#now I gotta figure out where to put them there's barely any space

[sonder-writes]

bro 😭 I've been drawing the cover for Settling In which is. taking forever cuz there's so many people lol, but I thought I was finished! only to discover I completely forgot about Diego and Lila 😭

[cjlouwho]

Make It Ours

aka the one where Tommy asks Buck to move in

It started a little ridiculously. Buck didn't usually decorate his place for Halloween, but in his excitement over Bobby being back he'd gotten way too much for the firehouse and had a lot left over. So he took some paper bats home and hung them from his ceiling.

That should have been the end of it.

“We've got enough candy for a small army, I'm sure,” Buck said, resting his head on Tommy's chest, a hand softly rubbing over his pec.

“We don't really have any kids that come out to Harbor. A few of the kids whose parents are on shift will stop by, but that's about it.”

“Were you a Halloween fan growing up?” Buck asked, chills running up his spine as Tommy's fingers massaged his scalp.

“Oh yeah. We didn't really have the money to afford costumes, but I'd make stuff from old sheets or clothes that didn't fit me anymore. There was one year where-” Tommy stopped suddenly, and Buck looked up at him to see him staring out over the loft. “Are your bats animatronic?” he asked.

Buck's eyebrows furrowed. “What?”

Tommy nodded his head in their direction. “They're moving.”

“Oh,” Buck glanced back briefly. “Probably the air coming on. Makes them swing sometimes.”

Tommy halfway settled back into the bed, but it didn't last very long, because soon enough one of those “decorations” started flying directly into the bedroom. Then there was another, and another.

“Evan, you have bats!” Tommy exclaimed.

“I- oh my God, I have bats!”

Ironically, Tommy did not love all things that flew. Buck had known this since they went to the zoo two months into their relationship and ventured into the butterfly exhibit. That's when he saw Tommy dripping with sweat, barely taking a breath and clutching Buck's hand until he asked what was wrong.

And now, watching a 6'2 man made mostly out of muscle race to put on a shirt and shorts, foregoing underwear completely, so he could duck out of the loft with a yelp was truly fascinating.

The fact that he only stopped briefly to give Buck a kiss and tell him to grab his things and meet him at his place was the icing on the cake.

That man was inside me twenty minutes ago, Buck thought, a baby bat swooping above him. He felt nothing but pride.

Within an hour, he was bringing a suitcase and work duffel into Tommy's place. Tommy, on his part, had emptied him two extra drawers to go along with the one he already had there. He'd made space for him in the bathroom as well, and cleared a section of the kitchen counter because, “I figured you'd bring some of your cooking stuff with you.”

He wasn't wrong.

It took a few weeks for the bat issue to be resolved, due to the fact that Buck's landlord was out of town and no one else seemed to know what to do.

Once the place had been cleared of the bats, it took extra time for Buck to be able to air out his place and clean the droppings that had been so graciously left behind.

It didn't help that he had a pretty busy schedule, taking extra shifts before he knew he'd have a bat problem.

Eventually, Buck ran out of reasons to keep himself at Tommy's place.

One morning, as he got ready for his 24 and Tommy got ready for his 48, he decided it was time. “I think my place is now free and clear of everything the bats left behind,” he said, pouring coffee into Tommy's travel mug, then swapping it out for his own. “I'll be able to pick up all my stuff after my shift and get out of your hair.”

“Hm," Tommy hummed. "You should just move in here." It was so nonchalant it sounded the same as when he ordered his usual from the taco bar down the street.

Buck froze mid pour. “I- I should what?”

“Move in with me,” he repeated with a shrug, “if you want.” He walked over to Buck and pressed a kiss to his temple. “Think about it, Babe. I gotta go. Love you.”

“Yeah, I- I... I love you too.”

Tommy grabbed his mug off the counter and headed out the door, leaving Buck feeling like a deer in headlights.

Part of him wanted to chase Tommy out the door and ask, “How dare you ask so casually?!” The other part was eternally grateful Tommy exited briskly and gave him time to think it over.

Because, wasn't it too soon? He'd only ever done this moving in together thing one other time, and that wasn't exactly for a good reason.

They'd only said I love you for the last couple months. The words still sounded new, still made his heart swell every time they came out of Tommy's mouth. Still blushed when he said it back.

And did Tommy actually mean it? He did have a dry sense of humor that was sometimes easy to miss. Maybe this was one of those times. It was just a joke and he was meant to brush it off with a laugh.

He wasn't sure how long he actually stood there with a half filled mug of coffee in front of him, but eventually his phone dinged and pulled him out of his thoughts.

Stop panicking. Yes, I meant it. Seriously, just think about it.

Buck rolled his eyes, but couldn't help the smile that rose on his face.

Hate you. Be safe.

He only had to wait a few seconds for a reply.

Love you too. You be safer.

*****

“I'm kind of freaking out,” Buck said as Maddie grabbed her lunch from the fridge.

“Why are you freaking out?”

“Tommy asked me to move in with him.”

She paused briefly, eyebrows going up as she stood at the counter. “Really?”

“Yeah, yeah. Wh- Why really? You think it's too soon, don't you? It's too soon. That's what I thought when he asked, well suggested is more like it. He suggested I move in, and then told me to think about it, and then he left for work and then I left for work. And he told me not to panic and that he actually meant it, but-”

“Buck, I didn't mean anything by my really,” she interrupted, reaching out and squeezing his hand. “Honestly, I figured that was gonna happen once you stayed with him during the whole bat thing.”

“Really?” he asked, surprised. “I- I mean, you did?”

“You already spend more time at his place than your own. The bats were taken care of, what, almost a week ago?”

“Yeah.”

“And how many nights have you stayed at your place since then?”

“Well... Well, I had to work a couple of those days,” he tried to reason, “and then it made more sense to go to his place because we wanted to see each other but we were both tired from work.”

“You don't have to explain yourself, Buck,” she assured him. “I'm only saying it's not actually all that surprising.”

When Buck didn't look any more relieved than when he'd come into the call center, Maddie continued, “Have you made a pro/con list?”

He pulled a piece of paper from his back pocket and laid it on the countertop for Maddie to take. “Of course I did.”

She picked it up and read it over. “Great butt is number three? Did not need to know that.”

“It- It's a very detailed list,” he replied seriously.

“I can see that,” she agreed. “Although I can't help but notice there are no actual cons on this list.” She slid the paper back to him.

“That's why I'm freaking out.”

“Is this a bi crisis?” Josh asked, walking into the break room. “Because, if so, I feel like I should be involved. Also, I've been listening and I have something to say. May I?”

Buck nodded his head, resting his hands on the countertop. “Please. I- I could use all the help I can get.”

“Great. First of all, why are you trying to talk yourself out of it?”

“Because... Because, seven months ago I didn't even know I was bi, and then there was Tommy. And it's been great. He's funny, and kind, and he listens, and he's so hot-"

"Okay," Maddie waved for him to move on.

"Even when we argued, you know, we stuck around and worked it out. It's the healthiest relationship I've ever been in. It's the happiest relationship I've ever been in.”

“God, this sounds awful,” Josh deadpanned.

“Yeah, listen, Buck, if you don't want him I'll take him,” Maddie added with a smile. “I don't think Howie would mind.”

Buck grinned. “I'm just saying, it all seems so fast. I keep trying to think of reasons to say no, or wait a few more months, but I- I can't.”

“Okay, maybe you can't think of a reason to say no, because there's no good reason to say no,” Josh replied. “How's it been staying with him while the bats took over your place?”

“It's... It's been great. I thought there would be a big adjustment, but there really wasn't. He hasn't seemed bothered by my stuff being there, and it's been nice having someone to, ya know, come home to,” he added, a blush rising on his cheeks.

“Have you had any of the big conversations yet?” Maddie asked. “You know, kids, marriage, stuff like that?”

“Mhm. We agree on everything.”

Josh glanced at Maddie before replying. “I really don't see the problem here, Buck.”

“You don't think it's too soon?”

“I think,” Josh sighed. “I think life is really short, which you probably know better than anybody. And if Tommy makes you as happy as it sounds like he does, then you're the only one stopping you from that happiness.”

Buck rubbed the back of his neck, letting out a deep breath. “Sometimes, I still feel like a fraud,” he admitted. “Like it all came too easy. You know, I- I've heard how rough it was for Tommy to come out and all the crap he went through for years. I figure out I like guys and get a boyfriend in the same day, six months later he's asking me to move in and I can picture my entire life with him.”

“I think that's your brain messing with you,” Josh said. “Because to me, it sounds like you've had thirty-three years of searching for something that feels real, and good, and settled. And you've found it with Tommy.”

Maddie nodded. “I agree. He's good to you, Evan. Everyone can see you two love each other. I can honestly say I've never seen you happier or more sure of yourself. You don't need to doubt that. You need to let yourself have a win.”

A smile started to grow on Buck's face. He was pretty sure he'd already made up his mind, but there was still one thing that worried him. “What if it doesn't work out?”

“Then you do the opposite of what you're about to do,” Josh answered simply, “and you move back out.”

*****

Tommy already knew Buck was at his place before he got inside. The giant Jeep in his driveway was always a dead giveaway.

Half of him expected Buck's things to be neatly packed up by the door, ready to move back into his loft until his lease was officially up.

The other half expected him to be sitting on the couch with a downcast look on his face that said I'm not ready to move in with you without having to actually say it.

What he didn't expect was the door to swing back on him due to it slamming into boxes.

Once he managed to hold the door open and scoot inside, he looked around at well over twenty boxes that were littered around the entryway of his place, leading into the living room.

“Evan?” he called out, a smile already on his face.

“Here!” he exclaimed, exiting Tommy's bedroom and hurrying down the hall. “Here, I'm here! So-” Buck paused briefly to give Tommy a peck on the lips, then continued through the maze of boxes as he headed for the kitchen, Tommy following behind. “This isn't everything, obviously, but I don't actually think I'll be bringing all that much from my place. The bats pooped on a lot. Like, a whole lot. Plus, I like your furniture. The kitchen will have to have some new appliances, but I already ordered what the bats, you know, pooped on. You need to let me know what appliances have a family history for you- if that's a thing- before I throw them out. Some of this stuff is, well, it's terrible. Why don't you sharpen your knives, Tommy? Mind blowing. I know the boxes are kinda a mess, but I didn't want to unpack without you because that feels like me just taking over, ya know, and I don't wanna-”

Buck was stopped by Tommy grabbing hold of his hand and pulling him in close. He wrapped his arms around Buck's waist, and Buck's arms rested over Tommy's shoulders.

“I'm guessing this is a yes to moving in?” Tommy asked, nose scrunching up in a smile.

Buck let out a deep breath, grinning back. “Yes. It- It's a yes.”

“You didn't freak out too much?”

“I didn't freak out at all,” Buck protested weakly.

“Evan.”

“Okay, I freaked out a little,” he replied, ducking his head, “but not for the reasons you think.”

Tommy tilted Buck's chin so their eyes met. “What reasons?”

“I... The fact there wasn't a reason to say no. I- I freaked because it felt like it should feel too soon, but it didn't. It doesn't. It feels right.”

That's when Tommy leaned in for a kiss far less chaste than the one Buck had given him when he opened the door.

“Do we have to start unpacking tonight?” Tommy asked when they parted, resting their foreheads against one another.

Buck shook his head. He brought his hands to the nape of Tommy's neck and drew him in again, his tongue parting Tommy's lips. Clumsily, they began making their way toward their bedroom without letting one another go.

“Maybe we could work on christening the place then?” Tommy suggested, his nose brushing up against Buck's cheek. “For good luck or whatever.”

“Mmm,” Buck moaned, grabbing at the hem of Tommy's shirt and pulling it over his head quickly, tossing it on top of a box. “You have the best ideas, roomie.”

Tommy snorted at that, his head tossing back in laughter. “God, I love you.”

Somehow, they managed to make it to the bedroom, and Buck gently pushed Tommy down before crawling over him, leaning down to whisper against his lips, “I love you too.”

[princessbrunette]

all of a sudden, jj suddenly felt severely underdressed in his black muscle tank and cargo shorts. it’s not that he hadn’t been in a strip club before, he’d just never come to see pogue!bunny!reader at her place of work.

you’d left your shoes at the chateau after one of the many infamous pogue parties that you’d been invited to. if it were any other kind of cheap shoes, you’d probably just said forget about it. but for some bizarre reason, you’d worn some of your prettiest shoes that cost you an arm and a leg from the bills thrown your way at the club, so you’d been damned if you let those just get tossed in the trash because guys don’t know the value of things.

jj had actually used it as an excuse to slide into your instagram dms. shooting you a super casual ‘hey, left your shoes at the chateau. want em back?’ to which you responded ‘my hero!!!! <3’ and so on. anyway, the agreement was — he’d bring your shoes to you on your break.

it’s not as grimy on the inside as it is on the outside, but he doesn’t have much time to look around before he’s hearing the slapping of bare feet through the hallway — and suddenly a scantily dressed figure is throwing itself into his arms in the dimly lit space.

“holy— jesus christ.” he catches you anyway, though you can tell he doesn’t know where to put his hands, settling on the fat just beneath your ass. he swore you were put on this earth to tempt him.

“you came!” you smile in that melodic voice, unhardened by your surroundings. hell, he nearly did come.

“well, you called.” he shrugs, trying to be all nonchalant about it. he swings the shiny pink heels around his fingers and you squeal, taking them from him. “yeah— so, uh— if that’s all i could probably just see myself ou—” he juts a thumb towards the exit, going to stuff one hand in his pocket and missing all together as he backs away. he wasn’t sure why he was being so awkward, aside from the fact you were just stood infront of him wearing a tiny little triangle bra and a g string.

“stay!” your brows furrow adorably and it physically pains his chest, infact — he’s pretty sure he had a physical reaction, face screwing up with a wince. how does one tell the girl he’s attracted to that if he stays any longer he will pop a hard on? “s’the least i can do. come watch the show. i can hook you up with wings and some beers for free?” you bat your faux-lashes, the glitter on your cheekbone glowing in the low lighting as you tilt your head sweetly, putting on a show to convince him.

“wings, beer n’ boobs? you’re talkin’ my language young lady.” he smirks, unable to hide his usual ways and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“yay, follow me!” you grip his hand, long acrylics scratching against his wrist and he rolls his lips together, eyes practically following each jiggle of your ass cheek as you walk before he even realises he’s in the main section. you settle him in, a little booth that usually probably occupies pervy businessmen— which really makes the blonde feel out of place. he came alone, and now he was sat here — occupying a booth. what kind of creep comes to watch strippers alone?

he’s about to jump up and make up an excuse to leave in pure embarrassment, but you’re smoothing your hands along his shoulders, batting your lashes and telling him you wish you could stay and chat but you’ve gotta go dance, and that his wings and beer will be coming soon. he blinks at you, under a trance and settles into the worn and suspiciously sticky leather arm chair.

soon you’re up on that stage and he wants to sink into the fucking ground. you’re unbelievably hot, and now it’s like something out of a porno he made in his mind, watching you saunter around the pole, dropping down to the ground and arching your back, shaking the meat of your ass effortlessly as faceless men throw money your way. he had nothing to throw but some receipts and old nickels in his pockets and he didn’t think you’d appreciate that — which didn’t matter anyway, because he was somewhat stuck to his seat.

he lifts his hands to adjust his cap before realising he’s not wearing one, and just as he realises his dick is sitting hot, heavy and hard in his shorts— you’re off stage, bounding over with everything jiggling. lord help him.

he thinks he might die when you clamber confidently onto his lap, straddling him front on.

“so how was it jayj did you like it? i know it’s a lil’ weird seeing me up there, i’m your friend n’all but was the song choice good atleast?” you tilt your head like a befuddled puppy dog before wriggling around— crotch to cock. “oh, nevermind. i can feel that you’re like super hard so i take it that you liked the show!” you smile, like you’d just said the most innocent sentence in the world. jj blinks, lips agape.

“uh— y—no, yeah it was… well, y’know. the body doesn’t lie.” he bucks his hips lightly in gesture before immediately internally questioning why he’d do something so creepy. luckily, you giggle — but he’s not sure if it’s because you liked it or because you’re well trained.

“well, next time you get paid come get a lapdance i’ll fix that problem jayj, even give you a discount.” you let that giggle slip through again, but there’s a breathiness to your tone that feels all too real. his brows jump up, eyes flickering unashamedly to your tits as you lean forward to his ear. “or jus’ get me drunk again next weekend? will probably do it for free ‘cus i like you.” you admit, looking all nervous when you pull back. you just shook your ass on stage, yet jj maybank was making you flustered.

“for sure. yeah uh— can… can definitely do that. yep.” he plays it calm and collected, sees you out with another bone crushing hug against your tits before speed walking to his company truck that he drove over here. his shift was over, so he wasn’t rushing to get back to work. moreso to beat off in the parking lot thinking about pulling that g-string of yours to the side.

[saigethearies]

saige’s terrortober presents…

trust me

while on an expedition into space, your budding romance with osamu came as a pleasant surprise- the murderer hiding amongst your crew, not so much.

alien!osamu miya x fem!reader

contents/warnings: murder, manipulation, and slight yandere, side character deaths, service dom!osamu, unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral (f! receiving), size kink, osamu is PACKING, praise, belly bulge, dacryphilia, use of pet names, betrayal, angst in the end, osamu still has his dyed hair but he’s in his twenties, this is basically an among us au bare with me

wc: 6.7k

18+ MINORS DNI

an: this one is posted a little late but it works out so it gets to be posted on samu’s actual bday!

“the fuck you mean you found a dead body?” terushima bites out from next to you.

your brain felt like it was lagging as panicked voices sounded off around you. there was no way one of your crewmates was dead. you’d all had multiple health screenings before getting admission into the space exploration program. no one would have gotten the green light if they were in bad health, so how could they just have died? and within the first week?

unless…

“there were multiple stab wounds,” director takeda said, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible to prevent the surrounding tension from worsening. “as of right now, we can only assume it was a homicide.”

the room fell silent as everyone let the news sink in.

“ya gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me,” a voice drawls from across the circular table. “we’re stuck on this floatin’ hunk of metal and we’ve gotta damn killer on the loose?”

atsumu miya had a scowl on his face, arms crossed over his chest.

“if that’s the case then we need to start narrowing suspects down now,” oikawa followed up. “someone in this room is a murderer, unless we have a stowaway hiding somewhere.”

“security is top notch, there’s no way someone would have been able to sneak on,” kanoka rebutted.

“well then,” daishou started. “it’s time to start hearing some alibis.”

“i was doing weapons,” asahi supplied.

“i can vouch, i was in the room with him,” oikawa added, the other nodding in agreement.

one by one, all of your crewmates stated where they were, what they were doing, who they were with.

“i was in navigation with the twins trying to get the ship back on course,” suna said. “since dumb and dumber decided it would be a good idea to push a bunch of random buttons.”

“i was tryin’ t’ find the air conditionin’!”

“don’t rope me in with his bullshit,” osamu miya muttered from besides his brother.

you spared a quick glance at the grey-haired man. out of all the people on the ship, he seemed to be the one you always found your eyes wandering to.

“where were you?”

the question pulled you back into focus. you turned to see terushima staring down at you, awaiting your response.

“i was reading some samples in med bay.”

his eyes narrowed. “did anyone see you?”

you blinked. no, no one saw you, but that’s because you were the only scientist hired on with a medical background. most of your time in med bay was spent alone.

would that make you look suspicious?

you figured that honesty was the best policy, so you went ahead and told the truth.

“no, i was there alone- but no one else is ever really in there unless they need treatment or need to run an errand, if that makes any difference.”

“so what i’m hearing is that you don't have a solid alibi.”

you felt your hands start to shake. “i-i guess not…”

“let’s hear where the hell yer ass was, terushima.”

the two of you turned to see osamu’s dark grey eyes trained on the man interrogating you. the intensity in them almost sent a chill down your spine.

“ya seem desperate t’ go ahead and put blame on the lil’ lady without even giving yer own alibi yet.”

was he defending you?

terushima sent him a glare. “i was emptying the trash in storage. daishou saw me when he passed by.”

a furrow appeared on said man’s brow. “uh, hate to say it man, but i don’t remember seeing you there.”

“the hell do you mean? you literally walked right by me!”

“the only people i remember seeing before the emergency alarm sounded off was kanoka and the director in shields. i was dropping off some supplies for them.”

“you can’t be serious right now!”

“well look who doesn't have a solid alibi now,” atsumu taunted. “it seems t’ me like yer dejectin’-”

“projecting,” suna corrected.

“-projectin’ onto someone else because ya don’t wanna look guilty.”

“you’re trying to imply that i did this?” terushima shouted.

“if the shoe fits.”

“that’s enough,” director takeda declares, getting the bickering to subside before it could escalate further. “we don’t need to jump to conclusions and we don’t need to fall into hysteria, either. making a rash decision based on little evidence won’t help anything. the body was found near the reactors, so on the complete opposite side of the ship from where everyone allegedly was. Therefore, we don't really have any leads at the moment.”

“so what do we do?” asahi asked, anxiety written all over his face.

“for now, everyone just stay alert and on guard. try to stay in groups or at least pairs if you can. i don’t think the killer will lash out if more than one person is around, and if worst comes to worst, we’d at least be able to pick out who was with who. if you do notice anything suspicious about a fellow crewmate, come report to me directly. rumors will only cause trouble. understood?”

everyone gave their confirmation, you barely being able to mutter yours out.

there was really a killer amongst your ranks.

you were stuck on a ship traveling further into outer space with a murderer.

“good. meeting adjourned, everyone back to your tasks.”

you turned back towards med bay, practically moving on autopilot as your mind picked apart every piece of information you just received.

“i find it interesting that the person closest to the reactors at the time of the murder was you. that is, if your story was even true”

the voice was followed by a hand roughly grabbing onto your arm, halting your retreat. you turned to see terushima’s glare trained on you, his grip tightening. “everyone else might be letting your shitty alibi slide, but i'm not.”

“your own alibi wasn’t even solid,” you argued back, trying to wrench free from his grasp. “you don't have any right to accuse me, if anything i could be saying the same things to you right now.”

“you’re a lot more combative than you were a few minutes ago. i guess you dropped the quiet, innocent girl act now that we're not surrounded by others, right?”

you wanted to deck this guy. how dare he continue to try and accuse you of one thing after another when you haven't done anything wrong. especially after his own shaky alibi had been exposed.

“that’s not the case at all, i just don’t like to be bothered by a hypocrite!”

“i’ll show you a fucking-”

“get yer filthy hands off’a her.”

osamu was at your side before you could even register. while the expression on his face seemed blank, terushima could see the silent fire raging within his eyes, practically challenging him to try and disobey the grey-haired man’s order.

still, the shorter man made no move to release you, which prompted your unexpected savior to speak again.

“if i have t’ tell ya twice, yer not gonna like what happens next.”

with that, terushima finally released you. he scoffed before turning to storm out of the room.

you let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding in.

“ya alright, there?”

looking up you met the dark, concerned eyes of osamu. the contact had the inside of your stomach turning into an ocean, waves swirling around within you as you held his gaze.

“i’m okay, thank you,” you said, trying to ignore the feeling of your cheeks heating up. “he seemed relentless, so i really do appreciate you stepping in.”

a smile then appeared on osamu’s face, and you wanted to burn the image into your memory forever because goodness did that man look handsome.

“it’s no worries, my ma taught me better than t’ just stand by when a lady’s ‘n trouble.”

you felt the corners of your own lips curl upwards. “well then she did a really great job.”

“how ‘bout i walk ya back to med bay,” he offered. “director said we needa stick together, wouldn’t feel right if i just let ya wander off alone.”

the waves inside your stomach felt as if they were growing to tsunami-level proportions. you had clearly noticed that osamu was a handsome man the day the crew was all introduced to each other, but you reasoned that you had a job to do on this ship so you couldn’t let yourself get distracted by what was essentially a schoolgirl crush.

now, however, the person of your attraction was guiding you through the halls with a large hand placed on the small of your back.

“i feel like we’re ‘n the start of’a nightmare,” osamu said, pulling you out of your thoughts. “can’t believe shunki got offed by someone on the damn crew.”

“yeah, it’s insane,” you replied. “i still can’t really wrap my head around it.”

“ ‘m sure that terushima jackass barkin’ atcha hasn't made it any easier for ya, huh?”

you sighed. “no, but i guess he does have somewhat of a reason. my alibi can't be corroborated by anyone. besides, nerves are running rampant right now, so i can't really blame him.”

the two of you reached med bay, osamu reaching for the handle and opening the door before you could even lift a finger. he was every bit as chivalrous as he was handsome, your knees feeling slightly weaker as he ushered you inside.

“well i think his reason for comin’ atcha was bullshit. he doesn’t have a solid story, either, so his whole outburst is rubbin’ me the wrong way. be careful ‘round him, will ya?”

the thought had crossed your mind during your earlier altercation with terushima. you knew you weren’t a killer, but him? it could be entirely plausible that a murderer had just been laying his hands on you. if osamu hadn’t come to your aid…

“i’ll try and steer clear of him,” you replied. “thank you again, osamu. i appreciate it, really.”

“of course,” he replied with a smile coming back onto his face. “and you can call me ‘samu.”

returning his kind expression, you nodded your head before turning to grab the samples you were working with earlier.

“anythin’ i can help ya with while ‘m here?”

“you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to, walking me back was already sweet enough of you.”

“nah, we gotta stay ‘n pairs, remember? can’t let ya just sit here by yerself with a killer on the ship.”

by the look on his face, you could tell osamu wasn’t going to take no for an answer, so you relented by pointing to the wireless connection panel on the wall across from you.

“i think that could use some maintenance.”

_____

while very tense, the next few days were quiet. no more killings, no odd behavior from anyone- besides terushima’s rotten attitude towards you, but at this point you were just getting used to it. everyone was taking it day by day, each uneventful twenty-four hours being looked at as a win. crew morale was constantly wavering, however. it was hard to feel confident in your coworkers when one of them was secretly a murderer.

your safe haven amidst all of the suspense was osamu.

he continued to spend hours at a time with you in med bay, your once silent workplace now filled with chatter and laughter. when it came time for him to leave to go attend to other tasks, you would often tag along.

“buddy system, right?” he would say.

atsumu and suna would also occasionally find themselves keeping the two of you company in med bay. watching the three of them banter was probably the best entertainment you were going to get on the spacecraft. with the way the dark-haired man interacted with the twins you would think that they’ve all known each other for a very long time, so you were surprised to learn that they’d only just met at the start of the expedition.

“it literally reminds me of mustard,” suna remarked, earning a burst of laughter from osamu.

“shut yer trap, sunarin!”

“did you just not think to use toner?”

“there is nothin’ wrong with my hair!” atsumu defended.

the bickering had been going on for the past five minutes, suna always finding a way to goad the blonde into being his personal entertainment. he almost had a talent for being able to get under either of the twin’s skin, antagonizing them almost as much as they antagonize each other.

“if yer worried ‘bout what's wrong with ya then yer hair is the least of yer worries,” osamu piped up, earning a small giggle from you. you were too engrossed in recording your sample data to notice the content smile come onto the grey-haired man’s face at hearing your laugh.

he came up behind you, leaning down so that his head was hovering above your shoulder. “what ya got goin’ on here?”

you kept your face turned down towards your desk, not wanting him to catch onto the way your cheeks were heating up at his close proximity. “just going over the results from asahi’s blood test.”

it was no doubt to you that after spending so much time together, there was…something brewing between you and osamu. at first you figured it was just physical attraction, but the more you were around him, the more you began to realize that wasn’t the case.

you felt a comfort with the man you hadn’t felt with anyone else before- not any of your friends, not any of your exes, not even your family. there was no denying that there was a genuine connection there, and whether you were falling for him so quickly because of the circumstances or because you were truly that into him, you didn’t know.

and it didn’t really matter to you, either. every day on this spaceship could end up being your last, so you chose not to waste your time overthinking.

“need any help?”

“no, but thank you, ‘samu. you're always so considerate.”

before he could reply, kissy noises were sounding off from the other two occupants in the room. the glare osamu sent atsumu and suna would probably have most peoples’ stomachs dropping, but the two of them seemed unfazed.

it was then that a red flash illuminated the room, a harsh buzz ripping through the air.

the emergency alarm.

you dropped your pen.

“dammit!” atsumu yelled. “not another murder!”

a hand was placed on the small of your back, guiding you to stand on unsteady legs. “don’t jump t’ conclusions, we don’t know fer sure.”

“well what else would it be?” suna asked.

you began to move towards the door, osamu’s palm not leaving your body.

“i guess we should go find out,” you muttered.

the walk was silent, the once tense atmosphere of the ship now suffocating as days after days worth of anxiety had come to a crescendo. the four of you waited as the cafeteria doors slid open, revealing the rest of your crewmates gathered around the meeting table.

well, all of them except one.

not again…

once you had all gathered around, director takeda spoke the words you’d been dreading to hear since the adjournment of the last meeting.

“another body has been found.”

silence.

“oikawa and asahi found daishou in the electrical room. he wasn’t moving and they couldn’t find a pulse.”

“that’s right around the corner from where the last body was found,” kanoka observed.

“on the same side as med bay,” terushima muttered under his breath, loud enough for you to hear.

you frowned. “can you at least wait until we get all the details before you try and start accusing me?”

“why? we’re already two men down, we can’t let this shit just slide again.”

“we won’t,” takeda firmly interjected. “there were several small bruises on daishou’s neck, so it seems that his cause of death was asphyxiation.”

“so whoever did this was able to choke a grown a man to death with their bare hands,” oikawa observed.

“wouldn’t that mean we have the culprit’s fingerprints?” you asked.

“unfortunately the perpetrator was wearing gloves.”

“damn,’ asahi sighed.

“well if they killed the poor guy with their bare hands then i really don’t think it could be the lil’ lady,” atsumu commented.

“yeah, ya really think these tiny ass fingers could choke a man?” osamu added, lifting your hand up to prove his point. your stomach fluttered when you saw how huge his looked compared to yours.

“here the two of you go fucking defending her again,” terushima barked. “she didn’t even have an alibi last time!”

“neither did you,” suna said.

“yeah, and this time all three of us were with her,” osamu motioned between him, his brother, and their friend. “so she has the damn alibi yer so bent over.”

“okay, so we know oikawa and asahi were together again, then the four of them were with each other,” kanoka listed. “i was checking oxygen levels with the director.”

all eyes turned to the remaining unnamed person.

“terushima, where were you?”

the man blinked. “i was doing weapons.”

“did anyone see you?”

“i-uh, well no, everyone was off doing other things.”

director takeda frowned. “so you have no one to confirm your whereabouts?”

“second time this happened,” oikawa commented.

the pierced man sent the brunette a glare.

“since he mentioned it already, wasn’t daishou the one who denied being able to verify terushima’s story last time? and now he’s dead, too.”

everyone went quiet at suna’s observation, terushima’s eyes widening.

“are you seriously implying that i fucking did this?”

“the evidence isn’t really pointing towards anyone else right now,” kanoka said slowly.

“what the fuck.”

“everyone else has alibis,” oikawa said, prepared to lay the facts on the table.”you’re the only one who’s been unaccounted for both times, and you have a possible motive for the most recent killing. no one else has the cards stacked against them like this.”

terushima looked around the table, everyone regarding him with a careful, withdrawn look.

“guys, come on!”

director takeda took a slow breath. “i’m sorry, terushima. but we’ve already lost two lives, and right now you’re the only suspect. we have to do what’s best for the crew.”

“fuck you,” he bit out, practically snarling. “fuck all of you! what are you gonna do now, shoot me?”

“no,” his superior said slowly.

“the ship has come equipped with a different way to handle violent members.”

_____

never in a million years would you have thought that what director takeda meant is that terushima would get ejected. thrown out into deep space to choke and freeze.

it felt so cruel and unusual. yet, your boss insisted that this was the best way to go about it. keeps the threat away without needing anyone to bloody their own hands.

you tried to take his word for it, but you still couldn’t help but feel that there had to have been a better method.

thankfully, the relief of the murder mystery being solved was enough to keep you from dwelling on it for too long. the atmosphere on the ship was light again, everyone more lively and talkative. there was still an underlying somberness held for those departed, but no more going through the day with bated breath.

well, almost.

you still couldn’t fight the feeling that something was…off.

as if your ship’s little mystery had been solved almost too easily. too conveniently.

“what’s wrong?”

osamu’s voice pulled you from your thoughts, standing at the entryway to your sleeping quarters.

“oh! hey,” you said, getting up from your desk. you had to crane your neck so much to look up at him. you tried to ignore how that fact made your heart skip.

as if he could read your thoughts, the grey-haired man brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear. “ya didn’t answer me.”

you gave him a small smile. “i’m okay, ‘samu, just tired.”

he frowned. “i don’t believe ya.”

a sigh escaped your lips. “i guess i’m just a little overwhelmed. i’m glad we found terushima out and all, but this whole ordeal has just felt like…a lot. and i think i've been struggling to calm down again, after things were so tense for a while.”

“i don’t like seein’ ya this worried, pretty girl like ya shouldn’t be frettin’ over a thing.”

the comment didn’t catch you completely off guard. osamu had started to become a little more flirtatious, but you always figured it wasn’t that serious. probably just a way for him to be affectionate.

as his dark eyes bore into you right now, however, you started to think that might not be the case.

“i’m okay, really.”

the hand that had brushed your hair away hadn’t left your face, thumb brushing against your cheek.

“i can see yer face lookin’ all gloomy,’ he said, moving closer to you. “c’mon, darlin’, talk to me.”

you took a deep, steadying breath. “i just want a break from all the stress.”

his hands were then roaming your back, pulling you into his chest. his lips found themselves at the shell of your ear.

“then let me take care of ya, sweetheart.”

the sexual tension building up over the past week came to boiling point when osamu’s lips slotted against yours, desire spilling over the sides and shrouding each of you in a cloud of desire. he started to press more firmly, tongue sliding in between the seam of your mouth.

he broke away from you. “ ‘s this alright?”

you nodded, eyes wide, before osamu’s lips chased after yours again, hand coming to the zipper of your pink bodysuit. he dragged it down slowly, revealing more of your skin inch by inch.

stepping out of the material, you stood before him in your matching set.

“so damn beautiful.”

you placed your hands on the back of his neck, eyes staring up at him doefully. “wanna see you too, ‘samu.”

“whatever ya want, darlin’.”

he peeled off his own bodysuit next, grey in color, and was left in just his briefs. gently leading you back towards your bed, he laid you down slowly.

kissing you once more, osamu started to move down your body, leaving little pecks against your heated skin in his wake.

“what are you doing?”

“i told ya i was gonna take care of ya, sweetheart.”

he pressed a kiss below your belly button, fingers gripping the hem of your panties. he glanced towards your face, chest tightening at the sight of your lust-blown expression, waiting for your okay. you nodded, and thus osamu peeled the lace off.

grabbing the underside of each of your thighs, he spread them open. kissing the inner part of each of them, his lips then finally descended onto your glistening cunt.

“ ‘samu,” you squeaked out.

he smirked, tongue grazing up and down your sensitive nub. the sensation had you mewling, fingers tangling into his dyed locks. your sounds made osamu smirk against you, adding two fingers into your cunt in hopes he’d hear even more.

the muscle started to move against your clit faster, mouthing against it like he was starved. another finger was then pressed into your pussy. you weren’t used to being stretched that much.

“too much,” you whined out. “ ‘s too much.”

“ya need t’ take it, sweet thing. if yer gonna take my dick later, ya need this.”

you felt your breath catch, the thought of being filled by him leading the heat in your stomach to start building.

finally hitting his fingers against that spongy spot deep within your walls, a cry ripped from you as he started to put all of his focus there. your legs were starting to shake, so osamu decided now was the time to switch up the motion of his tongue, drawing circles on your bundle of nerves.

you spasmed as your orgasm tore through you, whimpers leaving your lips as pleasure overtook every nerve within you.

osamu removed his mouth and fingers from you, inching back up your body before hovering over you.

“did so good, pretty girl, so good.”

you felt his thick fingers creep behind your back, undoing your bra. his eyes drank in the sight of your tits as he pulled the garment off of you.

kisses and bites were littered along your chest, small praises whispered between each. his lips moved back up your neck, leaving a final peck on the tip of your nose before speaking.

“ya think yer ready?”

you knew what he was talking about, nodding your head vigorously, excited to be able to feel all of him.

however, all of that excitement left your body when he finally removed his boxers.

oh…

you should have known. osamu’s whole frame was big and broad. why would his cock be any different?

god, would that even fit? none of your past boyfriends even came close to his size.

he must’ve seen your face grow pale. “what’s the matter, darlin’?”

you gulped.

“...that’s not gonna fit, ‘samu.”

“it will,” he replied, not even seeming fazed by your concern. “trust me.”

“but-”

“ya trust me, right?”

his gaze was zeroed in on yours, and you felt yourself become transfixed by just how endless it seemed, as if the space surrounding your little floating ship existed in osamu’s eyes.

“yeah, i trust you.”

another soft kiss met your lips. “good.”

his thumb was at your clit again, an attempt to distract you from the head of his cock pressing against your opening. he began to push in, a small whimper leaving your lips as you could already feel the burning stretch.

“relax, doll, ya gotta relax.”

more kisses were then peppered against your lips, silent reassurances as osamu entered into you further, each new inch making your brain feel as if it was going to explode.

“little cunt ain’t used t’ takin’ somethin’ this big, huh?”

you shook your head, confirming his suspicion as tears started to leak from your eyes.

“well, first time fer everythin’, sweetheart.”

you had no idea how he got the whole thing to fit inside of you. your pussy felt as if it was being torn apart at the seams in the best way possible, jaw going slack as he bottomed out.

“oh.”

osamu hummed. “tightest cunt i’ve ever been ‘n. yer just a dream, aintcha?”

you wanted to reply to his praise, but all that could leave you was a scream as he started to pull out and push back in. starting a steady pace, the man pulled you into a hungry kiss.

never before had you ever been so filled, moaning aimlessly into his mouth as the only thought your brain could come up with was so full, so full, so full.

he parted from your lips.

“ya feel it, darlin’?”

you didn’t have a clue what he was talking about until he thrusted back in, palm coming down against a protrusion in your tummy. the realization had more drops falling down your cheeks, babbles bubbling up your throat. he was going to rip you apart, and you were more than willing to let him.

“ ‘m gettin’ close,” he warned, forehead resting against yours. his hands then grabbed each side of your hips, holding you in place as he picked up the pace. “need ya t’ cum too, doll. ladies first.”

your cunt finally couldn’t take anymore battering, muscles spasming as you came hard on osamu’s cock. you saw him grin as your body shook, finally allowing himself to release with a low groan.

he made sure to pull out of your overstuffed pussy before you could get too stimulated, situating himself at your side so he could pull you into his chest. you rested your cheek against his pec.

stillness overtook the room as you tried to compose yourself, body still twitching with aftershocks.

osamu chuckled, kissing the crown of your head.

“i told ya i’d make it work. see, ya can trust me.”

_____

the next twenty four hours were absolute bliss. you and osamu were practically connected at the hip, all ooey gooey and lovey dovey with each other. atsumu and suna made gagging sounds every time they saw the two of you, but neither of you cared. nothing was going to ruin the oasis you’d built with one other.

the emergency alarm figured it was up for the challenge.

your eyebrows knitted together, pulling away from your lover’s side as you heard the sound pierce the content silence you’d been sitting in.

the uneasy feeling from before, the feeling that something still just wasn’t right came back to you.

“it might just be some mechanical issues,” osamu reassured, clearly trying to calm you down. you met his gaze, slightly taken aback by the expression in them. it was hard to read, but you just chalked it up to him being antsy, too.

“hopefully.”

the broken, bloodied glasses of director takeda proved the two of you wrong.

oikawa held them in the palm of his hand, a grim look on his face.

“he was in navigation,” he started. “i could barely even recognize him, that’s how bad the damage was.”

you couldn’t stop your lip from wobbling. your nightmare was still ongoing, and now the one person who kept you all sane had been beaten into his grave.

what came next broke you even more, though.

“kanoka is dead, too.”

two murders.

two murders on the same damn day.

you bit your lip, keeping your cries as silent as you could as the news settled.

suna was the first to speak. “do we need to move their bodies out of there, and give them a nicer…resting place, like the others?”

“that’s the thing,” oikawa’s tone now had an edge to it. “kanoka’s body wasn’t with the director’s, it was in lower engine.”

“so what does that mean?” you said, frustration starting to prick at you. “the killer moved her body? or had enough time to get from one crime scene to the other?”

“no,” asahi said. “oikawa was across the hall cleaning the air filters when he heard crashing in navigation. he remembered the time was around 7:30 pm. i was checking the reactor when i heard kanoka scream, and the clock on it read 7:27 pm.”

“ya mean t’ tell me they were killed at the same time ‘n opposite sides of the ship? how the hell is that possible?”

“is the answer not obvious?” oikawa bit out at atsumu. “there’s two fucking killers, and it has to be one of you four!”

“one of us?” you said in disbelief.

“yes!”

“wait a damn minute,” osamu started. “ya mean t’ tell us that if there’s two killers, it has t’ be two of us? not the two of ya, who’ve been stickin’ together since the beginnin’?”

“what ‘samu said! y’all have always been each other’s alibis, ya could have been bullshittin’ us the whole time!”

atsumu had a point. oikawa and asahi always being each other’s alibis would have been one thing when there was a singular killer, but now that there’s two? they could have been covering for each other the whole time. but still…

“if we were the killers why would we give away that there’s two of us? that makes no sense, we’d have nothing to gain from that.”

oikawa voiced the exact thought you had been thinking. they would have the element of surprise keeping their partnership under wraps, it doesn’t make sense why they would expose there are two murderers when it would be easier to let the impression there’s a singular one linger.

yet, you had gotten to know the other three people at the table. there was no way osamu, atsumu, or suna could be a killer. there was just no way.

“you could be playing mind games with us, who knows,” suna assessed. “there’s no telling what fucked shit you’re willing to do if you’re out here cutting people up.”

“no one is trying to play tricks!” asahi yelled. “the innocent people on this ship are in serious danger, we need to figure this out now!”

“the four of us see one another on a regular basis,” osamu said. “the two of ya are the outliers here.”

“we each have three other people that can vouch for us! the two of ya only have each other! yer outnumbered here!”

you were so overwhelmed. so much muddled information was being thrown around, no solid theories being able to stem from such minimal evidence. you weren’t going to be able to use your brain on this one, you were going to have to trust your gut.

“we’re supposed to believe the pair of two people aren’t the killers and instead the duo is hiding in the tight knit group of four? that shit doesn’t add up in the slightest, the two of you are talking out of your asses.”

oikawa and asahi turned to you.

“you’re smart, please tell us you believe us.”

you bit your lip.

“i just…can’t wrap my head around the idea that any of them could be killers.”

“don’t let being buddy-buddy with the three of them cloud your judgment. like i said earlier, why would we expose there are actually two killers if we were the two killers?”

a theory came to your mind, and you weren’t sure if you thought it up because it was actually plausible, or because you just wanted to prove your lover and friends were innocent. regardless, you shared it.

“the three of them are bigger than the prior victims, so they would put up a tough fight. two against four would be hard to pull off with them, so you could be exposing the murderer duo so that we get rid of two of ourselves and then make it a two against two.”

oikawa and asahi both blanched at your statement.

“she’s a genius!” atsumu exclaimed. “y’all really thought ya could put one by her, huh?”

“she’s wrong! we would nev-”

“i don’t know about you guys,” suna interrupted. “but i’ve heard all that i need to hear. let’s get them the fuck off this ship.”

the screaming and shouting that ensued as he and the twins pushed the two accused men out of the room and down the halls had you covering your ears, eyes squeezed shut as more tears dropped down your face.

you tried to tell yourself that you were okay. the murderers had been caught for real now, you were going to be fine. you were safe.

the ship went quiet, yells no longer being heard. that was all you needed to know that oikawa and asahi had been ejected.

footsteps pulled you out of your thoughts, suna regarding you with a nod as he re-entered the room.

“you alright?”

breathe in, breathe out. “i should be.”

“good. i'm gonna go send a message to headquarters. someone needs to tell them what the hell has been happening.”

you bid him goodbye as he left. standing up, you decided that being wrapped up in osamu’s arms felt like a good idea after the intense moment earlier.

they weren’t in med bay, so you did a little searching before hearing their voices from inside the admin room. you were about to enter the room before a sentence spoken by osamu stopped you in your tracks.

“i told ya t’ fuckin’ wait a while-”

wait for what?

“ ‘m sorry, i just wanted to get it over with! i told ya i didn’t want t’ be the one t’ kill the director.”

not even the limitless space outside could create the coldness you felt seep through every pore in your skin.

please be dreaming.

“ya still nearly got us exposed.”

“who cares? we’ve picked enough people off anyways. ship is ours.”

your pulse currently rivaled that of a racehorse, your brain not being able to deny what it just heard.

the twins were the killers.

osamu was a murderer.

movement to your left caught your eye, the brothers exiting the room only to stop in surprise when they saw you.

you tried to paint a look of nonchalance on your face, but it was too late. the panic was written all over you. there was nowhere to hide.

two very different emotions came onto their faces. atsumu practically looked predatory, whereas ‘samu almost looked as panicked as you.

“darlin’, listen to me-”

“cut her the bullshit, ‘samu, ya already dickmatized her enough.”

you found yourself backpedaling, fingers trembling as you attempted to put as much distance between you and them as possible.

“c’mon, angel, why ya look so scared?” atsumu taunted. you watched in horror as his brown eyes shifted to an inky black, the blonde about to lunge at you before his brother grabbed him by the collar of his maroon suit and yanked him back.

“not her,” osamu bit out, trapping his brother in a headlock. “i told ya anyone but her.”

“yer no fun, ‘samu!”

you didn’t wait around to watch them squabble, turning and running towards communications as fast as you could. you had to get to suna. he needed to know, and you weren’t going to be able to stand the slightest chance against the miyas without him.

choked sobs left you as you sped through the halls, sorrow and guilt eating you alive. sorrow because the man you had started to fall in love with, the man you had given your body to, the man you felt safe with ended up being a murderer. you felt beyond just betrayed.

then, your guilt stemmed from the fact that so many of your crewmates lay dead now, and several times you had let their killers roam free. not only that, but you’d also stood by as numerous innocent people were sent to their death outside in the vacuum of space.

you knew something was still off. you knew.

but your gut instinct had been fogged by your stupid, mushy emotions.

this was all fucked.

this was all so fucked.

“SUNA!” you screamed, sprinting into comms with red and bleary eyes.

“what is it- whoa, what’s going on?” he asked, placing his hands on your shoulders.

“we were wrong,” you said, throat tightening. “it’s the twins, they’re the killers! they’ve been playing us the whole time.”

“damn, that’s tough.”

his unserious response confused you. maybe he was in shock?

“also, correction,” the dark-haired man began. “the miyas haven’t been playing us the whole time…”

your heart nearly stopped when you saw suna’s greyish-green eyes turn the same black shade that atsumu’s had.

“...we’ve all been playing you the whole time.”

you couldn’t move, not registering suna’s grip on your shoulders tightening until you were being ripped straight out of it.

“don’t fuckin’ touch her.”

you felt yourself become engulfed in osamu’s arms, back pressed to his chest as he kept the two of you facing the other two…imposters in the room.

“dude, seriously? she’s the last one standing, we could complete the set.”

“sunarin’s right! c’mon, ‘samu!”

you felt his hold tighten around you, the same hands that slaughtered your crewmates now protectively embracing you. that fact made your head hurt.

“i told the two of ya, ‘m keepin’ her. lay a damn finger on her and ‘m rippin’ it clean off ya.”

he was met with begrudged silence from the two other men before suna let out an exasperated sigh. “fine, i guess she can live. she did really help us out by vouching for us back there, fucking oikawa almost had us figured out.”

“a pretty face t’ look at on the ride home won’t hurt.”

“watch it,” osamu warned his brother.

you didn’t know what they were talking about. you didn’t know what home was for them. all you knew was that you were gonna get dragged along, whether you liked it or not, by a man who built a bond with you through sugar-coated lies.

osamu leaned down, kissing the side of your cheek before whispering in your ear. “all my feelins’ are genuine, darlin’, that i can assure ya.”

you felt his fingers intertwine with your still shaking ones.

“ ‘m gonna take good care of ya, i promise.”

_____

saige’s terrortober masterlist

[py-dreamer]

...soo...

ok um technically this doesn't count at least in my timezone cause over here its already past midnight... um...

regardless...

weee!!!

I figured I'd make each of these mofos like individual post rather than make one really long reblog making it kinda hard to sort through and just list them using one tag instead.

So I suppose technically y'all get a double whammy today! Just gotta wait quite a while for it, heh...

So with this one I definitely did focus more on cake than the outfit. But hopefully you guys can still see the skrimblo

Anyways those are kiwi fruits, if you couldn't tell, don't @ me pls this is like one of the few times I've drawn fruits. Oh, and that black thingy? It's a tapioca pearl from bubble tea!! I think it's possible...

At first I wanted a more vibrant teal/green for the frosting and a lighter cake color similar to Mk's slice but that bright teal clashed hard with the kiwi fruit so I switched it out for the light light teal instead. Idk what flavor it'd be maybe like a more minty whipped cream.

Cakewise, it is darker than Mk's so I imagine it to be less airy, possibly more dense. Maybe like a ginger? Give any suggestions, but probably something funky for our funky girl!

Those 3 blobs with the weird cookie face on it is meant to be grape tanghulu with a dragon cookie on it! The rest of the cookies are as expected, good ole sugar cookies, though with the gold dragon I was having some trouble since Idk where to put the balloon since it left an empty space so I had to fill it with another cookie that would barely show, so yeah. That was fun

As for the dollops of frosting, I thought Mei is spunky fulunky, and a rich girl to boot! So let her have some pizzazz! I thought it appropriate

I think the balloon and dragon came out nicely, had to look for a reference for the dragon though. They're meant to be a paper decoration on a toothpick originally like Mk's cloud but at this point I leave it up for interpretation

Not much to say about the outfit, pretty similar to Mk's.

I know the KNY girls in their arts had skirts but my friend and I both thought Mei would look better in pants. (Not that she can't wear dresses, she slays in anything just that we thought she'd wear pants in this situation)

And I did try adding a little green skirt but it looked wonky and I didn't want that, bleugh

So I settled for compromise, making her like overcoat/vest thingy longer/ wider and gave her leggings so she also doesn't blend into the cake lol

And um life updates! I had like 4 tests today, I'm not kidding.

Good news is, tests for now are over!

Bad news is, still have an assignment to do...

Again, I'll do my best to keep this up. They are very fun and get my creative juices flowing I feel but no promises!

[kaydens-agere]

Lost In Your Scent | @regressuary 2025

Fandom: Fireman Sam Characters: Samuel "Sam" Peyton Jones, Elvira (Elvis) Cridlington

Prompt by @mcschnuggles: Character A loves swiping clothes from their caregiver. What happens when Character B catches them red handed?

Summary: Elvira loves to swipe Sam's jumpers while he isn't around, but what happens when he catches her in the act?

Quick note, Elvis in this fic is a trans woman!! Her name is Elvira or Elle for short :) Sam is also trans but his name and pronouns are the same as they are in the show ^^ its not relevant to the fic lol i just wanted to point it out!!

Fic below the cut!!

Sometimes, when Elvira is little at Sam’s and the coast is clear, she sneaks in to steal one of his jumpers. What? It’s not her fault they’re so comfortable. They’re soft and slightly baggy, making her feel even smaller. They also have Sam’s scent, which is something that comforts Elvira, in our out of little space. It’s floral with a hint of cedarwood, it’s a lovely combination.

This went on for a few weeks without an issue. The problem arose, however, when Sam started to notice his jumpers going missing. 

He’d lend them to Sarah and James while they were over if they’d forgotten to wear something warm, perhaps they’d forgotten to bring some back? But, when he asked them about it, they said that they didn’t have any. ‘How unusual,’ Sam thought to himself.

He then asked his co-workers and girlfriend, Elle, at the fire station if he’d left any there, but they all said that they hadn’t seen them. Elvira seemed fairly tuned out of the conversation, but he figured that meant she hadn’t seen them. 

Sam furrows his brows in front of the open closet door, silently wondering to himself where they could’ve gone. He quickly shakes away the thought, however, as he’s currently got his hands full with Elvira, who’s  little at the moment. Sam has been taking care of her for a couple of months and the pair enjoyed the dynamic they’ve developed. He remembers the first time she’d regressed in front of him, the poor little thing could barely get a word out without trembling. Thankfully, they’d overcome that hurdle, and they were making progress.

Sam exits his bedroom and heads downstairs to check on Elle a, he smiles when he enters the living room. She’s laying on the floor, quietly playing with her toys. She’s babbling and humming to herself, clearly very invested in the story she’s going along with. God, she’s precious like this. He wouldn’t trade looking after her for the world.

“You having fun there, my little one?” he smiles and crouches to her level, getting a good look at all of the toys (and all of the mess).

Elle jumps, not hearing Sam coming downstairs. She blushes and turns away, feeling a bit sheepish. She’s always very shy like this, and Sam finds it very endearing, but wishes she’d come out of her shell a bit more at times.

“Aw, darling… you know I can still see you, right?” Sam teases lightly, gently ruffling her hair, earning him a squeal and a giggle. 

“Now, I’ll be right back, my sugar lump, I’ve gotta get the dinner on before it gets too late.” Sam says apologetically. 

Elle pouts, then nods. She can be quite clingy at times, and Sam feels awful for having to rush off. But he needs to get the dinner on before it gets too late, otherwise he’d have a very cranky baby on his hands. 

He quickly rushes over to the kitchen, fetching various ingredients from his cupboards and fridge. He decides on sausages and chips, easy enough for the evening, and something that they’ll both enjoy, as simple as it is.

As he’s pouring oil into the pan, he accidentally splashes some on his brand new jumper. Of course, just his luck.

“Ah, drat.” he shakes his head and mumbles. “Better go put this in the wash then.”

Sam dashes to his room, but on his way, he notices that Elle isn’t in the living room anymore. That’s strange, maybe she’s in the bathroom? She usually tells him before going anywhere else in the house, but perhaps she’d forgotten this time. 

Sam is about to go into his room, but stops in the doorway as he spots Elle. He peers inside to see what she’s up to. 

She’s staring into Sam’s closet, stroking her chin in thought. After a few moments, she grabs one of Sam’s jumpers. It’s one of his favourites, a navy blue one made from a very soft wool, one of the warmest during the winter time. 

Ah, so that’s where his clothes had gone. It made sense, actually… he’s surprised that he didn’t make the connection sooner. 

“Stealing Papa’s clothes, are we, sweetheart?” Sam jokes.

Elle jumps again, before attempting to hide the article of clothing behind her back, albeit unsuccessfully.

“Oh, sweet. You don’t need to hide it, y’know. All you had to do was ask.” he soothes, walking over and placing a hand over her shoulder.

“Sorry, Papa… I just got nervous, that’s all. I just really like your jumpers…” Elle hides her face in Sam’s shoulder. “Smells like you… it’s comfy.”

Sam smiles at her lovingly. “There’s no need to be sorry, poppet… I think it’s rather flattering that you find them that comfortable.” he gently rubs a hand through her hair and kisses her forehead. He gently guides them both to the bed to sit down. He gently cradles Elle in his arms to comfort and reassure her as much as possible. She needed a lot of that while small, and Sam was more than happy to provide that. 

After a few moments of cuddles, he gently takes the jumper from her hands. She looks at him, sadness in her eyes, but Sam shakes his head and gently puts it over her head.

“Arms up, my lovely.” he says gently. Elle obliges, putting her arms through the arm holes as best as she can. 

“There we are, dear… nice and cozy in my jumper, hm? That’s a good girl.” Sam praises as he gently pulls the shirt down.

This earns him plenty of giggles and some happy stimming from Elle, he grins as he watches her shake her arms in delight.

“My happy girl.” he grins and kisses her forehead once more.  “Now, what do you say to some sausages, hm? Right after I change into another jumper, if I have any left…”

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His Soul (Chapter 22)

Close Call

Summary: After saving the abducted collectors, you were trusted with Curioso's box. What seems like a dangerous possession slowly turns into an opportunity to learn more about this creature and his curse. Can you earn his trust, and possibly, his affection?

Pairings: Curioso/Reader, Curioso/The Detective

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You were - unwillingly - dragged away and led through the darkened rooms of the clubhouse. A hand clasped itself tightly around your lips, preventing you from screaming out. You did your best to fight against the grip that held you, but it was hopeless, as he was using his powers to encumber your arms behind your back. His free hand was searching around your bag, and he let out an inquisitive hum as he flipped through all the pages of evidence you’d shoved in there earlier. 

You’d thought they were safer on your person instead of being left in your room for someone to uncover them. Stupid, stupid! 

“Hell, looks like I was right,” he breathed into your ear. “You ARE trouble, mate.”

You grumbled under his hand. You were feeling pissed and a little afraid. Curioso was no longer with you, and even worse, he did not know where you were right now. He’d expect you to be back in your room but would find that you were no longer there. And by that point, you were afraid of thinking where you WOULD be. This man clearly did not have good intentions dragging you quietly away. 

Your eyes widened as the both of you approached the front doors, which were telekinetically opened and closed behind you. You were now being led outside into the dark morning. The wind whipped mercilessly around you, tousling your hair and sending goosebumps onto your bare wrists. It was deadly quiet outside, until you neared the edge of the cliff, where you could hear the waves thrashing wildly below you. 

It was at this point you understood what was going to happen. 

You were pushed forward and stumbled a little. You desperately moved to regain your footing so you could avoid slipping into the waters below. It was a long fall, and you had no doubt that your body would land onto some rocks below, which would kill you on the spot. You raised your head to glare at the man, who held your bag in his possession and studied them with fascination. 

“Someone’s been snoopin’ around, eh? Don’t s‘pose all that fire nonsense was just for show, was it?”

Your hand subconsciously began inching to your other pocket. The man noticed this and started laughing at you, as he reached in on his own and held up your pistol. Your face paled as your heart stopped all at once, shoving your fingers inside the fabric and realizing the space was now empty. He had slipped it out so easily that you hadn’t noticed. 

He twirled the weapon around so smugly, putting back all your evidence and clutching your bag to his person. You had no choice but to raise your hands in defeat, completely at his mercy.

“Sorry for all this, mate. But y’see, the boss noticed that our cloak was gone. Our clubhouse had been out in the open all day. And that got him real suspicious, so he asked all the members to keep an eye out for any sketchy characters. And, well, I had a feeling you’ve been full of shit since you got here.” 

You blinked back tears, the wind drying out your eyes and making it hard to keep them open for long. 

“You’re not one of us. So how the hell have you been doing all of this?”

You bit your tongue so hard that you drew a little blood. Even when you were likely facing death, you still refused to reveal Curioso. His safety was paramount at this moment - more important than your own. He still had the chance to save Elise and get her out of here. That’s all you wanted. 

At your silence, he shrugged. “Alright, mate. Keep your secrets. I think I got everything figured out, anyway,” he reached into his pocket again and surfaced your badge. He held it up to you tauntingly. “Police, eh? Gotta’ say, it’s the farthest any of you lot have gotten. But, you know. I’ve got to put an end to you before you put an end to us . And then the boss will give me a promotion. It works out, yeah?” 

“You can do the right thing,” you spoke up, raising your voice against the wind. “This place you’re working for kills people. We can all live together peacefully-”

“Don’t talk about shit you don’t know about,” he warned you, revolving the pistol around to point straight at you. “I guess I owe you thanks for getting me this promotion. I’ll see you on the other side.” 

You heard the deafening boom of the gun and some part of you started feeling really warm. The force was enough to knock you back. You didn’t land on solid ground - instead, you were faced with the night sky from above, falling, and the few stars that were out looked just as beautiful as they had the night you showed them to Curioso. You closed your eyes and savored that moment, choosing the memory to be your last before everything went dark entirely.

…

… 

…

You landed on something hard, and the breath escaped your lungs. 

You blinked open your eyes, which were full of tears from the excruciating pain you felt in your body. You were blinded by a bright blue light. The tears streamed down your face as your eyes adjusted, and when your surroundings cleared, you saw a long red carpet that looked to be floating midair. You shifted yourself - gritting your teeth in agony - and realized the ground under you was…not flat. You turned your head and noticed you were laying in a pile of doll heads. You scrambled to get out but a scream escaped your lips when you tried - your body burned like it was on fire. 

“Detective, you’re hurt.” 

Your heart jumped at the sound of Curioso’s voice. His face was above yours - his sharp grin turned at the corners to express his displeasure. It was the first time you’d seen his mouth ever move from its signature expression, but you chose not to comment on it. It was at this moment the gears turned in your head and you realized where you were. 

Curioso’s box. You were inside again. You haven’t been here since…Andrew Collins’ house… 

Suddenly you felt tired. His mask seemed to be pointed to your chest, and you followed his view to see a reddened spot in your clothes, stained with fresh blood. Judging by the numbness you felt in the area, it was still open. Your hand hovered it as you sucked through your teeth, your mind scrambling to decide what to do. 

Well, he hadn’t hit your heart because you were still alive. But a bullet wound was still dangerous, and you had to take care of this before you lost too much blood. You set your head back down and took a deep breath. You’ll address everything after this wound is treated. 

“Curioso…I was shot…I need this cleaned, a-and the bullet removed…”

“Alright,” his voice was gentle. He summoned a pair of scissors out of thin air and began cutting the cloth around the area. You winced as he slowly pulled the fabric from your skin, the blood sticking to it and making it all the more painful. 

You spoke through gritted teeth. “Any chance you can give me some painkillers? Do some of your magic and make this go away?” 

He didn’t say anything at first, too busy assessing your injury. He conjured some clean bandage and began wrapping it around your body. He forced you to sit up, and you wished you were in a bed and not sitting on a bunch of doll’s heads. You sighed a little as you tried to get comfortable. 

“Stay here, I will be right back,” he said, and he teleported out of your view. You applied as much pressure as you could to the area in the meantime, taking a look around in his absence. 

Being in his box was… strange . It was bright here but also dark, and you felt like you were in the middle of a grand theater surrounded by puppets and marionettes on strings. The red carpet eventually led to his chair, you knew - but it looked like it went on and on for miles, the perspective hurt your head. 

He teleported back to where he was, and you jumped a little in surprise. A hiss escaped through your teeth and Curioso held up a small bowl, in which he dipped his hand and began applying what looked to be like a lotion to the area. Almost instantly, you were soothed from the pain. You nearly cried in relief at the wonders this mysterious gel did. 

“What is that?” you whispered. 

“A recipe from my enchantress,” he set down the bowl and you watched in amazement as his hands flashed - now completely clean. “She used it for the wounds she treated.”

He conjured up some tools that were familiar to you. It wasn’t a pleasant memory, being in the hospital or sometimes your own home, treating gunshot wounds and watching them extract a bullet…the forceps made you hold your breath, knowing they’d be stained with blood soon. 

“I helped her with those treatments, of course,” he began explaining, trying to distract you from the sight. “So that’s how I know to do all of this. A few gunfights would happen some nights at the carnival,” you gave him an odd look and he tilted his mask at you. “Remember how I told you they gambled?”

You mouthed the word ‘ah’ , and tensed when he cleaned the area. It was incredibly useful to know that he can conjure up things like rubbing alcohol and peroxide. You felt assured that the chances of you dying when he was around got just a little slimmer. Your mind still buzzed with that question - how did you get here exactly?

That, of course, slipped your mind when his other hand clutched your shoulder, and his face moved closer to yours. “I need you to stay still,” he told you calmly. “I can see the bullet - it didn’t get too far. But, I think you know how this will feel.” 

You nodded without a word, moving your head so you couldn’t see. You were tense, and the feeling of his artificial hand rubbing your skin somehow calmed you enough. You hated going through this - getting shot and bleeding everywhere…it’s only happened to you a few times, but that was more than the average person went through. It was part of your line of duty - people were quick to pull out a gun when they were not pleased at you solving a case, sometimes. 

You swore at yourself that it was your own gun that was responsible this time. You were missing your badge, too. You were in for some deep shit when this was all over. 

All of that seemed trivial when Curioso dug into the wound, and the pain resurfaced as you let out a cry. It was hard to stop yourself from moving. But it was beneficial having your friend doing this - just like when you watched him play Operation, his hands were completely still and he was accurate on where he reached. With ease, he extracted the bullet and set it aside, and you were left gasping for air when your wound opened and fresh blood poured out. 

This was temporary. He got to work sewing up the opening in your skin, which also hurt, but he was precise and quick with it. You mentally thanked those hands of his. Afterwards, he conjured up some gauze and cloth, wrapping it around your person and continuously applying pressure to the area. It felt better without a bullet in there, but your eyes were stinging and your fingers and toes were clenched tightly. Curioso applied some more gel around the area, and you finally relaxed where you were sitting. He dressed you and it was taken care of for now. 

You dabbed at the sweat on your forehead. You hoped you wouldn’t go through this again anytime soon. 

“How - how did you…find me..?” you were out of breath but you were persistent on knowing what was going on. 

“I saw you outside,” he answered, sitting across from you and criss-crossing his long legs. “Being led by that man. I was not fast enough to stop him, but I was able to catch you in time.” 

“We’re in your box,” you stated. 

“Yes. Which means we are in your car, where you left it.”

You’d almost forgotten about that. You wanted to move but you simply didn’t have the energy to. Curioso must’ve noticed your discomfort and the doll heads you were sitting on magically transformed into a comfortable bed. You helped yourself into the sheets and readjusted yourself. It was cold here - there was no source of heat at all, which hadn’t bothered you before, but now it has chilled you to the bone. 

“We should get out of here,” he continued. “The second you’re able, you should drive off and get to a police station.” 

“And leave Elise!?” you sat up in alarm. He pushed you back down, muttering about you opening your stitches, but you didn’t care. “No, we can’t do that. We have to save her before we can even think of leaving.”

“And how do you think we’re going to do that?” he snapped. “You’ve just sustained an injury. It’s going to break dawn soon, and everyone will be awake.” 

“I don’t know,” you confessed. “But we have to try.” 

Curioso bowed his head, familiar with your stubbornness by this point. You almost smiled at how exasperated he looked, but then his mask faced you again. “How did you get caught?” he asked. 

Your face fell. This story wasn’t going to be one you were proud of at all. “I was looking for you because you were gone for an awfully long time. I came across that guy again, who asked me to light his fireplace. I guess he noticed you weren’t with me because he tailed me afterwards, and when I overheard you and Elise on the balcony, he captured me and took me outside.” 

“Did you have the evidence?” 

“I did. He has it, now. Along with my gun and my badge…that’s how this all happened..”

“Detective,” he scolded. “You should’ve waited for me. I was going to return to you as soon as I could - I just got held up.”

“Held up?” you repeated curiously. You felt a burning sensation in your chest, and you didn’t know whether it was in your heart or from the wound nearby it. “It didn’t sound like it to me.” 

A beat passed in silence. “What do you mean?”

“I overheard you two,” you confessed. Maybe this wasn’t the best thing to say, but you were feeling a little delirious from the blood loss. “She was talking about leaving with you. Why didn’t you do it?” 

He regarded you in disbelief. “If you heard that conversation, then you should know why I didn’t.” 

“I did, but it just doesn’t make sense. Why not run off with Elise? You’re of the same kind and you’ll live a happy eternity with her. You wouldn’t have to deal with some mortal human dragging you along everywhere.” 

“Are you being serious?”

“Yes! It was the wrong decision! You can free her and find somewhere safe. I could even help you two-”

His grin turned downwards again. You were still mesmerized because you’d never seen him do it before. But things were different in the box - his clothes looked pristine again, his mask was fully intact this time. So you weren’t surprised that he was able to emote while he was in here. You just wondered why he hadn’t done it before.

“For a detective, you’re having a lot of trouble piecing this together.” 

Your face heated in a mixture of anger and embarrassment. “Maybe you can stop being so cryptic and just tell me. Ever thought of that?”

“And tell you what ?” he asked, standing to his full height and jumping off of the doll’s heads to land on the carpet.

You didn’t like the space he was putting between you two, and rushed to get out of bed. You were still cautious of your sutures as you attempted to balance yourself on the heads chasing after him. 

“I don’t know! Whatever the hell it is that makes you want to be around me,” you gasped as you nearly slipped, then regained your demeanor from before. “Because I can’t understand why you want to be with me when Elise is right there! It’s a better life than what you have with me!” 

He sharply turned to you and you stopped in your tracks. He looked incredibly annoyed - even more so than when you had trapped him in the box so long ago. Without a word, he reached down and pulled you up onto the carpet with him. You felt some strain on your stitches, but nothing opened. 

“Is it such an outlandish idea to believe I feel so deeply for you?”

You were breathless at such a confession, and much like last time, your initial reaction was to skirt around it. “I guess not. We’re partners and all-” 

Curioso turned and started walking away from you again. You sped walked after him, as his long strides were hard to keep up with. You hoped he would slow down so you wouldn’t have to run after him. 

“Hey! Wait!” you reached after him but he didn’t stop. “Did I say something wrong?” 

The jester halted and you stopped a few feet away from him. He suddenly fell to his knees and sat alone on the carpet. You waited before stepping forward and joining his side, resting a hand on his shoulder and trying to get a look at his face.

“Are you-”

“-Okay? No, I’m not,” he replied, deliberately keeping his mask away from you. “You nearly died, Detective. Do you know what that does to me?”

You recalled what you read in the book, and nodded in return. “If I die, nothing happens to you, and you can find a new soul, right?” 

He didn’t respond and you felt stupid. Like there was something obvious here you weren’t getting. But the truth was…you knew exactly what Curioso meant. You were just afraid of acknowledging it yourself - knowing he could have a life so much better than anything you could ever give to him. You felt so inferior to Elise, but you had given that judgment to yourself. 

“You are my world now,” he began softly. “And I cannot part with you. You can’t die, not yet .”

“It’ll be okay,” you tried to assure him. 

“Are you out of your mind !?” he whirled towards you, and you nearly fell in surprise if he hadn't caught you in time. “You hold so little meaning for your life! I would’ve gone right with you if you had died just now!” 

“But you’d still be here-” 

“I DON’T WANT TO BE WITHOUT YOU!”

He let go of your hands and paced away from you. He approached the chair that was sitting upside down in front of you two. He took a seat and rested his mask in his hands. You followed after until you were standing in front of him - feeling a little dizzy knowing you were upside down, but gravity was not an enemy here. It worked with you wherever you chose to go.

“Hey,” you lowered your voice. “It scared me, too, getting shot at like that and nearly falling to my death. I didn’t think it would matter this much to you.”

“Why are you so jealous of Elise?” he asked tiredly. “ You’re the one who sent me after her. You wanted her free. I did everything you asked of me - I wasn’t out there because I WANTED to be.”

“I-I know,” your face was red. “I guess I was feeling a little self-conscious. I’ve felt that way my entire time here.” 

He faced you again, and reached out to grasp your hand in his. “I don’t want to hear you doubting yourself. I chose to be with you, and I’m not going back on that decision even if you forced me to. I love you, Detective, and I don’t want to see you go so soon.” 

Your mouth fell open at those words - that was it. That’s always been it, hasn’t it? Hanging between you two for God-knows-how-long, waiting to see who would accept it first. Curioso had given you his soul, showed you his deepest vulnerabilities, and gave away his life to serve and help you. You had never felt so fulfilled until he was around, having someone so close who was incredibly loyal to you. Someone who made you laugh and smile every day. Someone so incredible - who could do anything he wanted and impress crowds with what he could do. 

You were lucky to have him. And his affection? His love ? 

You closed your eyes, and the tears finally fell. You gripped his hand tighter, leaning forward as you sobbed. “I love you, too. And I don’t want to leave you.” 

You were collapsing, but before that could happen, he pulled you into his lap and allowed you to cry. To express all the frustration, helplessness, fear, and pain that you felt…you’d spent so long denying what you felt and never imagined what would happen if you embraced it. Curioso brushed the hair out of your face as you pressed even closer to him, burying yourself in the glittery fabric of his clothes and holding onto him for dear life. 

Not only had he saved your life, but he had given it to you as well.

[amourtoken]

Hey so the brain worms have attacked me and I rlly wanted to write some Zelli content but didn't know even where to start cause I have thunk too many thinks abt him recently

Zelli alphabet makes it easy cause now I can simplify some of those thoughts before I write more abt them 🫡

Also heads up there's definitely discussion of some rather hard kinks and content so be aware before you jump in please (no nc by any means but definitely some harsher stuff)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Full tone switch after the fact. In the moment he's a totally different person and so zoned out that he's barely aware of his actions it seems but he does everything under the sun to take good care of you after. He's soft in every aspect down to his voice, his hands gently running across your body is an insane contrast to the way he was holding you earlier but it's welcomed. He's bringing you water, a shirt of his to throw on, maybe an advil or two as well lol.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself he's a pretty big fan of his arms. They're covered in pretty tattoos and look nice wrapped around your body in every instance he can think of (even nicer when he's got one hooked around your throat tbh) but on you, he's a fan of your eyes. He could say he's an ass/thigh guy but when it rlly comes down to it your eyes are what really get to him. They look so pretty rolling back into your head when he's grinding into you or brimming with tears while he's deep in your throat, he'll never get enough of the way they look so soft while you're on your knees looking up at him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Firstly, his cum tastes great so you can't ever complain when he's making you stick your tongue out so he can jerk off into your mouth. Second, he's messy as fuck. He loves seeing you drenched in his cum, so sometimes (as much as he wants to finish inside you) he'll pull out just to cum all over your pussy or torso, if he's got enough time he'll happily paint your whole face white and admire the way it drips down onto your chest.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Could see him being a primal play fan but not knowing how to bring up the concept to you. He thinks about it a LOT but it seems a bit impractical. Where's he gonna find time or space while on the road to drop you off in some random location and hunt you down like a little prey animal? Maybe it'll work out eventually but for the time being it'll probably just stay in his thoughts till he can work up a solid plan.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's definitely got some experience, much more than you anyway. He's also just got an innate understanding of your body like its his own. Makes sense, he's spent so much time with you tied up in his bed just so he can figure out exactly what unravels you down to your core so he can use it for future reference. He studies you like you're an experiment sometimes but in the best way you could imagine. He could probably have you cumming for him one way or another in under a minute of he tried and god forbid he ever find that out cause he'd be timing it like he's trying to reach a new PR.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

This one's tough but I think firstly he's gotta be a fan of backshots cause he can really pick the pace up during it and he hits so deep inside you it's unimaginable. It's versatile, he can drag you up by your hair to sink his teeth into your neck or keep you held up in a chokehold until your brain is so fuzzy all you can do is whine and cry his name like you've forgotten every other word. Second place is probably mating press tbh, he loves it. It definitely makes you feel small under him and again he can reach insanely deep inside you while he yaps about putting a baby in you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

In the moment he's serious as fuck. Like I said earlier there's a tone shift and sometimes it feels like he's he's entirely different person. He'll tease you and laugh in your face when you're so overstimulated you're crying but he's definitely serious regardless of his tone. It's a big contrast to how he is normally cause he's pretty soft and funny on a normal vanilla day lol, you can definitely savor the emotional whiplash though cause it's like you get two men in one body.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

OKAY. It matches. Hate to say it but it does idc if it's colored or not it matches. He's definitely not shaving but it's not too out of control, just enough to really bury your face in when you're throating him so deep your nose is pressed against his body.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

There are definitely days where he isn't as intense and he can be a soft romantic guy in the moment, however, most days he's energetic and rough as fuck. He can tell when either of you need a slow day though and he can absolutely offer that up to you, but he's still throwing in some aspects of your normal sex life. Most of the soft romance comes during aftercare when he's loving on you heavily.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't really need to with you around, but he'll do it just for fun sometimes. More often than not is he's jacking off its because you're on your knees in front of him with your mouth open waiting to swallow whatever he gives you. If for some reason you didn't follow him on a tour though he's fucking his fist to your selfies in his hotel room for literal hours some nights just cause he misses you and it eases up some anxious energy before particularly large shows.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I'll just go ahead and list some of the top ones off lol

Dacryphilia, choking, spit, some bondage here and there, marking, cum play, overstimulation, heavyyy on the dom/sub energy, I think he'd dabble a little in petplay and that kinda lends itself to the primal thoughts he's had as of late. He's got a raging breeding kink, and just generally likes it pretty rough. Sometimes his teeth dig a little too far into your skin and he's realized he definitely has a thing for blood but that's a whole different conversation.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

No preference truthfully he'll take you anywhere and everywhere. He likes being at home in his own bed he shares with you but it's mostly for the convenience, everything he needs for aftercare is within reach at home but he can manage no matter where you are. He's obsessed with you and cannot seem to ever keep his hands to himself, you're just so pretty how could you expect him to not wanna be balls deep inside you 24/7? That's kinda rude isn't it?

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

To put it simply, you turn him on. You're his motivation, period. That being said there's definitely some things you do that drive him a little extra wild and you don't even mean to do these things half the time, they just happen. Any time you say his name it makes his cock twitch, he loves the way it sounds in your voice and sometimes you'll call him Z or "my Zelli" which drains the blood from his brain to his dick so fast he gets dizzy. Using his actual first name gets to him too, but the nickname is favored for sure.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He's not gonna genuinely hurt you, and your consent means the world to him. He can get rough, he's left plenty of bruises and marks all over your body but he knows when to stop and he's got a pretty good gauge of how far he should go on a given day. If he's not sure he'll ask before he does anything too spicy. Consent is sexy especially if the scene is rough.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He doesn't mind it either way but he loves receiving from you. He'll happily spend hours with his face between your legs until you're struggling to catch your breath and begging for a break but feeling you gag on his cock while he's got a fist full of your hair pulled up into a messy ponytail is akin to seeing God. You really take your time when you're able and feeling you press messy kisses up his length and all over his thighs before you fully take him into your mouth is enough to have him dizzy. His legs shake so bad when he cums and he's a head pusher but he doesn't mean to be, when he's close he can't really help the frantic actions of his hands that are tangled up in your hair.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

No question he's fast and rough as fuck typically. If he's taking it slow, he's thrusting into you hard enough to knock against your cervix making you nearly double over at the pressure. Thankfully he's holding you up entirely with his arms tight around you. Like I said before he knows when you need a soft slow day but more often than not you're getting fucked raw like he hates you (even tho he's gushing about how much he loves you and how you belong to him the entire time)

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He's alright with them, but they're not his favorite. He likes having all the time he needs to break you down into a quivering mess under him but sure if he needs to get some energy out before a show or if you're almost late to an event he'll make it quick. You're never leaving an encounter without finishing first though so be prepared to show up to your event on shaky legs. Don't worry though, he's got an arm around your waist holding you steady.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's insanely experimental and perfectly fine with a risk. Some light exhibitionism never hurt anyone, right? Zelli's the type to always try something once just to see if he likes it and you match his energy perfectly. You've found lots of new kinks just by letting him try out some ideas he's had on you and it's a nice trust exercise since it shows you have full trust in him and his actions. He'll treat you right, always.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Oh god he's like the fucking energizer bunny when it comes to sex, he could go for hours if you could stand it but he knows when you need a break. He'll drag you right up to that edge where you swear you can't cum again and always manages to draw one more from you before he decides you've taken enough.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He definitely owns a few and lovesss to use them on you. His hands are just fine but seeing you writhe and shake under him cause he's got a vibe to your clit makes him dizzy. Toys aren't competition to him they're teammates and they work together to melt your brain out of your ears.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

If tease could be his middle name it would be. All he fucking does is tease. He'll tease you for everything he can think of and then some, picking on you for the way your face heats up when he's a little extra mean. Physically teasing he's a big fan of edging and he knows just how to softly slide his hands over your body to have you arching into his touch and pleading with him to just touch you where you need it. Feel like he's a dry humping fan as well, it adds to the tease.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He never shuts the fuck up if we're being real.

growling, huffing, moaning, whining like an animal the entire time (listen to Hatred lmao he's a mouthy mf). He'll also laugh directly in your face if you're moaning for him. He picks up a condescending tone when he's fucking you and he'll tease you for being so cock drunk while he grinds his hips against yours. He's a big fan of mirror sex so he can grip your jaw and keep your eyes locked on the reflection of the two of you, just so you can see how broken he makes you. When he cums he sounds so fucking broken it makes your belly swarm with butterflies.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

BIG fan of spitting in your mouth and fucking his fingers down your throat. I don't make the rules that's just how it is.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

In my mind he's not the longest on earth but fuck he's THICK.

7 inches, pretty soft pink tip that practically pours pre like a fucking faucet and he's so thick. His shaft has a nice swell that stretches you so fucking wide and you can feel every single vein that laces his cock perfectly.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He could go all day every day any time any place with you to be real. He's never ever ever tired of you and if you're down he's down.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Hes got good stamina plus he's gotta take care of you afterwards so not too quickly tbh. He'll happily let you crawl up into his arms and nap though, occasionally he'll fall asleep with you but more often than not he's watching over you, stroking your hair and absentmindedly tracing patterns on your skin while you're leaned up against him.

[razorblade180]

9 Days of Lancaster Day2: Roommates

Jaune Arc is no stranger to roommates. His entire life has known no such thing as a free space for him alone. This didn’t bother him. In many ways it prepared him for team living and other similar situations. However, he might have found the toughest situation yet.

Beacon is in the middle of a leadership workshop/retreat. All leaders of teams were sent off to take a special class far off on the other side of the kingdom. They had all been given money for living expenses near the site but everyone was pretty quick to figure out choosing the wrong place to stay or indulging in the revenue too much would leave them broke and miserable. Fortunately for Jaune, none of that was problem because Ruby and him decided to live together; giving them more than enough money left over to tackle anything.

The plan was solid and he didn’t regret it. However, it’s been three days so far and Jaune had learned his fellow leader was a tad messy at times and pretty laidback left to her own devices. These weren’t bad things, but has he grabbed the cover off the couch to put away, the sight of a red bra casually on the furniture again left him a little in distress.

Jaune:(Brothers give me the strength to endure…)

Ruby:AAAHHH!

Jaune:Ruby!?

He dropped everything and ran towards the horror scream behind the bathroom door. Jaune didn’t even get a chance to knock before Ruby came running out with her hair still wet and body wrapped in white towel as she hid behind Jaune. The boys mind was barely functioning already and now this!? He quickly faced forward into the steamy bathroom and noticed a sizable spider hanging from its web.

Ruby:Kill it!

Jaune:Ruby…we fight monsters. This is where you choose to fold?

Ruby:Grimm don’t sneak up on me in the shower and do you see Crescent Rose on me!?

Jaune:Yeah that’s fair.

Without wavering, Ruby watches Jaune cuff the spider in his hands before flinging it into the still running shower. For it to meet its watery demise. She cheered in his honor, but quickly noticed his reluctance to fully look her way.

Ruby:Jaune?

Jaune:Y’know if you kept your change clothes in the bathroom then you wouldn’t have to sprint out in a towel.

Ruby:But then they’ll get wet.

Jaune:Hang them! The steam gets out wrinkles. This is like the fourth time I’ve caught you in a towel.

Ruby:*raises brow* So you’re looking down the hallway every time I come out the shower. That’s interesting timing.

Jaune:I turn instinctively when I hear a door open! If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re planning your exits.

Ruby:Pfft, you’re thinking of the wrong sister.

Jaune:I’ve met your dad. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree when it comes to either of you.

Ruby:You can turn the shower off by the way. I’m finished.

Jaune turns the faucet and turns to leave before remembering Ruby is still chillin in a towel. Now she has a second one for her hair. Thanks to Nora and sometimes Pyrrha, but mainly Nora, Jaune had gotten pretty good at hyper focusing on eyes. It was only difficult earlier because Ruby was much closer and well…short.

Jaune:While I have you here, can you please make sure not to leave your clothes out and about?

Ruby:Oh, where they everywhere?

Jaune:Not…everywhere. I just like to try and keep things tidy. Also…maybe change faster? You do have a speed semblance.

Ruby:Trust me, dashing out of here while wet ends with a hole in the wall and a bloody nose.

Jaune:That makes sense. Then maybe we could-

Ruby:Are you okay? I know we’re working out the details but I gotta say I’m a bit surprised. I’m not messier than your siblings am I?

Jaune:No, far from it. It’s more about the clothes and towel issues.

Ruby:But…*pouts* you never flack to Nora about it. I’ve seen her change in front of the two of us a bunch of times and you’re fine.

Jaune:That’s different!

Ruby:Wha- how!?

Jaune:Because….*red* She’s not you.

What a way to answer. Ruby noticed the redness on his cheeks and the brief moment his eyes betrayed his gaze before he completely turned his head. Ruby couldn’t say she was the greatest at reading in between the lines, but what he said was pretty darn obvious. Even so, Ruby now found herself a little red and choosing to respond in a way that truly was like her sister and father out of curiosity.

Ruby:Whatever do you mean~

Jaune:*flustered*….

His silence spoke volumes. Ruby looked down at herself and back up. Suddenly it was a little bit embarrassing to stay like this. She dried her feet on the carpet before dashing in and out of her room, now wearing her night tank top and some shorts.

Ruby:Sorry. I have gotten really comfortable around you, hehe… my bad.

Jaune:It’s okay. I mean why wouldn’t you be? We’re always so casual with each other so-

Ruby:No! I mean…*rubs arm* Why is this so weird to explain? It’s not that I’m simply comfortable enough to change around you. *blush* I am comfortable with the idea of you looking at me.

Jaune:….Oh.

Ruby:…Sorry, was that weird to say?

Jaune:No it was…something that needed to be said.

Ruby:Umm sooo I’m reading what you correctly, right? You see me as not just a friend or fellow leader, but a girl? I girl that you…

Jaune:Yes, I’m attracted to you. I…like you.

Ruby: Ah, neat. That’s flattering actually. I think you’re pretty handsome soooo yeah. I’ll be more mindful.

Jaune:I mean if it’s intentional then-

Ruby:*crimson*

Jaune:…I’m gonna stop talking now.

The knight awkwardly shuffles past Ruby. Thank goodness she lets him by. The girl stands there, pensively thinking about her actions. They weren’t all intentional but they were far from oblivious. Ruby dare say most were testing the waters. With concrete confirmation that Jaune saw her in a more alluring way, Ruby couldn’t help but feel very happy as well as a little nervous. After all, they had live under the same roof for at least 4 more days.

Ruby:This is gonna be a long workshop.

[alien-above]

My second coming out.

I think I was 18 when I came out as a lesbian. I don’t remember definitive moments of telling my friends. In many ways they knew before I did. Maybe it was all the drunk rambling about hot women when I lost my inhibitions. It must’ve been, because for all of my teenage years, I had been hanging up posters of male tv show actors and male band members and declaring they were attractive. I remember one afternoon where I was looking through a Kerrang magazine and I was gushing over how hot the lead singer of All Time Low was. Or maybe it was the guitarist. I really can’t remember. And at that time I genuinely thought that I was attracted to whichever one it was, and any other man that I had talked about. I really did. Because being attracted to men, being straight, was the norm and I had never questioned if I was actually feeling that way, or just blindly going along with what everyone else thought. And I suppose at 14/15/16/17 I had never experienced true attraction so I really had no way of actually knowing back then. And maybe that’s weird. Maybe I was weird. Or maybe, again, I just never had the time and space to consider the other gender or any gender, consider who I was.

But at around 18 I had sort of a revelation about women, without really understanding what it meant. Suddenly it was female actors and musicians I was obsessing over, talking about constantly and hanging up pictures of. And that felt right. It really did. I was finally certain about what attraction felt like. And when my brain and emotions caught up to what that meant for me, there just became casual talk in my friend group about me being a lesbian. Never any judgment or doubtful questions from their side. It just fell into my place. And I was so grateful and relieved to be accepted, that life just sailed on after that. But I also never did a lot of “soul searching” about it. Honestly the process of coming out seemed to happen completely without me in a way. Suddenly it just was. And that was it. I had a label now, and that would define my future. I really wish I would’ve given myself more time. Asked for more time, grown up a bit more before settling into something that in a way was just as much a directive of who I was supposed to be, as being straight had been.

I know many people want any lgbtq+ person to know their sexuality or gender when they start feeling and especially expressing being outside of the given norm. As if knowing a persons label restores the balance of things and the world makes sense again. It’s like they’re saying “well if you’ve gotta be different then you at least owe us an explanation of exactly what is so different about you”.

Fuck that. Whether you’re 5 or 12 or 25 or 50 or 90, you don’t owe anyone anything, you don’t have to explain, you don’t have to cram yourself into a nice little box with a nice little label, just so other people know where to store you.

I know that some people think that it’s ridiculous and attention seeking if a person decides to not label themselves, like it’s trendy to not only “want” to be different but also to “decide” that you’re so different that you’re not comfortable with these “perfectly well-fitted labels that everyone else can use so why can’t you, and just give us some peace”

Some people find power in labels and that’s amazing. Other people find just another set of expectations and dictations of who you’re supposed to be and who you’re allowed to be.

And without knowing it at the time, I had let myself be put into a box, before I had even come to terms with who I was.

I told my family in quite an unexpected way. As a protest against their generally homophobic talk. I wasn’t by any means ready to come out, I had barely been figuring things out, very barely confident enough to be myself. But I pushed myself to do it one night, because I was sick of hearing them talk like that, and a part of me thought that if they knew I wasn’t straight, then it would force them to have to reevaluate their thinking and speaking.

That night, that coming out, it wasn’t for me, it was for every other person out there, sat at a dining table feeling ashamed and rejected. It was a challenge in a way. One that I won, my family doesn’t speak like that anymore, they support me and I like to think that they’ve grown to see the world in a different way as the years have gone by.

But it happened. I was now out of the closet to the people closest to me. And I was a lesbian.

I was 18 or 19 back then. Now I’m 27. And I feel stuck and ashamed and uncertain. I’m hiding. And I’m so terrified that my closest friends will think differently of me, if I ever tell them that I’m not sure. I’m so scared that I will let them down, that they will feel betrayed or that they will think that I’ve been lying to them for all these years (and I guess that part is true), that I’m a fraud who was just desperate to be a lesbian.

I came out years ago.

But then 2 days ago I watched Red White & Royal blue, and season 2 of Heartstopper in the same day.

And I got this sort of pressing sadness in my chest, this overwhelming need to be able to be myself, because i knew and I know that I’m not free, I’m not out of the godforsaken closet in the way that is who I am. I think I’m bi, actually.

And what a terrible shame. Terrible, terrible shame. Shame on me. How dare I be the person who proves that every lesbian can be turned by a good-looking man? How dare I ask people to have to change their perception of me? How dare I be 27 and not know for certain who I am?

It’s messing with my head so much that I’m afraid I can never be honest. It’s messing with me so much that I feel like I’ve been slowly drowning in a cage for years and now there’s barely any air left. It feels like if I don’t get those words out soon then I’m not gonna make it. It’s so heavy.

And being openly bisexual, from what I’ve gathered, is not a fun rollercoaster to be on. You’ll be questioned and analyzed and doubted, you’ll have to constantly stand up for your own sexuality because it’s too fluid for pea-sized brains to understand, every romantic or sexual experience you have will be either a defeat or a success in the lgbtq+ community, you’ll be sexualized, you’ll be asked to cross your own boundaries because it’s “hot”, you’ll be seen as more promiscuous, and probably so many more things I can’t think of right now.

Part of the reason I also haven’t told anyone yet, is the simple reason that it’s easier to brush men off that you don’t want attention from, by saying that you’re a lesbian, so they’re wasting their time. It’s an easy out I’ve used many times. And I’ve felt so wrong about it every time because it’s simply not true. And what a fucked up world, that it’s easier to throw the lesbian card than it is to simply say no and have that be respected. But that’s an entirely different talk.

Am I really ready to face all of this, to have that conversation with friends and family, to admit that I’m not a lesbian and that I’m still figuring things out? To have to explain what to me is very personal, about how attraction works for me? To have to then also open up about the differences I feel with romantic and sexual attraction? To explain that I’m also not quite sure if maybe I’m somewhere on the demisexual spectrum as well? And is it too much to ask for them to understand that particular part as well? To have to lay bare every single moment of confusion and realization that has led me to have to speak up to be free? In a way it feels like I’m going to court and I might lose. Well I feel quite certain that I’ll lose and that for a very long time, I’ll be stuck in that courtroom until I’ve explained enough, to peoples satisfaction.

As if this isn’t about me wanting to be happy, it’s about making sure that the people around me are happy with who I am.

I just want to be me. I want to not have to be careful about what I say, I want to be able to gush as much about Henry Cavill as I can gush about Anya Chalotra, I want the freedom to fall in love with a person, without having to stress about whether or not it’s a woman. I want to be able to talk about attraction without hiding half of me, without suffocating myself in the process.

I want to be allowed to be 27 and still be figuring things out.

But still, I’m so afraid of what will happen. And it’s simply just not fucking fair that I have to be afraid. I have never even written about this before, too afraid to put actual words to how I’ve been feeling for so long, too afraid of making it real. But I’m taking a chance, and posting it here, hoping that maybe it will be a step on the way.

If anyone reads this, then please be kind ❤️

[ringlorn]

"Hey, I'm back with the stuff!"

Nezha all but glides in through the back door, arms laden with grocery bags while his Wheels do the work of leading him into the kitchen. Why his roommate wanted so much soymilk he'll never know, but he trusts Macaque's cooking skills.

Even if he makes lotus root dishes far too often.

There was a sale on kale this week—Nezha doesn't know whether Macaque would use that, but he buys one bunch anyways, figuring the macaque can always whip up extra snacks to take to his boyfriend, or Liu'er, or whoever he runs into around the city. Most of the time he doesn't know what the guy gets up to at all since his shadows make him virtually invisible—but that's on him for not really caring. The rest of the time they spend passing each other in the halls, through the windows, or actually sharing sauce over the meal table (and isn't that weird enough, him eating with a monkey that isn't Sun), living more or less...like roommates do, he guesses.

He's not sure why Macaque doesn't just move in with Monkey King at this point—they obviously like each other and even the third guy's been accepted by both—but it's the same question he could ask himself: why not move in with Sun? Too many monkeys, is his first reaction, but honestly the threat of Zhang San coming back someday and seeing the two of them in one house is what really keeps him in check.

(If he wanted to win over Sun, he would've done it first and a thousand years earlier rather than settle for second place now.)

Once in front of the fridge, Nezha opens it up and starts to put stuff around what's already inside, finally used to the proper placement of things. (Honestly, the looks he'd gotten from putting vegetables next to raw meat once upon a time?)

"Do you want me to take out any of this stuff?" he keeps talking as he works. ostensibly to no one. But having a roommate with six ears means you can whisper and he'll hear you just fine, so he might as well been shouting right now.

It's Nezha himself who needs to strain his ears for a response, only to hear nothing. He checks the clock on the wall—it's getting on evening, so the guy should be home to cook? Unless he ran off to hang with Monkey King again and pranked Nezha into coming back to an empty house or something.

Pah, joke's on him. He's rich enough to order takeout for the rest of his life.

Closing the fridge, the lotus prince saunters to the family room, still talking to empty air. "Also, do you know any good cooks? I mean, guys who do it for a living. A friend of mine's thinking to hire...I don't know where to get that kind of chef, snipe 'em from a restaurant or something?"

That's probably the easiest way to do it, but otherwise he was looking at online research instead. Magnolia could do that herself. It was also a pretty stupid question so he's expecting a snarky comeback, but the fact that no one replies is pretty telling.

Macaque's not home.

Just in case, Nezha decides to float upstairs, planning to listen in on the guy from outside his room. If the monkey's not sleeping, sick, or well, dealing with stuff like last time, he's likely MIA.

He doesn't expect to see Macaque's bedroom door standing ajar by the time he reaches the landing though. Exasperated, Nezha dismisses his Wheels and stalks over noisily on foot. "C'mon, you've never been this obvious with bait—"

The door creaks open. The inside is bare.

This...what, did he actually move out?

Looking around the empty space makes the ends of Nezha's hairs stand on end. It takes a moment before he unfreezes enough to scramble through his pockets for his phone. Fingers scrolls through his contacts—nothing, no name—then social media, where people are posting about the eclipse that dropped by while he was obliviously browsing the aisles of the supermarket.

Gone, just like that.

He's not sure what he feels at the moment. Honestly, the ones who should be missing him are—again, more scrolling back and forth—still here, so that's gotta suck. The other guy's gone too, though Nezha doesn't recall him as much as he does Monkey King with him, and—his brows wrinkle, thinking back to the fridge.

It's full of food, and right now he's the only one living in this house.

...tomorrow. He'd deal with it tomorrow. Keep what he could eat, donate the rest or something—it'd be a joke if he tried to cook like Macaque, but wasting his ingredients is even worse.

Do I tell someone? No, they'd probably find out for themselves—and maybe even sooner than he did, since they were actually close. He and Macaque were—well, they couldn't be friends as far as Heaven was concerned, but they weren't enemies.

They were comfortable, Nezha decides, in their special brand of impersonalized co-living that had the guy bossing him around with a spatula in one hand and a pan full of spicy sizzling vegetables in the other to scrub the toilets already, it's only fair, Nezha, before setting a full bowl of food in front of him for lunch half an hour later.

Wordlessly, Nezha walks to the bedroom windows and throws one open. A late summer breeze trickles through the opening, hot and heavy, making it hard to breathe. He inhales it anyways—and then climbs onto the windowsill before stepping out entirely. Of course his Wheels catch him before he falls, and Nezha turns mid-air to hover outside his building, staring at the windows darkening with the onset of incoming rain clouds.

The houses here are never left empty for long—the Stars always fill them with new, confused faces every few days. He'll probably get a new roommate next time, but he'd have to figure out the groceries before that, and there's no telling how the other monkeys are going to cope with this all, or if they'll even drop by to check.

He frowns at that thought. Would it be better or worse for him to be there when they do?

If he keeps the window open, they can let themselves in—or just use the balcony, another favorite. There's been no issue of thieves in this area of city so he can keep things unlocked—the locals know better to try against all the superpowered weirdos they get every month moving in. And even if nobody comes—

Well, maybe he's the one who needs time to readjust to living by himself again.

Nezha looks at his phone and decides to book a hotel for the night.

[frozen-fountain]

Find the Word Tag

Thanks again to @vcaudley; I'm leaving this one open to anyone who wants to do it.

Rules: Search your writing for the following words, and post an excerpt containing them. I give you grey, ocean, bitter, and ash.

Bind

“It was only a toy to you!” she cried, voice reedy and thin. The only one left. “It was half of me, and now it's gone!” Once, she could have propelled herself through the window and left only a star shower of broken glass ringing in her wake, racing through the sky where no hand or mind could bind her ever again. Once, she could have taken her body and ran, higher and faster than any measurer or plunderer could ever soar. She sank back to her seat on legs that turned to shifting sand beneath her heart. No choice, no choice, no choice but to wear the crown that bound her forehead – but they had to put it on her first. She could've melted it all over Kefka's harrowing hands, cleared a path with but a wave of her hand, grabbed the arm of the other little girl before it turned to ice and ran, ran through the hell of fluctuating dials and hissing steam where her people lived in glass cages. And then, and if, they might never - “You'll never know what it's like to be torn in two! Twice!”

In Widening Circles (Final Fantasy VI, Terra forms a support group for the former Kefka cultists, slice of life/character study)

Ring

“You gotta slow down, sweetheart, we're old and we ain't on spry little legs like yours!” She turned back and waited dutifully by the steps down to the dining area, and he leaned in and nudged Elmyra's side, lowering his voice to a husky whisper. “Packed the sailor suit, just so you know. Figured there'd never be a better place for it.” She laughed then, like she did that first day she found the thing in his closet, that low and dirty laugh that came out late in the evening after a few sips of wine. The long mirror in the pokey inn bathroom in Costa made him gleam, softened by the ring of lights that framed it. The dark and hunger of the slums hadn't eaten away at the muscle the mines put on him, and not a smudge of soot marred the white. As pure as snow, as new teeth, as Rufus Shinra parading at the prow of the boat. Aerith had giggled as she told him how cute he looked in it, the strip of pink in her hair bobbing up and down as she raised a hand to her mouth. But she giggled a lot, no matter how serious the situation, before whatever she saw in Bugenhagen's observatory sank her sunshine.

Aperture Priority (Final Fantasy VII, Barret visits Corel post-canon, psychological drama)

Silence

The city was wrapped in silence as Zuela left the light of their room behind her, throwing the loose thread free as she went. If the jungles of the south were abundant with fruit and flower and song, the north was abundant with space. The tall white trees that glowed with the very voice of the planet lined the pathways and made a loose roof that protected the city from the ravages of the polar wind. A full moon cast pools of silver light on the floor, shifting with the world's breath. Zuela hopped and darted in the shadows between them where no sentry could see her.

Clownfish (Final Fantasy VII, Jenova and the Cetra, horror/suspense)

Rest

There is no light in freefall, no night, no day, no clock, no wall, no end, the only meter the hymn that dreams a city far beyond their island, and all that is real are the chains that lie invisible over her heart. With stone lungs she breathes beneath them, a sigh that moves through all the world. Somewhere, elsewhere, here, there is a tumbledown temple where she cut her son's nails with a knife rough-hewn from a stray piece of flint, and where she taught him to die with purpose. “Our island is small, my love,” she said, placing a decisive kiss on the crown of his head as they sat under the broken doorway, uncrossed by any other feet for countless years. He waited, rapt and without complaint, as she stripped the scales from slender fish bare-handed to boil in brackish water. “But one day, the rest of this world will be ready for you. Your father is working very hard to make it so.” “And that's why he can't come see us?”

Penitent (Final Fantasy X, Anima character study, psychological body horror)

[ciaossu-imagines]

So, just as a prelude to the ficlet, I had a rough day yesterday and hated everything I wrote and deleted every fic or request answers I wrote but still wanted to write, so I ended up just being completely self-indulgent and wrote little comfort fics for my favourite characters off some fluffy memes. They're not my greatest writing but I figured I'd share them in between posting requests and my Homra! AU ficlets, so have some fluffy Spanner and Reader to start!

“Hey y/n, have you seen…”

Spanner’s words stopped short as he walked into the little office off the large workroom he shared with Shoichi and, occasionally, any scientist, inventor, or mechanic from the Vongola allied families who needed the space or were interested in the projects going on. He stared for a couple seconds, internally kicking himself a little for how loud he’d been when he entered and a little worried.

He had known you were working in the office, collecting and sorting through the raw data and running numbers and plans and checking to see if all scheduled deadlines were actually still on schedule or not. And he knew you’d been working hard. How could anyone not know? You spent hours out of your days in front of the computer screen, barely taking breaks, only grabbing quick meals, and bringing them back to the office to eat or taking quick shower breaks. You’d become a mouse in the background of the workroom, always there, just kind of heard as frequent little taps of keyboard keys at all hours for the past two weeks.

They’d all assured you that you didn’t need to work so hard, but Spanner knew  you well enough to know that you pushed yourself hard, that you always wanted to do everything so perfectly and that you put so much pressure on yourself and, while he wasn’t above reminding you to go take breaks, he wasn’t someone with any right to lecture you, even while you worried him to death. Wasn’t he someone who did the same, after all, and worried you just as much?

And there he’d come stumbling in so loudly, to find you slumped over on the computer desk, head cradled in a hand just inches from the keyboard, fast asleep. He’d guessed the crash was coming, knew from experience that a body can only go so long, and he was silently praying to the gods that he hadn’t woken you up from the sleep he’d been wanting you to get for days now. Almost holding his breath, frozen in place, he waited and waited, making sure you didn’t stir.

But you seemed fast asleep, slumped in the computer chair. Spanner let out an almost silent sigh of relief as he quietly approached the offices’ desk, looking for the blueprint he’d needed. Finding it, he slipped it out of the open folder, heading back to the workroom and setting it near the station he was working at. He smiled as he looked at his half-built invention, giving it a quick twice-over before patting it on its metal frame.

“Be back in one sec, little buddy. We’ll get ya all set today, promise. Just gotta take care of something first.”

Minutes later, he was back to sneaking quietly, shoes off and walking on tiptoes, back into the office where you slept. A bottle of water, a florescent pink Post-It note on it, and a couple tablets of Robaxacet were slid as quietly as possible on the desk a little ways from you. Spanner had had enough experiences in passing out in some weird spots while working to know the backache you’d wake up with. A blanket was carefully lifted from his arm, shook out as quietly as possible and carefully laid across your back and shoulders. He smiled as you remained still and asleep, breaths even and deep and your face peaceful.

He turned and crept quietly back out, pulling the office’s door closed behind him, only the blanket (a t-shirt quilt you’d made him) and the Post-It Note with his scrawled handwriting… ‘You’re doing good and deserve a break so take one 🙂’ the only clues he’d been there.

[ladowasnthere]

Random Prompts Combinatios #1:

DIY Projectile Removal + Gotta Stay Quiet To Avoid Discovery + Tight Spaces

Work: Whenever We Are

Characters: Ein and Zwei

CW/TW: Blood, DIY Stitches, Descriptions of injury (specifically crossbow bolt wounds and the removal of said bolt), Needles, Swearing, Guns (small mention)

A/N: I didn't mean for it to be this long, nor for it to take so long, but I have a habit of getting carried away, especially when it comes to these two. This was honestly, like most of my works, one great big ramble, if there's any mistakes, or something I need to add to the CW/TW list, please let me know.

Zwei yanked Ein into the narrow opening, one hand over their mouth while the other was pressed around the crossbow bolt sticking out of their bloodstained torso.

He stood still for a moment, keeping their bodies pressed close as he listened for footsteps in the hall outside. They came and went, a two pairs of shoes heavy and rushed against the cold stone floor of the cave. Once they passed, Zwei turned Ein around, stuffing their tall figure into the corner farthest from the cubby's entrance.

Ein protested of course, their wings and legs bent at what had to be uncomfortable angles as they were forced to lie somewhat flat in the small space. Zwei had barely any space to properly sit beside Ein but he made it work, even if he was forced to hunch over them.

Zwei removed his hand from Ein's mouth and a pained groan fell from their lips the moment he did. Ein bit their bottom lip to avoid making anymore involuntary noises and Zwei busied himself with the immoral's gear.

There was unfortunately no time for gentleness, so Zwei forced himself to ignore the various whimpers and whines of pain that escaped Ein's notice, nor could he slow down when noticed the way their body trembled with discomfort.

This was meant to be easy reconnaissance mission, however, the rookie Ein had been paired with set off an alarm, alerting the enemy of their presence. Ein had managed to get the rookie and a few other soldiers out of the underground base and to safety, but not without taking a couple hits themself.

Since their only other way of escape had left with the rest of the squad on Zwei's order, that left him and Ein with only one option left: Flight.

But then Ein took a crossbow bolt to the torso, and there was no way in hell Zwei could fly both himself and someone injured, winged, and taller than him to a safe distance at a reasonable speed.

This meant Ein had to fly themselves out, which they simply couldn't do with bolt sticking out of their lower ribcage. Which brings the duo here: an extremely cramped hidy-hole where Zwei was preforming emergency surgery.

Zwei had successfully removed Ein's chestplate and unzipped their suit, now his hand was hovered over the dark skin of their torso around the bolt. The bleeding wasn't too bad yet, but Zwei had already fished some gauze and a pre-threaded needle out of his first aid kit. Ein paled when they saw it.

"You're fucking kidding me."

They hissed under their breath, giving the general a hard glare. Zwei fished a lighter from one of his pockets, using it to bend the metal of the needle.

"Gauze isn't going to do shit for something this deep. I'm not killing you over something this small."

Zwei's response was clipped and monotone. The shuffling of clothing was heard and Ein held back a yelp when Zwei suddenly stuffed his gloves into their mouth.

"I apologize in advance."

That was all the warning Ein received before Zwei suddenly yanked the bolt out with a single fluid motion.

Their body tensed, shaking violently as their eyes immediately widened and their jaw clenched around the gloves. Zwei was suddenly grateful for his foresight of putting the gloves in Ein's mouth, else they might’ve bitten their tongue clean off.

Zwei worked a lot faster after that. He was fully hunched over Ein's bare torso, one hand quickly cleaning the area in the best way he could manage while the other brought the needle up. Fortunately, the size of the bolt wasn't that big, it was long and tapered without a proper arrowhead, so the hole itself wasn't very large either.

Zwei pressed the needle into Ein's skin with a practiced steadiness and curved it through as smoothly as possible. He was working off of nothing but the flashlight attached to his chestplate and tried his best to work with Ein's trembling form. When he had fully pulled the line through, he tied it three times before cutting it and moving to re-thread the needle.

When he finished he resumed his position over Ein's body, but paused again upon seeing their fists at their sides. They were clenched so tightly, their nails drew blood from their palm. Zwei furrowed hid brow and wordlessly moved their hands to his (mostly) free arm, he also spared a glance at their face, but quickly refocused on his work upon seeing it.

He would dutifully ignore the tears pooling in the corners of their clouded eyes. Their body was in the present, but Zwei could tell their mind was somewhere farther back. He didn't want to be the reason they had to relieve unpleasant memories. Ein's fingers dug bruises into his arm, but Zwei continued working.

Things were going smoothly until the last stitch. Ein's body had stopped shaking as much, allowing Zwei to work faster. However, right as he began to press the needle through for the final stitch, he heard footsteps approaching their little alcove.

Zwei quickly turned out his light and froze in place. The steps stopped besides the entrance of the space and Zwei cursed internally. Then he heard voices. Two of the patrol men were currently having a conversation outside of their cubby. There was a curtain covering the entrance that blended the opening into its surroundings, but they'd find it if they were looking.

Fuck.

Zwei couldn't stop now, they were almost done. Instead, he leaned in close to Ein, right beside their ear.

"Stay as quiet as possible. Guards outside."

Ein nodded, and Zwei moved back down to their torso. He leaned in closer, trying to see in the now dim light. He pushed the needle into the skin, but unlike the last four stitches, this one didn't go in as easily. Zwei frowned, realizing he'd have to force this one. He breathed, still able to clearly hear the guards outside.

Zwei held the skin with one hand while the other pressed the needle into it. Ein jerked at the sudden pressure, and their fingers (which had been close to relaxed) gripped his arm tightly.

𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺. He spoke to himself internally.

Another jab. Ein's fingers dug deeper.

𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦.

Another. Their body tensed.

𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦.

Zwei gave one final, insistent dig before the skin gave way.

"Did you hear that?"

A small cry had escaped the muffle of the gloves. They both froze.

"Yeah, don't know where it came from though."

"But it sounded close didn't it? Kinda behind us."

Zwei's free arm pried it's way out of Ein's grip and slowly moved to the handgun on his thigh.

"What? How can you tell all that? I barely even noticed it."

"I could just, like- I could just tell alright? You don't need to sound so judgy."

"I'm not-"

"𝘏𝘦𝘺!"

A third voice, loud and authoritative, ordered the pair of guards back to their stations. Zwei let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, but he didn't dare move until the sound of footsteps had came and went. Zwei pinched his eyes closed, breathed, then opened them again. He switched the flashlight back on and finished Ein's last stitch.

After being given the clear, Ein slowly maneuvered themselves upright before zipping their suit back up and replacing their body armor. Zwei busied himself with making sure there was no trace of the two of them left in the tight space. Once done, Zwei stood and poked his head out of the opening, looking up and down the hall for any sign of a guard. Finding no one, he turned to Ein.

"Ready?"

Ein met Zwei's gaze, and if they hadn't known each other for as long as they had Zwei might’ve missed the crease in their brow or the way they bit the inside of their cheek.

(His heart ached with their pain, truly it did.)

"Yeah. Let's go."

And they went.

[diah-the-demon]

yeah the vibe is different </3 it now feels less like a personal chat and more like a personal chat in a public space but what else can we do when tumblr keeps being homophobic TT-TT

yeah I hope so too!! I'll bring it up to her soon as we still have Sci-fi cons which we regularly attend bcs I think that'd be cool!

and aaaw that sounds adorable!! The Sci-Fi cons that I visit always have lots of kids that age running around with their plastik lightsabers and usually clone wars masks of Anakin and Obi Wan and it's the cutest thing to watch them run around and play out their ideas

yeah she probably won't ksjdlsk it's just that we're both so used of someone bitching at us for buying even the most necessary shit so we gotta get used to that no longer happening slkjdlsk I'll probably bring it up to her soon, maybe tomorrow after uni! Hell I can even pay for it myself, I still have a lot of unused money from the past few cons since I barely bought smth aside from postcards / small prints

ksjdslk you're going to have the sickest bookshelf if that works out! and I hope it does skdjsl But yeah that sounds like a solid idea as to where to put them!!

ooh I think with the shows coming out there should definitely be a spike on tutorials for them!! Though I highly doubt there weren't some to begin with with Star Wars being such a huge franchise!! (and yeah I think that could probably be a solid start!!)

Yeah that's also always what I have noticed (it's probably also one of the most comfortable options ngl skldjsk) I think attaching them is going to be the most tricky part but I bet there are tricks to do so very easily!

yeah it feels way more out in the open, like speaking into a microphone instead of like just a casual conversation sat at a table in the corner of the room.. we could switch to discord or insta dms if we want it less open but idk, feels weird when its not on tumblr

ooo that sounds like fun! i need to try going to a sci-fi con, i know they have some in edinburgh occasionally throughout the year so il see if i can maybe go there eventually

it was!! it was so fucking fun, i remember around that age me and my sister would have lightsaber duels occasionally, too bad the sabers were bad quality so i accidently broke mine when i hit it too hard </3 thankfully it was after halloween so i still had the saber for halloween, just imagine like an 8 or 9 year old with a darth vader mask and red lightsaber walking down a dimly lit street dsjdsslkdj

i remember when i went trick or treating later that day i used my vader helmet (well its more like a mask tbh, its only the front half of vaders helmet lol) as a bucket to keep my sweets and candy in dlskjdslkjds

thats fair i cant rlly blame you or her, it will probably take a long time to get over that (i know the feeling cause my mother is like that sometimes, its so fucking annoying. she does it less to me now cause i have my own money but still)

i hope it goes well when you talk to her about it!! i doubt she wont let you buy it but wishing it goes well anyways!! if you dont do it tomorrow tho do keep in mind the sale is i think only lasting 1 more week? (or until everything sells out) so dont leave it too long slksjdlskd

IK ITS GONNA BE SO COOL, id say my bookshelf is already pretty cool because ive got 2 shelfs of books (one is mostly manga and star wars books, other is recipe books and other misc books) i could put them in 1 shelf but ive done it that way so theres space on the shelf next to the books, so i can put the helmets next to the books!! thinking about it now i can prob get 2 on the bookshelf and then the other 2 could go ontop of it maybe, idk il figure that out when i get them dsjlkds

Edit: heres a pic of said book shelf, forgot to mention the (fake) plant that hangs infront of my manga!!! skdjd Ignore the basket on the second shelf of books btw thats just where i keep my socks rn lmao (and random clothes in the shelf below too sldjslskssjk, im working on it so ignore that)

Anyways i could totally fit a helmet or 2 in here, one where the origami book is and one where the basket is, then the rest can go ontop of the bookcase idk lol

oh yeah its def gonna be trending, i saw one for storm trooper armour a few months ago, not mandalorian but tbh they are close (i mean storm trooper armour was based on the clones armour which was based on mandalorian so it is connected lmao) even if there isnt im pretty sure i could probably figure it out on my own if i had to

i think the way il have to attach it is maybe velcro? cause pins could fall out and if i try to put it back on it will be in a slightly different area probably, so what im thinking is having small velcro patches put onto the body suit and some on the armour pieces!! probably wont work out how it is in my head when i finally do it but i can atleast have ideas until then lol

[spottedmischief]

Perhaps this whole thing had bothered him more than he let on. Perhaps it was her impatience that made him nervous. Perhaps it’s the fear that got him on the edge - all that fear cannot just come from getting blamed. There was something else going on but now he didn’t dare to ask. He already got enough that he barely got to process and he wasn’t sure how much more his furbrain was able to handle.

Perhaps he was just cautious not to make her upset. She is leader and an adult - one wrong word and she might forcefully drag him along, who knows.

Perhaps it’s because in a way, he gets it. Scar was terrifying and as time went on … maybe he wasn’t the legend they thought he was - now that thought process turned out to be true.

It was a nice offer and he appreciates that she clarified it can’t be rushed, but that doesn’t mean the thought of it was … Janja is the one who makes the decisions, not him. He wasn’t sure how to feel about any of that anyway - dad had taken the slow approach with him, understanding the confusion that it was a lot to take in that you have a dad after living for so long thinking his clan was the only family he knew. He didn’t ask him to join anything - it was the younger hyena who approached on his own accord again.

Though he was not sure how much of that has changed since he knew about Scar. Oh. Did dad send his leader after them for that? No, dad wouldn’t do that. Hopefully.

It’s just that - they all appeared so sudden after years of thinking Janja and Chungu were the only family they have known. Then he finds out - on his own too that everything they thought about the lion who helped hyenas was wrong. He doesn’t mind spending time with dad, he wants to get to know him better but to show up and ask to join a different clan? He barely knows them.

After everything they have been through together to just show up like that to say they would be safer there? Everything had been so frightening before he met Janja. They all settled in the clan. Janja as the leader, Chungu and him as second in command. Why would he want to give that all up? Why join a different clan where all what they fought for will happen again? To start from scratch?

Cheezi shakes his head. He got his mind stuck in a loop.

“Right,“ Janja, Scar, Kiburi, Reirei and Ushari never ask for input. Dad likely had bright ideas, didn’t he? Regardless-

He needs the time to process all that now. Clear his mind. Find someone familiar like his leader or Chungu. He just wants to be with his clan now.

“Listen, I uhm- gotta go ‘cause Janja is probably worried where I am by now,” he puts emphasis on the worried part as to not give her any idea that Janja might be some kinda bad leader. In his opinion, Janja wasn’t. It was his fault to begin with for messing up - and she already did say that she wants to speak with his leader about some things he told her - meaning he already gave her stuff that she’s not supposed to know about. He really needs to learn how to keep his mouth shut at times because if she talks to him, he knows that Janja is going to be upset with him later.

“Chungu likely too. Stayed out too long here already, so I gotta return to them - y'know, clan stuff."

He needs to process and figure out how to tell them but for now? He just wants their company. Or some space. Whatever comes first.

Shenzi could be impatient. She knew that much about herself, it's why she sometimes struggled to understand Ed. She was too impatient to slow down and dissect what he was trying to say.

Her ears folded back against her head and a slightly nervous smile showed her teeth as she thought back on what living in the same dens as the living 'Mad King' and the lionesses was like.

It wasnt a laughing matter that was for sure. Haha. Laughing matter.

"Never did laugh at any of our jokes, even before it all went to the dung heap." She snorted with an anxious giggle, the claws on one of her front paws digging into the dirt.

"Not yours....no." She murmured...she didnt seem as tense now. Certainly still a bit anxious but she was trying to calm her wired nerves. "Ya dont have to rush it....or rush trying to make a choice. Sorry, kid. Just want you to know you kids have a place where you'll be safe, not trying to uproot you or anythin." The matriarch looked a little sheepish

"Some young leaders are like that....think we should only listen to ourselves.....hes young. He'll learn. Whether that's by talking to someone more experienced like me or something happening he'll learn either way. I ask for Ed and Banzai's opinions before I do things all the time."