#you ask me about samus you better be prepared for a novel

[screwattack]

does she get homesick? is it a homesickness for a place, a concept, or both? and if she does, what's guaranteed to trigger it?

if we are to limit ourselves purely to context provided by the games, it would be irrefutable to say that samus’ homesickness is deeply intertwined with her upbringing by the chozo, & the melancholy of a completed mission is the general catalyst for her desire to embrace any reminder of their warmth, partake in however much comfort it provides :  

with the phazon crisis brought to a close, another chapter of galactic history bookended by the arrival of samus aran & the intervention of the galactic federation,  mourning fallen allies corrupted by the very power that allowed her to succeed, she returns to the planet of elysia, another world of many graced by chozodian engineering, & merely sits & stares as the sun falls over skytown .  like all of samus’ characterisation in the prime trilogy, it is simple, effective & infinitely meaningful .  the events which transpire in wake of her adventures always carry a deeper consideration within her that we never get to see, & she, like anyone who would survive similar horrors, needs time & privacy to work through the events unfolded .  solace in the knowledge that peace once again reigns through the galaxy, her chozodian duty fulfilled, grief for those who couldn’t survive to see it, for what she was forced to do to fulfil her purpose .

the ever poignant cosmic balance, trading a few lives for a billions others .

samus’ conception of a home can only ever be fashioned in the image of the chozo, nothing that precedes or succeeds her upbringing on zebes can rival the days spent dashing past the fields of crateria, exploring the ancient temples of chozodia, under the watchful eyes & tutelage of old bird & gray voice .  even though always training to be a warrior, a student lost in teaching, seeking bloodthirsty vengeance against the pirates who robbed her of her human family, it would be the closest thing she would get to a childhood, & alongside the early days of her time in the galactic federation, form the self-perceived positive aspects of her early life .

i’ve considered for a while now how to best rewrite K-2L in samus’ backstory, maintaining the orphaning while removing ridley’s involvement, & i think an unnecessary but fitting change would be to refashion K-2L from a human colony on an unnamed planet to a colony ship floating through space during the moment of attack .  does seem more fitting for space pirates to commandeer a spaceship, i feel, & beyond samus’ very early youth, the cold & sterile environment of a colony ship would provide ample explanation for her childish mind retaining little of her human upbringing .  it was a transitional environment, a liminal space, always waiting on the promise of arrival somewhere else, though K-2L would never finish its journey .  samus remembers little before the fire that engulfed the ship, the attacking pirates, the screams of the colonists, her mother hiding her away & the dreadful wait as the sounds cease & her rescue from it by the chozo .  it’s a memory always wanting to burn its way out of her mind, only leaving scars .  something she distracted herself from while on her path to becoming a chozodian warrior, & nothing resembling home .

even zebes, the planet on which she had spent her youth, grew into another form as the chozo reached extinction .  it’s true nature as an inhospitable wasteland where nothing but predators survive reclaiming itself from everything the chozo had done to shape zebes into the centre of their great empire .  as she left for the federation, samus only had her memories of zebes as it was .  before its destruction at her hands, it was no home to return to, only a corruption of what the chozo represented, & the pirates claiming its caverns only proved that she was the last of her kind .  after all was said & done, & zebes was truly lost to the galaxy, all samus could do to soothe nostalgia is search through the worlds the chozo have touched, planets unlike zebes, civilisations which embraced the chozo & their gifts openly .  these became her home, places like her, a combination of everything the chozo were & something else .  lost & abandoned only for her to rediscover, relive the days of her youth, running among ruins .  she fears, in time, that even these relics will be lost .  she does what she can to preserve them, maintain them, so that she could never lose anything resembling home again .

[kkusuka]

Cocky best friend Astumu, always bragging about how many girls he gets and y/n is not completely inexperienced, like they have had their first kiss and have done a bit of groping but nothing beyond that. So one day y/n nervously as Astumu if he’ll teach them how the give a blowjob. At first he thinks it’s a prank and says no so y/n is like “find all just ask samu” and he’s just like “no no no no no no absolutely not, I’ll teach you” and they are both nervous but it ends up being 1000% better than he thought and now he’s obsessed with trying to sleep with his best friend, basically he’s pussy whipped and he hasn’t even fucked them yet -✨Puppy🤩

aka. a growing up friends to lovers fic that ends in a blowjob

aka. you suck atsumu’s dick in the locker room bc you’re jealous of all his chicks

cw: face fucking, atsumu being atsumu

not proof read <3

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they say twins have half of the same soul. one heart divided into two. an eternal bond between people.

so how was it possible for twins to be so universally different?

osamu, sweet sweet osamu miya. meeting on a sweltering august day, at some convenience store a few roads from where your family moved. you had run into each other, the collision making you drop your popsicle.

the commotion bringing tears to your seven year old mind, you couldn’t believe what was happening to you. your allowance, gone within a second. and a boy thinking you were a crybaby.

you were ready for the world to burn around you, what was life without your cherry slush pop? so of course, noticing he was no longer there, you waited outside the store ready to berate him for drowning your only happiness in the depth of the ocean.

and when he did, you didn’t prepare for a new cherry pop to be shoved in your face. He apologized for your now red puddle of sugar water on the concrete.

you both sat on the curb, arguing why each of your preferred popsicle flavors were superior.

osamu, your sweet osamu, had become a constant in your life.

you were so happy to see him playing in the sand at a local park. so you did what you had done so many times before, run up and ruffle his hair.

only to be met with a harsh, “gross! i’m not ‘samu you weirdo!”

and thus atsumu miya, the supposed other half, was thrown into your world.

beyond looks, he was nothing like osamu. and yet you somehow became closer to the snarky, eventual blonde.

still favoring osamu, their twinly banter had now included you. granted you took osamu’s side a whole lot more than atsumu’s.

that must’ve been the spark that drove the temperamental boy closer to you, in respect that you never admired your application for the boy.

not wanting to feed into his ever growing ego.

in some odd way, you had become his closest confidant. the one he came to when volleyball became a little too much.

you got to be the girl who wore his opposite jersey to his games, the one who sat with him and explained his math homework to him for thirty minutes because he didn’t understand.

you were atsumu miya’s best friend. the best friend that he told all his adventures, ones that you don’t always want to hear.

“and she did this thing with her tongue! i think she could swallow my whole dick if she wanted to!”

asking him about his love life was something you couldn’t help but doing. no matter how much you wanted to be the one he talked about.

never mind how he pretended her head was there and how he threw his head back, there was no way he had any idea what it was doing to you.

you were jealous, far more than you even had been. you knew this girl, she was someone you knew got around. good for her, but you wished she didn’t have to go after your half of the twins.

but there was no way you could be as good as he described, and you weren’t going to ask anyone else. you were stuck between a rock and a hard place, with an extremely narrow escape route.

“could you, maybe, um, teach me how to do it?” you didn’t know if he was schooled to some other bad emotion but he just froze for a minute, and right as you were about to take it back, “y/n, stop playing! pranks aren’t funny unless people are around!”

he thought you were joking?

now you were more angry than embarrassed, you’ll show him. if he didn’t agree you’d have to make him.

“fine, i bet osamu would help. i guess i’ll have to go find him.” sighing you rose from your seat as a look of pure horror crossed the blondes face.

“wait, wait! don’t ask him! here, i’ll whip it out and ya can to it, promise!” he practically yanked you back into him as his hands fumbled with his pant ties.

you do have to give it to him, he has a pretty dick. less long than you hand thought but definitely makes up for it in girth, and god was it leaking.

“s-stop staring! just grab it.” grab it?

doing as he said you wrapped a hand around the base of his cock. his breath hitching was you have a few experimental tugs. you kind of had an idea of where to go from here.

wrapping your lips around the head of his dick, you gave small kitten licks cleaning the pre-cum. gathering all your courage you took as much of him in your mouth as you could fit.

it wasn’t much but whatever you couldn’t reach you replaced with your hand, a move you learned from the romance novels you spent all of second year reading.

a hand attached to the back of your head before his voice rasped out, “hollow your cheeks, suck”

god he sounded hot, the hand pressed your head until your nose was against his pelvis and his cock was in the back of your throat. “breath through your nose, keep your tongue moving babe”

following his direction you finally got to see his head throwback as a loud gut weak moan left his lips. taking a second before bobbing your head you set a slow teasing pace.

that lasted about a minute before two hands grabbed your cheeks and began bobbing your head for you.

as he face fucked you, he let all of the moans and grunts out. exclamations of how he was going to surf your mouth with cum, and you’ll swallow.

following up on his promise a few minutes later keeping your head there until you had for sure swallowed his load and he was soft.

letting you kneel under his for a minute, thumb brushing your lips to rid of any cum that may have been left.

“was that good?”

“better”