#kissteriaverse modern au

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Writer’s Month Prompts Day 8

Day 8: Music

Alright, we’re back on track! Requested by @cosmicrealmofkissteria This was a fun one, thanks! 

Takes place in the Last One Out of Sphynxia universe

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It was Radames’s birthday, so naturally Vinneketh, Masika, Dalila, and Bomani got together to plan a party for him. They invited people they knew, people that Radames knew—they even included the kooky macabre duo of Alice Cooper and Ozzy Osbourne—and planned the get together at Radames’s dojo.

So far it was going wonderfully. Everyone was mingling together and talking—Bomani even spotted Red Lotus and Ozzy Osbourne sitting together, though Gods knew how she could stand his chaotic self. Music was playing from Radames’s record player, a compilation of Cab Calloway music.

“Hey,”

He looked up to find Seb standing beside him, smirking. “In your own head, Lion Boy?”

The corner of Bomani’s mouth quirked up slightly. “Not anymore,”

Seb sat down in the chair beside him. “Radames has some weird music tastes,”

“He just likes what he likes, that’s all,” Bomani replied. “And that includes Cab Calloway.”

“Hey, I’m not complaining. When’s ‘Minnie the Moocher’ coming on? I love that song.”

“I’m more surprised you even know that song,”

Seb shrugged, smirking at him. “I can have expanded horizons, can’t I?”

As soon as he spoke, Bomani heard the opening music to none other than “Minnie the Moocher”. Seb immediately sat up, smiling. “Finally. I was wondering when it was going to start playing.”

Bomani gave a grunt of a laugh, causing Seb to look down at him. “What, you don’t like that song?”

“Never said that. I just think you liking Cab Calloway is a little funny.”

Seb just laughed and sat back down, and then moved to lean his head on Bomani’s shoulder. It seemed other people liked the song as well, because Bomani saw Vinneketh and Demon start swaying along, and Red Lotus’s foot was tapping as she talked with Ozzy.

“Who’s that dancing with Masika?”

Bomani looked, and saw Masika slowly twirling an Arab girl with long, wavy dark hair in place, grinning as the girl laughed. “Oh, that’s Nane,”

“Didn’t know Masika had a girlfriend,”

“They kind of have their own thing going on. They prefer not to try to put a label on it.” Because in Masika’s words, “Society’s gotta label everything and that’s stupid.”

“Hodee hodee ho,” they heard Masika sing loudly.

“Oh my god, stop,” the girl, Nane, laughed.

“C’mon, dance! You’re a good dancer!”

Nane sighed. “Let me guess: we’re going to dance like Cab Calloway?”

“Oh yeah,” Masika grinned. And without another word, he started dancing, waving his arms and shuffling around. Laughing, Nane mimicked his movements, until both of them were dancing around and laughing uproariously. People around them watched in amusement.

“Bomani, c’mon!” Masika yelled at him.

Bomani shook his head. “You can dance like idiots,” he called back. “I’m not gonna.”

“Booo!” they both said at him. Masika turned to Seb. “Seb, c’mon! You love this song!”

Seb shrugged and got up with a grin. “Sure, I’ll dance. I get to dance with a pretty lady.” He winked at Nane.

Bomani rolled his eyes, but felt better when he heard Nane scoff. “That’s all you’re gonna get with me, pretty boy,”

With a flippant shrug, Seb began dancing along with them. Bomani couldn’t help but admire how Seb’s blonde hair fell in front of his face, and how his whole face seemed to light up when he started to laugh.

“Wadee woodee way!”

“Wadee woodee way!” the three chorused.

“Oh, baby!”

“Oh, baby!”

“Wadedewoo!”

“Wadedewoo!”

“Hodee hoh,”

“Hodee hoh,”

Seb glanced over at the watching Bomani… and a sly grin crept onto his face. He slowly danced, though it was more like shuffling, over to Bomani and climbed up onto his lap. “Hey,”

Bomani raised an eyebrow at him in slight amusement. “Hey,”

“Want a lap dance?”

Bomani’s amused look dropped into one of shock. “… What?”

“Too late, it’s happening,”

From over where they were still dancing, Masika and Nane looked over. Nane’s mouth dropped open. “Oh my god!”

Masika broke into laughter and began whooping. “Aow! Get it, Seb!”

For Seb had begun to somehow do a lap dance, swaying his hips along to the song. Bomani tried to tune out the uproarious laughter from the two idiots (Masika and Nane), and instead focused on Seb as the blonde flashed him a grin and kept going. At some point, his hands settled on Seb’s hips, to which Seb gave no reaction other than running his fingers through his hair and tilting his head back as he did so.

“Poor Min, poor Min, poooor Min…”

When the song was over, Seb climbed off Bomani’s lap looking like a cat that had gotten at the cream. Bomani’s entire face was completely red. “Enjoy your lap dance?” Seb asked coyly, wrapping a finger around one of Bomani’s curls.

“Give us an encore, Seb!” Masika shouted.

“Gonna have to pay me this time!” Seb shouted back.

“Nane, do you have any—”

“No, Masika,”

“Okay,”

Seb laughed. “Those two—oh,”

For Bomani had finally decided on what to do, and that was grab Seb by his waist and pull him back into his lap. “Do I get an encore?” he asked lowly, grinning at his boyfriend.

A wide grin spread across Seb’s face to match. “I’ll give you the encore later, Lion Boy,”

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OKAY so y’all remember my story Last One Out of Sphynxia? Well as I said in the post, it’s based off possibly my favorite episode of Steven Universe. So in light of that, I decided I would make my own version of the end credits found in that episode lol. 

@cosmicrealmofkissteria This one’s for you, girl ;) Enjooooy!!

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Gods’ Children AU

OOPS IT’S ANOTHER AU. Lol will I ever stop thinking of these? Probably not. 

So yeah, once again, I in my infinite sappy dorkiness have come up with yet another KISSteria AU. I’m only a little sorry if this is incredibly stupid, but I thought it was a good idea, so I decided to write it out. Shout out to @cosmicrealmofkissteria for letting me ramble to her about this AU idea a couple weeks ago :) Hope you guys enjoy this!

So in this AU:

The Gods of Sphynxia’s pantheon are all regular old mortal humans. They’re just humans, that exist on Earth, and do human stuff.

The Patron Gods of the Warrior Troupe, however, are their parents. 

What does this look like, you ask? WELL... 

SET AND SEKHMET

Set and Sekhmet have the kind of relationship where everyone’s lost as to how Sekhmet puts up with him.

They bicker like, a lot.

But that’s just how they work. There’s no malice in their bickering, and they would rather hurt themselves than even dream of hurting each other. And if it ever does turn into a full-blown fight, they’re able to work it out eventually (it definitely involves angry sex).

Also Sekhmet doesn’t put up with Set’s shit, because she’s kind of a badass.

Set owns a biker joint, and used to be a biker himself, but left his gang after he opened his bar. He was known as the gang’s resident hothead with a “temper of chaos”.

Sekhmet is a kickboxing instructor that used to be a full-time prizefighter. She doesn’t anymore, however.

Bomani is their adopted son; his parents were murdered when he was very young. Set and Sekhmet were their next-door neighbors in the apartment building they lived in, and offered to take him in afterwards.

Well, I say offered; it was more like they fought like hell to make it happen because they were both VERY aware of what the foster system is like, and Bomani was so young and for crying out loud hE JUST LOST HIS PARENTS.

The murderer is, thankfully, in prison. For a while he received letters from both Set and Sekhmet that… let’s just say if the murderer got killed while in prison, the letters would lead to Set and Sekhmet being potential suspects.

Sekhmet and Bomani are the only people you’ll ever see Set be soft around. Everyone else gets his “I have no feelings dumbfuck” side. But it doesn’t change the fact that he would take a bullet for either of them. 

SOBEK AND THOTH

Sobek and Thoth are awkward soft gays that are a beautiful blend of jock and intellectual.

They actually knew each other in high school, and funnily enough had crushes on each other. They ran into each other years later, realized their old feelings were still there, and started dating… and years later they got married.

They like… almost never fight. Sure, they debate, and when they’re tired they’re a little snippy, but they almost never argue. And when they do, they talk it out and have sweet make-up sex afterwards.

Sobek is a professional swimmer and is seriously dedicated to it. The amount of trophies and medals he has is certainly proof of that. Maybe he’s not the quickest-thinking person, but give him time and he can come to a solution for a problem eventually.

Thoth owns a bookstore that has a pretty respectable vintage collection. He’s probably the definition of academia. He’s very smart, has a career as a bookbinder and loves to read, and can quote word for word the beginning paragraph of Pride and Prejudice and the entirety of The Tell-Tale Heart. He’s a skinny, glasses-wearing guy who has really nice handwriting, and loves his husband and son.

(And no, he totally doesn’t stare shamelessly at Sobek when he’s not wearing a shirt… just kidding he totally does)

Dalila is their son, born from a surrogacy, that again, both of them would take a bullet for. They both love to smugly boast about him taking after them; he’s a really good swimmer, and he loves to read.

One of their biggest “proud dads” moments was when Dalila got sent to the office by his first-grade teacher after he kept speaking out in class… by protesting that Christopher Columbus didn’t actually discover America and his voyage led to Indians becoming slaves. (The teacher, of course, neglected to mention that part) 

PTAH AND KHONSU

Ptah and Khonsu are long-term boyfriends that banter with but will raise hell for each other and for Masika.

Like with Set and Sekhmet, they banter, a hell of a lot, but there’s never any malice in there.

What’s funny is, whenever they do argue, usually it’s about a little ridiculous thing. And there will without fail be a point where they stop, take a step back, think about what they’re doing… and crack up laughing.

Ptah is an architect, and he does a very good job; his architectural firm has gained a lot more clients thanks to him. He also likes to build things himself.

Khonsu is an ethologist with a specialty in nocturnal animals. He is very passionate about his job; he will literally go on rants about how intelligent bats actually are and how people zombify them simply because of their connection in fiction to vampires. One time it actually led to him calling someone out on their evident racism, and to Ptah dragging him out of the room before he got into a fistfight.

Masika is actually Ptah’s godson. Though a series of unfortunate and very messy events for all involved, Masika was transferred into Ptah’s custody, and he and Khonsu now co-parent him.

Officially it’s co-parenting; but Masika’s considered them his actual parents for years now.

Masika has a troublemaking streak, and likes to pull admittedly-impressive pranks on people. Ptah blames Khonsu as an enabler, and Khonsu doesn’t protest that because he knows it’s true.

Not that Ptah can say anything—he loves Masika.

Their snark definitely rubbed off on Masika; there’s been many a time where he’s come home with a note from his teacher for being “disrespectful”.

But as mentioned before, even though he’s a snarky, wild little shit, both Ptah and Khonsu would raise hell for him. 

ISIS AND HORUS

Isis and Horus are… pretty much couple goals. They’re a dynamic duo. They’re so in sync with each other. They just… work.

Basically they’re the relationship everyone wishes they had, and that some people are skeptical of its existence.

Isis is a therapist, and has a big clientele because of how good of a therapist she is.

Horus is an ornithologist—or as Sobek calls him, a bird nerd. In fairness, he really loves to study birds. His office is filled with statues of different birds, posters of bird anatomy, the works.

They adopted Vinneketh as their son when he was a little boy. Vinneketh was literally dropped off at an orphanage by his parents, who never explained why and instead just left him there. This, as a result, left him with deep abandonment issues.

And his biological parents better hope they never run into Isis and Horus, because these two are prepared to fight them over this.

A memory that still breaks their hearts to think about is from about a month after they adopted Vinneketh. He decided he was going to wash the dishes for his new parents, and while doing so accidentally dropped and broke a plate. He instantly burst into tears, desperately apologizing and begging them to not send him away.

It’s still a long and winding road, and has involved a lot of therapy and gentle reassurance, but Vinneketh is doing much better.

Also, in the future: Bastet and Hathor are the lesbian power couple that declare themselves Ayesha’s moms, since she already has two dads. Vinneketh and Demon know better than to argue against that. Ayesha’s just stoked to have two moms alongside her two dads. 

In summation: all these couples would all take a bullet and/or raise hell for their sons. So even though they may not be their biological parents, they’re incredibly capable of loving them just as much as a parent should.

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I have just the one from the punk/pastel post! "I love your tattoos" with StarTerror~

(I’m making this a modern au cuz reasons. Also I do what I want and you can’t stop me 😝)

Surprisingly, Nikki wasn’t all that drunk. He was a little put out, honestly, because he’d bowed out halfway through a drinking competition between himself, Tommy, Mick, and Heather. And he was the first one to go. As penance, though, the result of the competition was that Mick had won, and Tommy had hilariously fallen out of his chair when he lost.

To be honest, they all were a bit drunk. He’d lost count of the times he caught Michael and Raz and Gene and Vinnie making out in corners, and Vince was rushing to the bathroom with a different girl every half hour or so. As of right now, Gene and Vinnie had disappeared, probably to a bedroom, Michael and Raz were getting a bit handsy in their corner, and Vince was sourly rubbing his cheek from when a girl slapped him hard after he tried to hit on her. Mick was sitting on the couch discussing what sounded like Harry Potter with Heather; Tommy was laughing uproariously with Ace and Peter over something; both Eric’s were chatting up people. As for Paul… where was he?

“Nikkiiiiii!” 

Ah, there he was. He had grabbed hold of Nikki’s arm with a drunkenly happy smile on his face and practically collapsed against him in what he clearly thought was a hug. Nikki grinned at him, wanting to laugh. “Hey, Princess. I was just lookin’ for ya,” 

Paul grinned. “Awww, you were? That’s so sweet.” He pressed a loud kiss to Nikki’s cheek. “This is the only place I can kiss because it doesn’t have tattoos. Not that I don’t like your tattoos—I love your tattoos. I mean, you already know that, don’t you?” He winked at him, giggling.  

Wow—Princess was drunk. Not “shitfaced wasted” drunk, but still pretty drunk. Nikki was sure he’d never seen him this drunk ever. It was… honestly it was kind of weird to see. “Princess—”

“Why do you always call me Princess? I’m a man, silly.” 

Nikki cracked a smile. “So should I start callin’ you Prince instead?” 

“Um…” Paul ducked his head, flushing very obviously. “Noooooo… I kind of like it when you call me Princess…”

“Okay. Princess…” he waited for Paul to stop giggling before continuing, “are you drunk?” 

“Um… maybe a little bit. Don’t… Don’t tell my mother I was this drunk, though. I’ll get an earful from her tomorrow morning if you do.” 

“Don’t worry, Princess; I won’t rat ya out to your mom.” At least Paul had a mom who cared… 

Suddenly Heather appeared, placing her hands on her hips and giving Paul a disapproving look. “Paul—”

Paul smiled excitedly. “Heather!” He lunged forward and hugged her. “D’you know how amazing you are, Heather? Really amazing, and I love you platonically!”

Surprise flashed across Heather’s face, then she laughed slightly and hugged him back. “I love you platonically too, Paul. But seriously, how many drinks have you had?” 

“Bleventeen,” Paul replied, then burst into giggles. “Heehee, get it? Like from Gravity Falls?” 

“Yeah, Paul, I get it. Now be serious.” 

“Um… teeeeeennn?” 

Heather’s face dropped. “Oh Gods. Paul, you should probably lie down.” 

“Yeah, okay… I probably should…” 

She turned to Nikki. “Nikki, could you take him upstairs? He should lie down, and drink some water.” 

“Sure thing.” He started to gently tug Paul away. “C’mon, Princess.” 

Paul giggled and clung to his arm. “Okay…” 

Nikki led him upstairs and went to find an empty guest room. Luckily, the first one they checked was empty, and he led Paul inside. “Okay, Princess, you—”

“Shhhhhh,”  Paul leaned up and pressed a finger to his lips. “I wanna see if…” 

He trailed off, and there was silence. Then Nikki suddenly heard a voice he recognized as Vinnie’s shout, “Oh Gods, YES!” 

A smile stretched across Paul’s face, and he leaned in close to Nikki. “Gene and Vinnie are screwing,” he whispered. Then he burst into giggles, like it was the funniest thing he’d ever heard. 

Nikki sighed, but still smiled fondly at Paul. Why do I like you so much? “That’s great, Princess, but you gotta lie down.” 

“Oh, right.” Paul stumbled over to the bed and sat down, then lay down against the pillows. For a moment, Nikki had to stop and admire how Paul’s curly hair fanned out against the pillows, then he went over to the bedside. “I’ll go get you a glass of water, okay?” 

“M’kay,” Paul closed his eyes. “Thanks, Nikki. I like you.” 

No, that definitely wasn’t the lovely warmth he got when he was with Paul spreading through him from his chest.

… Okay, it totally was. Paul knew he wasn’t ready for that yet, the “L” word. He knew, and he didn’t care. 

Nikki smiled at him. “I like you too, Princess,” 

He waited long enough to see Paul smile, then turned to leave and get the glass of water, closing the door behind him. 

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“Can we make cake? I like cake.” Heather & Mick? Lol. Bonding with lil' Ayesha between them with cake? 🍰🍰🍰

So this started out light and happy, then got a little angsty. But I like what I came up with, so I hope you like it too! This is set in a modern AU again, because that’s the idea I had. Put under a cut because this turned from a drabble into a full-length oneshot—in other words, another day in the life of me lol. Enjoy!

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It wasn’t too bad an atmosphere; Heather sat on one end of her couch reading a book, while Ayesha sat on the other side, leaning against the armrest and watching an episode of DuckTales, occasionally giggling at what was happening. Heather had to crack a smile whenever she heard it. She’d agreed to watch Ayesha while Demon and Vinneketh had a much-needed Date Night. 

Had she said yes rather quickly when Vinneketh called and asked? Maybe…

Okay, yes, she had. The past couple weeks hadn’t been good mental health-wise, and she knew from experience that the last thing she needed to do was be alone. So even if it was just babysitting her little niece while her dads no doubt screwed each others’ brains out, at least she wasn’t by herself. She needed distractions. 

But it seemed the universe was not on her side tonight, because she gazed uncomprehendingly at the page of her book, eyes going over the words for the third time in a row. She sighed quietly. Was it too much to ask to not feel bored and useless for once? 

“Auntie Heather,” Ayesha suddenly turned from the TV to her. 

Grateful for the distraction, Heather looked up from her book. “Yeah, sweetie?” 

Ayesha kicked her feet. “I’m bored… Can we make something?” 

“You mean like bake something?” Ayesha smiled and nodded her head. After a moment, Heather smiled slightly and set aside her book to stand. “Okay, sure. Let’s go see what I’ve got.” 

Ayesha jumped off the couch and eagerly ran to the kitchen, while Heather walked behind her with a smile. As bad as she’d been feeling lately, she couldn’t not smile around her niece. 

When she entered the kitchen, Ayesha was looking in her cabinets for something to make. Heather tried to remember whether she had anything; she used to have brownie mix, but she was pretty sure she’d used it…

“Find anything?” she asked. 

At that moment, Ayesha opened another cabinet and grinned excitedly, then reached inside. She pulled out a small box and proudly showed it to Heather. It was a box of strawberry cake mix. 

“Can we make cake?” Ayesha asked. “I like cake!” 

Heather smiled. “Sure. Let me see that.” She took the box from her niece and looked on the back to see what they would need. She had canola oil, her measuring cups were clean… did she have eggs? 

She went to her fridge and opened it to look inside. No eggs. Frowning, she turned to Ayesha apologetically. “I’m sorry, sweetie, I don’t have any eggs.” 

Ayesha deflated. “Aww…” 

Heather suddenly didn’t want to go back to reading her book. “Maybe we can ask Mick if he has any eggs,” she offered. 

Thankfully, Ayesha perked up at that. “Can we?” she asked hopefully. 

“Yeah, we can. Let’s go.” 

They left her kitchen and went out of her apartment into the hallway, Ayesha happily skipping along beside her. Heather was pretty sure she knew why; Ayesha was perhaps the one person besides Vince, Nikki, and Tommy that actually liked Mick. And besides Heather herself, of course. 

Mick, actually, had been the person whose door Heather had been knocking on the most lately. A part of her felt bad she wasn’t going to Starchild, because she knew Starchild would drop everything if he knew she was having a horrible day. But then again, it was also for that reason that she didn’t go to him; he had his own things to deal with, and she didn’t want to turn her best friend into her therapist, and also because, although she loved him platonically, he just didn’t get it. But Mick got it; he knew what it was like to be in constant pain, whether that be physical or mental. And he was always ready with a drink if Heather needed one. 

The two of them went across the hall to Mick’s apartment and knocked. There was a short pause, then Mick opened the door slightly and peered out. He opened the door all the way when he saw it was Heather. “What’s the problem?” 

Heather was about to respond when Ayesha did it for her. “Hi, Uncle Mick!” she chirped. 

Mick looked down, and smiled slightly when he saw Ayesha. “Hey there, kiddo. How’s it goin?” 

“Aiutu and Baba are spending time together,” 

“I’m watching her for the night,” Heather clarified. 

“Oh. So, what’s up?” 

“Do you have any eggs? Preferably three?” 

“Yeah, why?” 

“We’re making cake, Uncle Mick!” Ayesha happily explained. “But we don’t have any eggs.” 

Mick nodded solemnly. “I see. Hang on a second.” He turned and disappeared into his apartment, and Heather heard the sound of him rifling through his kitchen. He came back a few moments later with three eggs in a plastic bag and gave it to Heather. “Here ya go.” 

Heather smiled. “Thanks. We’ll bring you a piece when we’re done if you want.” 

“Sure. Been a while since I had cake.” 

They were at her door when Mick called behind them. “Hey,” 

Heather turned to find him leaning against his doorframe. “You, ah… need any help?” he asked, a bit awkwardly. 

Heather raised an eyebrow at him questioningly. But she looked down at Ayesha all the same. “What do you think, sweetie? Should we let him help?” 

Ayesha nodded excitedly. “Yeah!” She ran over to Mick and grabbed his hand to pull him back over to Heather. “Come on, Uncle Mick!” 

And that was how Heather ended up in her kitchen with her little niece and her grumpy guitarist neighbor, keeping watch so they didn’t try to dip fingers into the cake batter. 

“Ayesha, no,” she tried to scold, but Ayesha was already licking the batter on her finger. “Don’t do that.” 

“But it’s good, Auntie Heather!” Ayesha protested. 

“You’ll get sick, and your dads will—hey!” 

While she was distracted, Mick had swooped in and dipped his own finger in the cake batter. Heather gave him a disapproving look. “You too?” 

Mick shrugged. “Hey, it’s good,” 

“Told you!” 

Heather sighed. “Fine. I was going to be the responsible adult here, but you know what?” She dipped a finger of her own in the cake batter and tasted it. It was good; really good. 

Mick smirked at Ayesha triumphantly. “We got her, kiddo,” 

Heather rolled her eyes as Ayesha giggled. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’ll go put this in the oven. You two go wait in the living room.” 

She had closed the oven, set the timer, and was about to join the two in the living room when she suddenly heard Ayesha’s voice. “Uncle Mick?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Is Auntie Heather okay?” 

Heather froze. There was a moment where Mick didn’t speak, then she heard him reply. “Sure she is. But you don’t have to worry about her.” 

“But she looks sad, Uncle Mick,” 

“Like I said, kiddo, you don’t have to worry about her. She’ll be okay.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Positive,” 

“… Okay,” 

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The trio played UNO while they waited for the cake to bake, then sat around Heather’s table eating pieces. Heather smiled, laughed, ate her cake, and tried to forget about what she had heard. But no matter how much she tried, she couldn’t. 

Your own niece can see something’s wrong with you, and she’s a child. How pathetic is that? 

Mick left after a while, and a couple hours later Ayesha fell asleep on Heather’s couch, her sugar crash helping her get tired enough to sleep. Demon and Vinneketh came to pick up their daughter around midnight, leaving with a few pieces of cake, and Heather was once again left alone. And once again, she found herself walking across the hall and knocking on Mick’s door. Mick, thankfully still awake, wordlessly let her inside. 

“I heard what Ayesha said earlier,” she said once she’d sat down on his couch. “Could she really tell? Is it that obvious?” 

Mick sat down in his armchair across from her and put his feet up on the coffee table, crossing his arms. “She could tell something was up. But that’s it. She wouldn’t know you’ve got depression, she’s just a kid.” 

“I know, but…” Heather sighed. “The fact that she could still tell something was wrong… What does that mean? Is that bad?” 

“It’s not bad,” Mick replied bluntly. “All it means is that Ayesha’s a perceptive kid. But her brain’s not gonna automatically know what’s going on. And she’s probably not even going to think about it anymore.” 

Heather thought about what he said. He was right. She sighed heavily again and ran a hand through her hair. “I guess you’re right… why am I even worrying about this? I just… I don’t want to… give her what I have somehow…” 

Mick shrugged. “Seems pretty fuckin normal to me, what you’re thinking. And I think if she did know the truth, she wouldn’t give two shits. She loves you.” 

Heather cracked a smile at that. “She does… She likes you too.” 

“Exactly. And fuck if I know how, but hey.” 

Heather scoffed at him. “You’re not so bad. You’re a grumpy old ass, but you can be pretty nice when you’re not sassing people.” 

“Pretty sure sassing people is the reason we’re friends, McMann,” 

Smiling, Heather looked up at him. “And I wouldn’t trade that for anything, Massacre. I’m glad we’re friends.” 

Mick smirked back at her, but it looked more like a genuine smile. “Same here… Nice to have a friend that actually drinks quality booze.” 

Heather laughed, then stood back up. “I think I’ll go have another piece of that cake.” 

“You should be sleeping,” 

“Says the nocturnal animal.” 

“Touche,” 

Mick walked her to the door, then watched as she walked back across the hall to her apartment. She smiled at him. “Thanks for the talk. You know I’m here if you ever need to talk, right?” 

“Yeah, I got that. Night.” 

“Goodnight,” 

And with that, Heather closed her door and went to go get another piece of cake. It actually tasted better this time around. 

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“I have a hole…in my side.” - “I’m sorry, what?” - “I was shot.” StarTerror? 💙💜

(So update: Holmes and Watson is still incredibly stupid and I still could have lived a full life watching it once and then never again, but at least it’s over now. Thank you @ashestoashesvvi and @cosmicrealmofkissteria for coming to my aid and sending me writing prompts so I can forget this experience. And now onto the drabble!)

(I’m making this a modern au again just so I can make this idea work.)

Okay, so maybe Nikki was concerned by the fact that the man he was in love with was a police officer. So sue him. It was perhaps the first time he’d ever cared about an officer of the law, seeing as he had often been on the wrong side of it. But he wasn’t worried. Not one bit. 

… Okay, maybe he was worried a little bit. It was just that Paul was so dedicated to his job, and Nikki knew better than anyone the kind of horrible motherfuckers there were out there. 

So when he opened the door to his apartment to see who had knocked, and found Paul sagging against the doorframe with his face scrunched up in pain, he could perhaps be forgiven for freaking out just a little bit. 

“Holy shit, Princess, what the hell happened to you?!” Nikki practically shouted. 

Paul stumbled through the door and leaned against the wall. “Ah—ow… I’m sorry… I need to stay somewhere for the night and you were the closest… you don’t mind, do you?” 

“No, just… c’mon in. You need to sit down.” Nikki shut the door and slung Paul’s arm around his shoulders. He supported him in walking to the couch, where Paul collapsed, groaning in pain and holding his side. “Jesus, Princess… you look like shit.” He went to place his arm around Paul’s waist. “Did something—”

Paul’s face contorted in agony as Nikki’s hand touched his side. “Owww, don’t touch there!” 

Nikki’s hand shot away. “The fuck happened to you?” And no, that wasn’t panic making his heart pound. 

… Okay, it was. 

Paul sighed heavily and wiped sweat from his brow. “I have a hole… in my side…”

All Nikki could do was gawk, hoping to God that didn’t mean what he thought it meant. “I’m sorry… what?!” 

“I was shot, Nikki. I. Was. Shot.” 

Nikki stared at him in shock. He’d been shot… and he was still walking around? Jesus Christ… “How the fuck did you get shot, Princess?” 

Paul sighed again and slumped against the couch. “There was a drugs bust, one of them pulled a gun and shot me. It went clean through, and they took him down soon after… I just got released from the hospital, but I think the painkillers are starting to wear off. Could you go get my bag? I have more painkillers in there.” 

He got the orange bottle as requested and a glass of water, and Paul took two tablets and drank the entire glass. He leaned his head back with his eyes closed, and sighed. “Oh thank God, I can feel them working…” He opened his eyes again. “You really wouldn’t mind if I stayed the night? Just for today? I’ll be gone tomorrow; Captain Ehldehr gave me the rest of the week off to recover.” 

“Fuck no, I don’t mind. You got shot, Princess. I’m not about to let you outta my sight for a while.” 

Paul smiled tiredly. “Thank you, Nikki. I know you don’t have the best relationship with the police… but really, thank you.” 

“Hey,” Nikki took Paul’s hand and squeezed it. “You’re not like the other cops I’ve met. You actually care about people. I wish I’d met more cops like you.” 

He squeezed back. “I just think it’s horrible that you haven’t.” There was a pause in which they just gazed at each other, then Paul winced and grabbed his side. “Ow… I should probably lie down.” 

“Oh! Yeah, right. C’mon, you can sleep in my bed for the night. I’ll take the couch.” 

“I don’t want to—ah-hahow… fine…”  

Nikki chuckled at him and kissed his cheek, then helped him stand up and walk down the hallway to his bedroom. 

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Last One Out of Sphynxia

(Alternate title: Bomani is Smitten and Trying His Best, Dalila Tries to Be the Voice of Reason and Fails, and Masika Hasn’t Had This Much Fun in Forever.

Alternate Alternate Title: What the Warrior Troupe Does When Vinneketh’s Not Around)

Summary: Masika is excitedly waiting for Radames to pick him up to take him to a garage band show, while Bomani, who is trying to be a better person and move on from his crush on Vinneketh, agrees to do a puzzle with Dalila, while Vinneketh has Date Night with Demon. However, Radames has to cancel on Masika, much to his disappointment; in an effort to cheer him up, Dalila and Bomani offer go to the show with him. While picking up snacks at the store, a Mystery Guy™️ walks in... and Bomani is smitten. Craziness ensues.

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So I’m in like a really flippin good mood right now, so I decided I’d share a possible story idea with y’all that popped into my head this morning. The title and the plot of the story are taken from an episode of Steven Universe called “Last One Out of Beach City”, so you can just look up the episode if you want a general idea of what would happen. But this is basically the result of what happens when I want to write something with Bomani that’s positive, and I rediscover my love of Steven Universe. It’s a totally dumbass idea but I really want to write it, cuz Bomani deserves happiness, man. Let me know what you think and whether I should write it (though I’ll probably end up writing it anyway lol)!