he looks into your eyes, pupils blown.

“Mmm yes S’kuna,” you whimper under his touch. His hands release your tits which elicits a whine at the loss of contact.

“Don’t worry I’m not done with you yet,” he grins as he leans against the bed frame, pulling you up to straddle him. Your knees rest on either side of his legs so you are now face to face. The brief moment of eye contact this close feels very intimate, but it breaks as he pulls you in for another desperate kiss. Your bare chests are now pressed together as his arms wrap around your back, pulling you closer while your hands do the same. His hands begin to roam to your front and knead at your breasts as his kisses get deeper and deeper. 

Your moans at this point are absorbed by his mouth as you feel his thumb and fingers teasing at your nipples again, rolling and pinching them until you can hardly breathe. He pushes your arms up so you are now gripping the top bed frame, giving his mouth access to your tits. His lips are on you in an instant, tongue rolling one of your sensitive buds while his hand still works the other. The pool of fire you began feeling in your core burns hotter now, the pressure causing you to writhe under his touch.

“Oh my god,” you cry out as his wet tongue rolls lazy circles around your nipple. His strong arm supports your back as you arch into his mouth, hands raking through his hair. You’ve never felt like this before, not even close, all you can do is stare at the tattoo symbol on his forehead as you try to not completely collapse.

You can’t stop the lewd high pitched moan that comes from you paired with the wet popping sounds coming from his mouth on your breasts. You want more, need more, so you plunge one of your hands into your shorts to try and alleviate the aching desire in your cunt. 

He grabs your wrist, quickly, stopping you from making contact. You whine in response, your core desperate for some kind of relief.

“I’ll do that for you,” he says in a low voice, not as a question, but a statement.

“Hurry,” you don’t even think, your lower body aching for relief at this point. 

He pulls you down hard into his lap, both of you gasping as your clit makes contact with his erection. The friction finally gives you the relief you’ve been craving as you grind yourself against him, seeking more. 

“Fuck,” he moans as you grind against him, his fingers raking into the skin of your back. His eyes are now closed and his teeth are pinning down his bottom lip. Every roll of your hips on his hard dick gives sends a bolt of pleasure into your clit, through your stomach and down your thighs. And he’s big, your clit never not in contact with his hardened length. 

He slowly lowers you onto your back, bracing himself with one arm, never breaking the contact between you two. You lift your hips as he pulls your shorts and panties off, noticing him fingering the damp material. You suddenly feel vulnerable, completely exposed to him.

His eyes flash a deep red, glowing in the dim light as he looks down at you in an almost predatory way. You feel like he could devour you right here, tongue flicking across his lips as he scans your body. 

“You good?” his deep voice breaks the silence. 

“Yeah, I want to keep going,” you reply. You can feel the need burning between your legs, Sukuna the only one who can quench the flames. There’s no way you could stop now.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” he smirks.

“I-I want you to touch me down here,” you move his hand to your lower stomach.

“Have you ever done this before?”

“Not with someone else….just on my own,” you whimper, getting impatient.

“Mm, I see,” he seems to ponder this momentarily, but the hunger never leaves his eyes as he glances towards your core. “Tell me if it gets uncomfortable.”

He slides his fingers through your already drenched folds, groaning as they glide with ease. You twitch with the initial sensitivity, but it quickly passes and you sigh as he carefully circles your slit.

“So wet for me already,” he growls as he explores your soaking core as if committing it to memory.

“You have no idea how good I’m gonna make you feel,” he coos in your ear as he slides one finger inside of you. You gasp at the initial stretch, just one of his felt like two of yours, filling you up and going deeper than you ever could. You clench around him as he begins to move slowly, knuckles dragging along your walls with each pump of his hand. The initial pain subsides as he continues to probe deeper inside of you.

He slips a second finger in and you close your eyes, gritting your teeth as the stretching sensation returns.  

“You’re taking it so well, just relax,” his words quell the anxiety in your chest as the pain subsides quicker this time.

He picks up the pace, fingers scissoring and probing your tight cunt. His knuckles drag against sensitive spots you didn’t know you had as he curls his fingers inside you with each thrust of his hand. He tests different angles and twists of his fingers until he hits a spot that has you mewling. His thumb begins to brush against your clit, making your legs shake from the pleasure. 

“Right there, keep doing that,” you whine as he finds your sweet spot. Your breathing is getting heavier as you feel your core begin to heat up. He has a serious look on his face, concentrating on pushing you closer to the edge. 

“Suck on my tits,” you pull his face to your chest, and he begins rolling your nipple in his mouth again without hesitation, causing you to emit a guttural moan, your release imminent.

“Suk, don’t stop, I’m gonna cum,” you gasp. The drag of his thumb across your clit and curling of his fingers has you on the precipice of shattering. He keeps the pace exactly how you need it, the squelching sounds becoming louder as you are nearing your release. Then everything snaps, emitting high pitched whines as you dig your nails into the back of his head, your vision whiting out as an orgasm rips through you better than anything you could imagine. Your cunt clenches around him, gripping him fiercely as he finger fucks you through your orgasm, hot waves of pleasure pulsing through your body. 

He can’t keep his eyes off you as you look up to see an excited look on his face. A prideful smirk forms as you make eye contact.

His pace slows as you come back to reality, pulling his fingers carefully out of you. Coated in your cum, he brings them to his mouth and groans as he tastes you. Your body feels weightless as pure bliss washes over you, barely even acknowledging the world around you. 

“You taste so good,” Sukuna murmurs. He leans in to give you a deep kiss and you taste yourself on his tongue, a sweet and salty flavor lingers in your mouth as he pulls away. 

“Not done with you yet though,” he grins, starvation apparent in his gaze.

You gulp in nervousness. Does he mean sex? Your timid glance gives yourself away.

“No, not that, not yet at least,” he chuckles, “let me show you.”

He stands up and kicks his pants off, standing before you in nothing but his tight boxers. The outline of his giant cock strains against them, precum staining the fabric. You’d never be able to take all that, you decide, thank god that wasn’t on the table. Your eyes snap back up to him just in time to see him pounce on you, pushing you up towards the headboard as he positions himself between your legs again. His massive arms cage you in from both sides as you run your hands along his biceps, feeling them tense as he holds himself up. You trace the tattoos along his arm, meandering over to his chest hovering over you. His fluffy pink hair falls into his eyes as he relaxes under your touch. 

Sukuna eases himself down onto you, his erection coming down to push against your clit, causing you to gasp and grip his arms as your hips buck against his. He begins to move, grinding himself against your clit, rolling his length back and forth over your sensitive bud. Your eyes roll back, each pass of his cock against you sending sparks through your body that threaten to dismantle the last of your self control. 

He starts to move faster, hips snapping as he drives himself against your clit, the thin fabric of his silky boxers becoming soaked with your slick and his precum, helping him glide over you smoothly. 

“Fuck I can feel how wet you are,” he groans as he moves even faster, pressing himself even harder against you. You feel your core beginning to tighten up, a sign of another orgasm slowly building. 

“Don’t stop, keep doing that,” you moan. You instinctively push his ass down with your feet to give more needed friction, hips rolling to meet each thrust. His face is starting to morph into a sneer exposing his prominent canines, eyes blazing. You swear you see his nails lengthen into claws as he digs into the mattress next to you. He looks almost…demonic, like he could tear his teeth into you at any time and wipe the light from your eyes. The sense of danger just turns you on, and you dig your nails into his back as you pull him down so his bare chest is on yours. 

Your cries become louder as the waves of pleasure rip through your body bringing you to the edge of your orgasm. 

“Fuck!” Your body cracks, pleasure surging through your body. Your toes curl as you press your hips hard against his, rutting against him, desperate for his cock as you come undone beneath him. His face looks surprised but then turns serious, brows furrowing with concentration as he chases his own release. His hips stutter as he finds his own orgasm, feeling him pulsing against you, his boxers hot and wet against your clit from cum soaking through to your skin. He moans through the waves of pleasure, slowly coming to a stop and collapsing onto you panting.

You wrap your arms around him, holding him close to you, his head unmoving at the base of your chin. You both lay like this for a few minutes, your fingers running through his hair, scratching his scalp.

Sukuna finally rolls off of you with a loud sigh, his nails back to normal and his eyes back to their normal light red color. You feel shy and exposed all of a sudden, pulling the blanket over you. 

“I’m gonna go get changed,” he grins sheepishly while looking down at his stained boxers, causing you to laugh. He rolls off the bed and pulls on his pants. 

“Here,” he throws his shirt at you that you take as a sign to put on. 

“Are you coming back?” You ask curiously.

“That was my plan,” he doesn’t look up as he situates his pants. “Unless you don’t want that.”

“No, I mean, yes I want you to come back, only if you want to,” you mumble.

He snorts with a laugh, “ok then I’ll be right back,” he closes the door behind him.

Rolling onto your back, you stare up at the ceiling. You don’t know what to think, you just let your combat partner finger fuck you and make you come apart twice by his hand, then cum all over himself from grinding on your clit. This wasn’t supposed to happen, certainly wasn’t in any of the orientation paperwork, but here you are, with nothing on except for his shirt. 

You liked it though, loved it even. It's the best you’ve ever felt in your life, and for how much of an asshole he is, he was a very attentive lover. You felt comfortable doing this with him, all of the subtle check-ins to make sure you were ok and his attention to your reactions were very much appreciated. Would things be weird now though? Would he come to regret this while he’s in his room? How would he treat you going forward?

You knew he wouldn’t be loyal to you, but it didn’t really matter. Sukuna was now your closest friend at school besides Shoko, you didn’t really feel any jealousy towards the other girls you knew he messed around with. If your friend just so happened to be hot as fuck give you the best orgasms of your life, then so be it. Plus you weren’t interested in a relationship anyways, your future goals were at the forefront of your mind. 

The door handle turning interrupts your thoughts as Sukuna reappears. He must have grabbed your room key when he left. He locks the door and rejoins you in the bed, stripping back down to his now fresh pair of boxers.

“Damn Sukuna, are we on a no clothes basis now?” you giggle. 

“Oh please my fingers were all up inside you 20 minutes ago and now you are worried about clothes,” he rolls his eyes and pulls you against him, causing you to squeak in surprise. “Now hush and go to sleep.” 

Sukuna reaches over you to turn the lamp off. You feel his arms around you, pulling you closer until your back meets his chest, securing you against him as the little spoon. His fingers draw lazy circles on your wrist and his leg threads itself between yours.

No words are needed right now, maybe you should just let the moment be, lying close to each other in this temporary peace. After your day of fighting curses, you both deserve to relax. 

The post orgasm fatigue hits you and you quickly find yourself fast asleep, Sukuna wrapped around you already lightly snoring.

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Nest | Part 6

Steve expected the crowd outside of the door. He expected the Alphas, four of them, intermingled with a small team of Betas for pheromone control. He didn’t expect the rise in aggression that spiked in him at the sight of them all, but he had enough self-control to shut it down as quick as it spiked.

They were there to protect Eddie, they weren’t there to hurt Eddie. They were there to protect him from Steve if need be, even at the risk of their own safety. They were doing their jobs.

“I’m okay.” He held up his hands in a bid to relax the crowd “I’m under control.”

“Very nearly weren’t, though, were you, Steve?” He also didn’t expect him. Although he should have. It wasn’t like Owens wasn’t around. It wasn’t like Owens wasn’t liable if things went sideways in the clinic, if one of his Alphas on staff assaulted someone. Sam Owens, Beta, good with the younger patients. Always had lollies in his coat pocket for the scared or nervous ones. “What’s everyone still doing here? Go on, off you go, crisis averted! Crowd disperse!” Looks were shared, before the small team dispersed back to their original stations, back to their actual jobs. “Steve, you come with me.”

“I can’t be away from him for long, I—”

“You won’t be, now come with me.” No room for argument, no matter how friendly the betas tone was, no matter how neutral he sounded. Owens was the boss. He was the one with all the degrees, the qualifications, the experience. Steve followed, he followed all the way down the main hallway and to the left, right to the end of that one, and through the door at the end, directors office, where he watched Owens take a seat behind his desk, only taking the one in front of it when it was offered. “Would you like a drink?”

“No, I’m okay.”

“Have a drink.” Owens stood and retrieved a soda can from a mini fridge he kept in his office, placing it on the desk for him before sitting back down. “You’re not in trouble Steve. It’s okay.”

“But I broke—”

“Nothing. You broke nothing. You kept yourself completely under control, and while yes it looked bad from the angle of the cameras, security were right in raising a response unit, you kept yourself in check, that shows an incredible amount of self-control, you broke nothing. You can relax.” It took him a moment, but he let the tension drain, it was okay, he wasn’t in trouble, he could have that drink, and everything would be fine. Owens even waited for him to finish his first swig of the refreshing liquid before he spoke again “What happened, from your perspective, Steve? Tell me everything from the moment you met him to… that.”

“In detail?”

“Condense it for me. Mr. Munson won’t be asleep forever, he’ll likely need you when he wakes so I don’t want to keep you here too long.” He could go back. He was allowed back. That last bit of tension draining away. It’d be okay.

“Right… uhm… well, I know him. We went to school together.”

“You’ve known a few Omegas who’ve been treated here, Mr. Emerson attends Hawkins Highschool as well, I’m sure you must have met him before, yet this wasn’t an issue in that assignment, what makes Mr. Munson different?”

“I don’t know, it’s like… it feels… right? Like—like I belong with him I—I don’t—I’ve never reacted like that to an Omega’s pre-heat scent before, it’s… I don’t know—” confusing, baffling, overwhelming, he wanted… god he wanted so badly but he didn’t know why.

“Like he’s yours?” It wasn’t an accusation, although a defensive alpha might have seen it as one, Steve kept his defences low. Sam Owens was not a threat. He’d already said Steve wasn’t in trouble.

“No… like… like I’m his” Owens nodded “like… like I was always supposed to be his” everything just clicking into place piece by piece, why he’d never been able to find the right person to settle down with, why his eyes had always been drawn to Eddie, sure he thought it was because Eddie just naturally drew the attention to himself, but—maybe it wasn’t that simple for him, maybe it wasn’t just Eddie’s ability to be the loudest person in a room that had Steve’s eyes drawn to him so often. “does that make sense?”

He'd just never gotten close enough to the Omega assume anything different.

“Unfortunately quite a bit. Yes.” Owens stood back up, and rounded his chair to the book case, where he perused for a moment before settling on a thin book bound in red leather, a notebook. “There’ve been a fair few cases of this kind of thing cropping up in clinics across the globe for as long as clinics like Nest have existed. Alphas and Omegas in close proximity during heats, it happens. Fanciful folk like to add romanticized labels to the whole thing, soulmates, fated mates, true mates. I’ve never been a fan of that terminology, they remove the essence of choice in it all. Of our own autonomy. When in reality, all it is, is that you both give off each other’s ideal scent, as in there's nothing in the subtle notes of it to put you off, and Eddie is just giving off a lot of his right now without anything to mask it.” That pre-heat scent doing its job too well. "The working term among the clinics is actually 'Scent Mates.'"

“…Excuse me?”

“We all have our individual scents, Steve, outside of things we can control like our cologne, perfume, the food and drink we’ve consumed, the fabric of the clothes we wear, we all give off our own individual unique scent underneath all of that. And we all have an ideal scent that makes us feel safe, comforted, that makes us feel all those good things we crave in life. We can settle in those scents, surrounded by them, they make us feel at home. Like we belong there.”

He belonged… like he belonged… he felt that. He felt so strongly that he belonged with Eddie, that everything was right with Eddie in his arms. “That’s—that’s what I felt like, like… I belonged there, like it was right… and when he asked me to—y’know, I barely managed to stop myself.” It felt right to be with him.

It felt wrong to pull away.

“Although I can't speak for him, or make any assumptions as to how he’ll feel after his heat because sometimes it is one sided when the dust settles, he must feel very drawn by your scent too, to be so comfortable around you, to be so responsive, especially so early in his heat, maybe yours might even be his ideal, making you both one of the many ‘scent mates’ who’ve found each other through these clinics. I wouldn’t blame him for being drawn to it though, who doesn’t enjoy a walk past a bakery in the morning?” It was meant as a joke, and maybe if he hadn’t said the first part Steve would have laughed… but he did say the first part.

“…He might not though?”

“It’s possible, just like physical attraction between primary genders, sometimes it’s one sided, with just the Omega’s heat temporarily pushing that attraction on their side to fulfil their instinct to be bred. But you and I both know, Omega’s don’t crave the touch of an Alpha during the first stage of their heat… his response to you is indicative of those going into the third stage, quite the advance given he’s been here only a day.” It wasn’t common.

Owens was right, Steve had tended to many Omega’s in his time at Nest, they all had variety, different behaviours, different traits, but the one thing that stayed the same was… heats progressed as they normally would.

Pre-heat, carb load, insatiable, then recovery.

Each stage had its own kind of behaviours exhibited. Omega’s didn’t want sex during pre-heat, they wanted to prepare, to build a nest, to get comfortable, to feel safe, and in the clinic... to get to know the alpha who'd be helping them.

Eddie just had to be different, didn’t he?

Owens was still talking “—sure, while we were already keeping him under close watch due to his history of violence, for safety reasons we’re going to have to be very careful with you as his assigned Alpha. Be honest with me, Steve… can you handle this?”

“I can handle it. I won’t hurt him.”

“I know you won’t, there's never been a recorded incident between scent mates that makes me think you would. Head to the cafeteria before you make your way back to him, I’m sure he’ll appreciate food when he wakes up.”

“…You’re really letting me stay with him?” With increased security, likely a door guard or two, but still.

“Would any other alpha be safe in there with him?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Exactly. Off you go.”

Part 8

[lemotmo]

The way I have flown to your blog now post episode. Because while I’m always open to seeing Ali’s thoughts,

I absolutely must have yours on this episode because holy cow holy cow holy cow. Where do I even start??

Like the Maddie storyline. The DID for the serial killer I could have done without. I feel like they had enough to go with from her brief backstory to explain her being a serial killer without portraying that mental health crisis in a negative light.

That said though, i honestly enjoyed the storyline otherwise. The acting was phenomenal. The twists were twisting. When she slit Maddie’s throat? The gasp I let out?? And then when the next scene was her opening the door for Chim. No blood anywhere to be found. So I was like oh ok. That must have been a hallucination or something. Only to then have Maddie stop her from shooting chim and find out it wasn’t! She really slit her throat??? Again the gasp I let out. They all knocked it out if the park. Their acting was top notch. 

Now the buddie of it all. Because boy oh boy did they find a way to even as a subplot still make them loud and count.

Starting with the beginning. The knock on the door. The way hen and chim seem confused by who’s there. Like they weren’t expecting anyone? And bucks oh uhh I’ll get it. And sure enough. It’s Eddie. Because of course it’s Eddie. Buck calls and Eddie comes. And then the hug he gave chim. I’m not gonna lie. Until the end of the episode. I thought it was..odd? Like it was such a weird bro hug and the focus in on it with the camera? I was definitely like ….ok? But then at the end it made sense.

The truck. Seeing Eddie driving is already weird. But seeing Eddie drive Buck around to look for Maddie?? The absolute parallel of Buck driving Abby around to look for her mom? Insane. But they said let’s make it more insane because Buck gets to spiral! Everything was good he says. Gerrard was done. Bobby was back. Then T dumps him. Maddie is missing or ran away. He says. And then. And then there’s YOU. You’re just moving back to Texas. Like it’s nothing. Like it doesn’t affect anyone else around you. But it does! It does affect other people. (Like buck your breaking my heart 😭😭) and the way Eddie just looks at him silently before saying “it’s not nothing” and then doing what he does best. Taking care of Buck by essentially going you don’t want to fight with me. We both know that. We’re tired. Your scared. We’re not going to do that. Let’s get coffee.

The hospital the framing we didn’t see much of Eddie but based on the stills. Just wow. They speak for themselves lol.

Then the ending. The goodbye. The I’m really going to miss you. The hug. The way you can see Buck letting himself start to feel that pain. And Ryan freaking Guzman with the facial expressions. Because you can see it. He’s smiling. The hug starts and then his eyebrows scrunch together. His lips go down. And you can see it in his eyes. There flicker of that pain before just like that. Eddie shuts it off because this is all for Chris so he can’t be upset. The way Eddie looks back at Buck as he walks away. The way he waves goodbye in the mirror. Bucks entire demeanor at the end 😭😭😭😭😂 the rain of it all. And the awkwardness? Liek you could feel the way they both felt slightly awkward because neither want this and neither know how to act because it’s really happening. And finally.

The “But I do hope you know.. you matter to me”

Omggggggggggggg

Insane! Absolutely insane!!

And now about the hugs. How the chimney Eddie hug made sense to me at the end. Because it was such a bro hug. But then they give us the buddie hug at the end. And what a difference it was. Eddie and Chimney? Two platonic friends hugging. Normal as can be.

Eddie and Buck hugging? Well we see how not platonic all of that was and felt and looked like.

911 does love their comparisons.

Nonny are we the same person? Because I swear we have noticed the same things in this episode. My first thoughts about the episode were posted here.

And there's so much more to talk about as well. I mean... Athena was so great in this episode as well. She and the detective rocked!

I just loved it so much. It's been a long time since I've really loved an episode of 911 to this extent.

I love all of your thoughts in this ask. I agree with everything! Thanks for sharing!

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I'll show you how a real queen behaves,

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Companion piece to:

Texas - Travis and you make a realisation about your relationship.

Wyoming - Travis's mother calls Rip to get her son under control.

Your first time back in the saddle, you’re fucking phenomenal. Travis watches from the stands in a shitty little rodeo in Wyoming as you guide Artemis around each of those barrels with a precision that would make the current world champion curse your name.

“Is this some fucked up way of torturing me?” He spits at Rip, his gaze firmly fixed on the way your hair catches in the wind as you spur Artemis into a gallop. “Show me how well she’s doing without me in her life?”

“No.” Rip states flatly. “I’m making sure you keep your promise.”

Travis’s head jerks towards the other man so hard it makes his head fucking spin.

“She told you about that?” Travis says and Rip shrugs his shoulders.

“Not me, Imogen.”

When you’d first started talking about getting back out there on the rodeo circuit, he’d made a promise that he would be at your debut, that he would be in the stands cheering you on. You’d been so anxious at the time, unsure of yourself and he’d wanted you to know you had someone fighting in your corner.

There’s no trace of that woman here now. You sit up on that horse like a goddamn Queen and the crowd goes fucking wild when your score is announced because there isn’t a chance in hell any other rider can beat it.

“You should know that she’s seen the video, the one that’s been doing the rounds.” Rip informs him as he takes a sip of his beer. “You are one dumbass motherfucker.”

The video was taken a few weeks ago in Kansas City. It features him, two barrel racers and a bottle of top shelf bourbon from one of the finest distilleries out there. He hadn’t even realised the damn thing had been recorded until he’d gotten the clip from his buddy out in Tulsa along with a high five emoji.

“She thinks you’ve moved on, that you don’t love her anymore.” Rip tells him as you take a victory lap around the arena. “And after seeing that I can’t say I fucking blame her.”

His stomach twists at the thought of you watching that video, his cock thrust in someone else’s mouth, while her friend licked whiskey from his chest. He knows that it must look like he’s having the time of his fucking life but honestly he’s in fucking crisis. The only time he’s not thinking about you is when he’s black out drunk, sprawled across the sheets in some stranger’s motel room.

“Is that why you brought me here?” Travis asks him as he cradles a cold beer bottle against the cheek that Rip sucker punched. “So I can tell her otherwise?”

Rip raises his eyes skyward as if praying for strength.

“I brought you here so you can see exactly what you’re missing. You made a bad call by letting her go, you and I both know it, it’s why your spinning out so much.” Rip informs him as he watches you trot right out of the arena. “You need to get your head straight and fix it.”

“If it was that fucking easy don’t you think I would have done it by now?” Travis snaps back at him. “I still live in Texas and she still lives in Montana, I run a fucking business…”

“Don’t start pulling that shit on me.” Rip scolds him, shaking his head vehemently. “We both know you run that shit from the road. This about you being too fucking scared to take the next step, to actually make a commitment, that’s what you’re mad about.”

Travis doesn’t know what to say to that because Rip’s right. That’s where all this insanity is coming from. The guilt that he’s the one that fucked up your relationship, that he let you think it was you’re fault for not being able to settle in Texas.

“You’re a fucking asshole.” Travis says finally and Rip shrugs his shoulders again.

“Truth hurts don’t it?” Rip says taking another sip of his beer.

Yea, Travis thinks as they watch the next contestant step into the arena. It fucking does.

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Bugged by Love

A Y/N X Damian Priest Fluff Fanfiction

Summary: Y/N panics over a roach, and Damian playfully saves the day, bringing humor and closeness to their moment.

Y/N was enjoying a quiet afternoon at home with Damian. It had been a long week, and she was grateful for the chance to unwind and spend time with him without any interruptions. Damian was lounging comfortably on her couch, flipping through the TV channels with one hand and scrolling through his phone with the other. Y/N was in the kitchen, preparing a snack platter, humming softly to herself. The smell of freshly baked cookies wafted through the air, adding to the cozy atmosphere.

Just as she was about to grab a bowl of chips from the pantry, she froze. There, right in the middle of her kitchen floor, was a palmetto roach—a giant, shiny, uninvited guest that had decided to make itself at home. Y/N's eyes widened in horror, and she instinctively let out a high-pitched scream.

“Damian!” she yelled, jumping onto the nearest chair like it was a lifeboat in the middle of a stormy sea. “Get in here right now!”

Damian looked up from the couch, raising an eyebrow. He could hear the urgency in her voice, but he wasn’t entirely sure what the crisis was. Casually, he got up and strolled into the kitchen, his long strides unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world.

“What’s going on, babe?” he asked, his voice calm and amused as he leaned against the doorway, arms crossed. He couldn’t help but grin when he saw Y/N perched on top of the chair, clutching the bowl of chips as if it would protect her from whatever was scaring her.

Y/N frantically pointed at the floor, her voice shaking. “That! Right there! Get rid of it!”

Damian followed her gaze and spotted the culprit—a massive palmetto roach, seemingly unbothered by the chaos it had caused. It scuttled a few inches across the floor, completely unaware of the panic it had induced.

Damian chuckled, shaking his head. “Really, Y/N? A roach? You’re scared of that?”

Y/N shot him a glare that could pierce through solid steel. “Damian, this isn’t just any roach. It’s huge, and it flies! You need to get rid of it, now!”

Still grinning, Damian walked over to the counter and grabbed a plastic cup. He moved slowly toward the roach, clearly enjoying the opportunity to tease her. “You know, they say palmetto bugs are just misunderstood. Maybe it’s just trying to make friends.”

“Damian, if you don’t take care of that thing right now, I’m never cooking for you again,” Y/N threatened, her voice dripping with a mix of terror and exasperation.

Damian pretended to be deep in thought, tapping his chin. “Hmm, no more of your delicious cooking? That would be a tragedy.”

The roach, sensing it was the center of attention, decided to make a bold move and darted toward the chair where Y/N stood. She screamed again, this time nearly losing her balance.

“Damian!” she shrieked, gripping the chair’s backrest like her life depended on it.

“Okay, okay, take it easy,” Damian said, laughing as he finally decided to get rid of it. “Don’t worry, I’m on it. Your knight in shining armor is here to save the day.”

He carefully trapped the bug under the cup and slid a piece of paper underneath it, lifting the entire contraption with exaggerated caution, as if he were handling a live grenade. Y/N watched his every move, still tense, ready to bolt at any moment if the situation escalated.

Damian carried the cup toward the door, giving Y/N a playful wink. “You know, I could just let it loose in the living room. It might want to watch TV with me.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes at him, her tone serious despite the absurdity of the situation. “Damian, if you even think about doing that, I will lock you outside with it.”

“Alright, alright,” Damian said, still chuckling. He opened the front door and gently set the roach free, watching as it scurried off into the grass. “There you go, little guy. Enjoy your freedom.”

He closed the door and turned back to Y/N, who was cautiously stepping down from the chair, finally feeling safe enough to touch the ground. She let out a long breath, still shaken but relieved that the roach was gone.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice a mix of gratitude and embarrassment. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t here.”

Damian sauntered over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. “Probably would’ve called pest control and had them deal with it,” he teased, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Very funny,” Y/N muttered, leaning into him. “You better not tell anyone about this.”

Damian grinned mischievously. “Oh, I’m definitely telling everyone. I can see the headlines now: ‘Y/N, fearless security specialist, defeated by a palmetto bug.’”

Y/N playfully slapped his chest, but she couldn’t help but laugh along with him. “You’re impossible.”

“That’s why you love me,” Damian quipped, kissing her cheek. He pulled out his phone and pretended to start typing. “Just sending a quick text to the group chat…”

“Damian!” Y/N gasped, trying to grab his phone. He held it just out of reach, laughing as she jumped up to try and snatch it from his hand.

“Relax, I’m just messing with you,” he said, finally pocketing the phone and pulling her back into his arms.

As they settled back onto the couch, Y/N sighed, feeling the tension slowly melt away. Damian still had that teasing glint in his eye, but she knew it was all in good fun. She snuggled closer to him, letting the warmth of his embrace soothe her lingering nerves.

“You know,” Damian began, his tone playful, “I think I deserve a reward for my heroic bug-removal services.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled. “Oh really? And what kind of reward are we talking about?”

“Hm, maybe a back massage later?” he suggested with a grin. “After all, saving damsels in distress is hard work.”

“Damsels in distress?” Y/N scoffed. “You’re lucky I let you stay on my couch after that comment.”

Damian chuckled, giving her a gentle squeeze. “Alright, alright. No more teasing… for now.”

Y/N chuckled, resting her head on his shoulder. “Fine, you win. I’ll give you a back massage later.”

As they sat there, comfortably wrapped in each other’s presence, the earlier chaos felt like a distant memory. But Y/N knew one thing for sure—next time she saw a palmetto roach, Damian would be getting another call to come over.

[hummingbird24220]

Chapter Four: Flustering the Cook and Scaring the Doctor

Sanji was having a crisis.

It wasn’t that he disliked you—quite the opposite, actually. You were strong, fun, and confident. And that confidence? It was a different flavor from the usual teasing he got from Nami or Robin. You didn’t just flirt, you challenged.

He had no idea how to handle it.

You had spent the past hour training with Luffy—again—and had taken every hit like it was a gift. Now, you were sitting at the kitchen table, casually stretching while Sanji prepared dinner. And by casually stretching, you were making sure to be just noticeable enough. Arms above your head, back arching, a content little sigh slipping past your lips as you rolled your shoulders.

Sanji’s hands shook as he chopped vegetables.

“Oi.” He didn’t turn around, but his voice was strained. “Can you not do that in the kitchen?”

You peeked an eye open. “What? I’m just getting the soreness out.” You rotated your shoulder, letting out a quiet, pleased sound when it popped. “Gotta keep my muscles nice and loose, y’know.”

Sanji exhaled sharply through his nose. “Tch. You should at least get Chopper to check you after all that training.”

You hummed, standing up and stretching again for good measure. Sanji’s grip on the knife tightened. “You worried about me, cook?”

Sanji turned slightly, one brow twitching. “I’m worried about my kitchen being filled with weird noises.”

You smirked. “What kind of weird noises? Wanna make some together?”

The knife slipped from his grip and clattered onto the cutting board.

You grinned.

“Get out,” Sanji said immediately, grabbing the plate of food he’d finished.

You snickered but took the plate anyway, making your way toward the medical bay where Chopper was.

Sanji ran a hand down his face.

Robin, who had been quietly reading at the counter, took a sip of her tea. “She’s fun, isn’t she?”

Sanji groaned. “She’s going to kill me.”

Robin just smiled.

Meanwhile, in the medical bay…

Chopper was used to patching up idiots. Zoro was the usual offender, getting himself sliced open and shrugging it off like a paper cut. Luffy was next, always grinning despite being covered in bruises.

But you? You were different.

“Hold still,” he huffed as he pressed his hooves against your arm, checking for damage. “You took way too many hits today!”

You wiggled your fingers. “Nah, I’m good. Just a little sore.”

Chopper frowned, poking at your side where a nasty bruise was forming. You twitched, a quick shudder running up your spine before you let out a sharp giggle.

Chopper froze.

You blinked at him. “Something wrong, doc?”

Chopper slowly removed his hooves. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Your grin was immediate. “Depends. What else you got for me?”

Chopper squeaked, scrambling away from you like you were contagious.

“I—I can’t fix whatever is wrong with you!” he stammered, ears twitching wildly. “You’re worse than Luffy and Zoro combined!”

You laughed, hopping off the medical bed with a little stretch. “Aw, c’mon, doc, don’t be like that. I’m fine. Promise.”

Chopper puffed up his cheeks, still flustered. “At least put some ice on that bruise!”

You waved him off with a chuckle, making your way toward the deck again. As you left, you caught Robin watching you from the corner, still nursing her tea with a small, knowing smile.

You winked. “See something you like, Robin?”

Robin chuckled, resting her chin on her hand. “Oh, I just think it’s fun watching the crew react to you.”

You grinned. “Stick around, sweetheart. It only gets better from here.”

Robin took a sip of her tea, amused. “I’m looking forward to it.”

[corrodedcoffins-blog]

Kids and a 'break up'

quinn hughes x nhl player!reader

note: takes place probably april 9th

warning: period blood, maybe getting second hand embarrassment, pregnancy/kids talk (no one gets pregnant)

word count: 1k

The sun shining through the blinds, waking Y/n from her deep sleep. Slowly slipping Quinn’s arm from around her waist, shuffling towards the bathroom, the cold apartment is a stark difference from the warm bed especially with just wearing a pair of Quinn’s boxers and a cropped t-shirt. 

The girl washing her face and brushing her teeth, then moving to the toilet, only then did Y/n notice the crisis she was in. She hadn’t gotten her period in a couple months, and it always was irregular so it was only a matter of time until this happened. 

“Oh fuck..” Y/n mumbles to herself, before getting a tampon from under the sink, Quinn had bought some without her asking after the woman started staying over more and more. The boy was always so thoughtful towards her and it wasn’t just this, he learned that she hates onions and when they went out with the team the other night he reminded her to ask for no onions when she forgot, and always lets her have a bite of whatever he’s having. And it was to the point where it was starting to worry Y/n that maybe Quinn was getting attached, but that was not something to worry about right now.

 Then washing her hands, and exiting the bathroom to find Quinn stripping the bed. “No Quinny, you don’t have to do that.” she assures the boy, walking over to her side of the bed to take over, “No, no, I can. Grab another pair of boxers from my drawer.” What he was saying was embarrassing, the fact he saw the blood spot on his boxers she was wearing, but the way Quinn said it was so caring, and understanding. That she couldn’t help but not feel embarrassed at all. Folding up the sheet, and moving towards the door, “I’m gonna go wash these.” “Thanks, Quinny.” “Of course.”

After changing into a new pair of Quinn’s boxers, Y/n makes her way into the living room and seeing the man sitting on the couch, “Hey, baby!” “Hey, sorry about that.” “Nah, it’s fine, it’s natural.. And at least we know you’re not pregnant.” maybe not a good topic to bring up with your teammate/fuck-buddy, especially when he wants more from their relationship. 

“Oh well, don’t have to worry about that.” The woman laughs out, but looking up when she didn’t hear Quinn join in, “What do you mean?” Looking up from her phone, “My tubes are tied, I can’t get pregnant” “Ever?” “No not never, I also got my eggs frozen so after I retire if I want kids I'll have them then.” At that, Y/n thought the conversation was done. But Quinn was not done at all.

“‘If’? You’re not sure you want kids?” Quinn had made all these plans for them in his head, but this was the first time he thought they might not happen; for a reason other than him being too scared to ever ask her out on a date.

But Y/n being Y/n was oblivious to the fact that Quinn clearing wanted more, and that this conversation to him wasn’t between friends, it was between himself and the girl he wants more than anything. So of course, once again, she gives him a one dimensional answer, “Well it’s hard to say, not anytime soon. Not that I had a guy even if I did want them now.”

“What about me?”

There was a significant shift in the air, Y/n finally realising how important this conversation was to him, putting down her phone; looking into Quinn’s eyes, reading every thought, and feeling every emotion. “...Quinn. No. No- that’s not fair, you knew this was nothing serious. We agreed this was nothing serious-”

Quinn abruptly stands, walking into the kitchen pouring himself a glass of water, “I wasn’t done! Quinn, we said we wouldn’t get attached, that this was-” “Well you can't control when you love someone.”

After another pause between them, Y/n not knowing how to process or respond to Quinn’s confession. He loved her. And before this, Y/n thought she didn’t have any feelings other than sexual attraction, but at this moment; Y/n couldn’t say that.

And that terrified her.

“Quinn. We can’t do that. And I don’t feel the same-” The woman was cut off, by Quinn finally fully expressing his emotions, harshly setting the glass in his hand on the counter with a loud noise, “Don’t tell me you don’t. ‘Cause with the way you act with me I can tell you do. And I know that scares you, but I'm tired of pretending that I don't want more with you.”

Turning her face away, no longer being able to look at Quinn any longer without bursting into tears. Because, god, he was right. She liked him- maybe loved him, but that doesn’t change the fact she wasn’t ready. “I don’t.” She had never lied to Quinn, it felt weird coming out of her mouth. 

“Bullshit! I know you do!” “I don’t love you.” “Why can’t you?”

Turning her face back to face the man, tears streaming down her face, and seeing the mirroring image back at her on him. “I think we should end this… I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Oh well, don’t have to worry about that.”

Quickly gathering her things, Y/n exits the apartment she has grown to know so well over the past few months, she loved every part of it. Hot tears were rolling down her cheeks, while in the elevator, in the lobby, and getting in her car. Slamming the door shut, mad at the world, and at herself. “Fuck!” Y/n loved the time she and Quinn spent together, wishing she could let herself be happy, her heart telling her Quinn would never hurt her, but her head telling the opposite. What she didn’t expect to happen was her doing all the hurting.

After the door shuts to his apartment, Quinn letting out all his feelings and emotions, slams his fist into the wall; making a small dent. “Fuck!” At the start of their ‘relationship’ he couldn’t even call it that, Quinn thought he would finally break down all her walls and get to be with the girl he loved, someone he thought would never hurt him, that he spent so much time making sure he didn’t cross boundaries and didn’t hurt her, what he didn’t expect was her doing the all hurting.

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@books-hlmc

[voice-of-the-inchworm]

post unknown-together AU where the voices wake up stuck, bodiless, occupying a space(?) inside the entrance rooms of their associated cabins (which are all within the folds of the Shifting Mound), unable to move until someone else comes along for them to accidentally attach themselves to.

For most of the voices, that someone else just so happens to be their chapter 2 princess counterparts. Since this AU takes place within Shifty herself, it wouldn't make much sense for the princesses to still be chained up, so most of them are able to simply walk on out of their basements from the get go (keyword: most, looking at you Cage, Den, and Wild).

Also, each cabin is still isolated in its own little "world" (although this time, surrounded by Shifty's minis instead of a sky). The woods still exist in chapters where the woods are physically different. But, if that chapter’s woods were unchanged by Shifty's influence, all of Shifty's minis will sit right up against the door and windows, like we see inside Shifty's heart. You reach each "world" by walking into the pile of minis and letting them pull you across the Shifting Mound to who knows where. This is a willpower based transportation system, so if you don't direct/will the minis in any direction, they're just gonna decide for you and drop you off at a random station <3

Individually, I've got a couple ideas for how some of the voices and princesses would start off. I’m only going to bring up a few of them because this post would be wayyyy too long otherwise (end note: mission failed), but here's what happens with some of them:

Hunted wakes up only to immediately get scared shitless by Beast. He's now stuck inside the head of someone who did HUNT HIM DOWN AND SWALLOW HIM WHOLE, so poor fella's going to be stuck mortified in Beast's mind for quite a while, and there's not much either of them can do to help (not that Beast wants to help. Hunted might be prey out of reach, but that doesn't mean he can't still be toyed with). Maybe once they find a certain silent friend, that'll calm things down a bit (and... also wind down the threats from Beast's end).

Contrarian gets to be a part of the Stranger group chat™. Stranger's doing a lot better than they were at the end of their chapter, but that's not to say they're without issue. They're definitely not in pain anymore, but they're also not as put together as they would be in the Strange Beginnings ending (which didn't happen in this AU). Now they get to work out their identity crisis with an extra friend, who's also got some extra self worth issues of his own.

Witch and Opportunist are not having a fun time. They're going to have a pretty big argument when they meet face to not-face, so they’re both going to be on guard like no tomorrow. When they're out of their cabin, chances are Witch is going to steer clear of most of the other vessels for as long as possible, so by the time they interact with a larger group of people, everyone else has pretty much figured out what's going on with the voices by now. But still, that doesn't mean they don't have their own fair share of adventures before then. I’ve got a BUNCH of ideas for this duo, although I might hold off on sharing those ideas until I’ve got something more of substance to share.

There's only three exceptions to the 'Chapter 2 princess with chapter 2 voice' rule that I can think of which are Cheated + Razor, Hero, and Damsel + Smitten.

Razor doesn't pick up Cheated because although she gets bored waiting around inside her basement, instead of walking up the stairs she thinks it'd be more entertaining to climb up through the broken window on the roof instead, as she can very clearly see all the minis hanging out right above her head (It's a bit high, so the minis help pull her up. She does stab a couple though). So yeah, Cheated's going to have to wait a bit for someone else to visit him (not sure who, yet). Razor didn't even know Cheated was upstairs until somebody tells her later, which takes a bit as most people assume Cheated was stuck with Razor. Of course, not many people are willing to risk walking within stabbing distance to confirm this.

Hero is stuck isolated in the final cabin until everyone is able to find him. Shifty's heart is quite far away from all of the other cabins, so it's not until everyone finally figures out how the Shifting Minis Bus™ works that they're able to finally reach him. He ends up being out of commission for a Very Long time because of this. He's the last voice to finally be located, so at that point, everyone's pretty much figured out the whole "voices attaching to whoever comes first" thing so, after a bit of debate over the volunteers, they agree on PatD entering first because favoritism <3 everyone agrees it would probably be best for both of them. PatD is most familiar with having the long quiet in her head, and she also knows Hero personally. Also, hero would probably appreciate living with her the most.

Damsel and Smitten are also an exception, because in Damsel’s chapter, both of them have a very strong sense of what they're "supposed" to do, and how things are "supposed" to play out. Akin to a story book, Damsel stays put inside the basement, because she believes her role in this story means her dashing hero is going to rescue her at any moment! The how these types of stories are supposed to work after all! And trust me, Smitten is trying very hard to reach her. He just can't. So yeah. Someone's going to need to go and rescue them both. (and yeah, this is partially an excuse to have Smitten NOT be a voice whispering sweet nothings in Damsel's ear because oh boy we DO NOT need that happening again.) I don't know who exactly would end up picking up Smitten, but it would be interesting to find out what HEA would feel about another princess having that same voice in their ear as she did. (spoiler alert: very bad.) (definitely need to workshop this more, but I have Ideas) (evil ideas)

Side note: in this AU, Smitten has absolutely no recollection of what he did in HEA because that instance of Smitten is absolutely 100% dead. Sorry, that shadow is dead as hell and there is nothing you can do to convince me otherwise. The only way he would be able to find out what he did in HEA’s chapter is if someone were to tell him directly (wink). The amnesia is mostly the same for any other voices that didn't make it to the mirror in a route, like in Unwound Fury or stabbing Apotheosis' eye or turning around post-Chapter 1. Although, that's more like involuntary heavy repression, and although unlikely it's still possible for those memories to come back, although only faintly through deja vu (everyone still remembers Razor though, because reasons). A lot of the princesses also have their own memory shenanigans, as they'll only remember the routes which end with that specific princess being taken by Shifty (so, Witch remembers all the staircase betrayals, but not being handed the blade or being crushed).

WOW this post is long. Hell, this is probably the longest thing I've ever posted on the internet (and definitely the most fleshed out AU I've ever made). If anyone wants to talk about anything related to this, feel free to send me an ask. I love fleshing out details and filling in plot holes. I might even write a thing or two for this, but no promises! (I don't wanna get anybody's hopes up)