I love Tamsy a lot okay?

not a writer.

[calebbbbbbbbbbbbbbb]

Tamsy x GN!Reader

Synopsis: Reader has a crush on Enjin and Tamsy’s trying to prove he’s clearly the better option.

Type: Fluff

Suggested by bendrownded16 

A/N: Not so toxic Tamsy like the other fics

You’d recently joined the cleaners as a supporter, having a similar job to Eisha by working in the infirmary. It was fairly peaceful even with the occasional cleaner bursting in with guts spilling out; You got to learn more about medicinals with Eisha and she even invited you to get lessons from Alice with her! It was a stable and enjoyable job to say the least. 

Tamsy had taken notice of you about a week into your employment, having met you in the common room during a party Riyo had thrown for no particular reason. He introduced himself smoothly, mostly to assess your value or threat, and ended up getting wrapped up in a conversation with you. Without noticing it he felt himself being drawn to the way your lips moved while you spoke, or how the sound of your laugh brought forth an unfamiliar warmth in his chest.

Maybe it was the alcohol he’d consumed, which in all honesty wasn’t that much, but he felt like a moth drawn to a flame. He ended up making a few playful comments that you reciprocated, and it only encouraged him further. You intrigued him more than he anticipated, and he decided he wanted to get closer to you. For grand scheming, is what he told himself. But of course, that was a lie.

The next morning he visited you in the infirmary, apologizing for making inappropriate comments and claiming he enjoyed your company. Once he checked his watch, he’d realized you’d been talking for hours about unimportant topics he never would’ve cared for until you mentioned them. Days turned into weeks, and he found himself hanging out with you far more often. 

He was comfortable with you, comfortable enough that a small part of him wanted to tell you the truth of his intentions with the others. Though the logical part of himself knew you might take it the wrong way, so he kept silent. He thought it might be good for his mind to have someone to actually trust and talk to, humans crave intimacy after all; And he was human, mostly. 

Lo and behold, the charmer himself Enjin just had to insert himself into your life. The first time you met Enjin was at Alice’s, where you, Eisha, and Tamsy were learning about antiseptics made from different medicinals. Tamsy only agreed to tag along because you’d be there, and not at all because he found Alice’s loud berating amusing. The door flung open revealing a limping Enjin, blood pouring from a wound on his thigh as he flashed a faltering smirk asking for some help. 

Alice and Eisha agreed it’d be good for you to practice on a real patient after going by textbooks for hours, so you were assigned to do the job while they supervised. That’s how you ended up sliding down on your knees holding a med kit. Tamsy, for one, absolutely despised this position no matter how professional he acted. Enjin wasn’t a saint, even in these situations.

“This might burn a bit.” You mumbled under your breath while pouring an antiseptic over the wound. It was deep but didn’t cover a large area, so a few stitches would do. Enjin couldn’t help but notice the flush creeping up your neck and tinting your ears, his smirk growing into a grin as he leaned back on his palms. “You blushin’? No need to be shy, sweet thing.” His tone dropped an octave and he brushed a few stray strands of hair behind your ear.

“M’ not blushing, and stay still.” The redness in your face only got worse as you tried to focus on doing your job. Alice and Eisha had left to attend to other matters, leaving you, Enjin, and Tamsy alone. You prepared the thread and needle and started to stitch the gaping wound carefully. Tamsy felt almost livid that Enjin was daring to flirt with you; YOU, the one person he had let himself trust partially after all this time sworn to secrecy.

He approached and crouched down beside you, gingerly placing a hand on your shoulder and watching your work. “You’re stitching too shallow, it’s more likely to break then. I’d suggest you go deeper.” He guided you carefully, casting an irked glance up at Enjin who shrugged lazily. “R-Right, sorry.” You were distracted from being this close to Enjin, but even more so with Tamsy’s hot breath fanning your neck.

You managed to tie off the thread and bandage Enjin’s thigh without incident, with him thanking you with an overly flirtatious tone just to piss Tamsy off before leaving. Good riddance. As much as Tamsy appreciated him as a pawn in his game with Rudo, he couldn’t stand the thought of him getting any closer to you than he already was.

Later that evening you’d come over to Tamsy’s room just to hang out, sitting on his bed brushing his hair while death metal played from his radio nearby. “Do you know the name of that guy earlier?” You asked in an attempted nonchalant tone, even with the obnoxious blush returning from earlier that Tamsy could catch from a mile away. Even with the sound of your voice he knew you were getting shy.

“It’s Enjin. Why do you ask?” His tone was clipped and almost accusatory, glancing over his shoulder at you with a calculating look. You froze for a moment before returning your attention to his hair, which you were now brushing with far extra care now that he was watching you. “I don’t know. He was kinda cute, no? I like his tattoos.” Your voice decreased in volume as you went on, wanting to cave into yourself with embarrassment. “Forget I said anything.”

A solid minute of silence passed with the only thing breaking it being the guttural vocals of the lead singer. Rock on, brother. “I would hate to see Enjin take advantage of you, he’s known to get around.” He sounded almost concerned if it weren’t for the underlying possessiveness lacing his tone. “He ‘gets around’?” You repeated slowly as if the realization was dawning on you. 

“Mhm, he’s not one for commitment. He may be somewhat attractive, but I don’t think he’s right for you.” Enjin was an ideal partner and he knew that, but he couldn’t help but paint him in a bad light just so you’d steer your attention away from him. “I guess you’re right.” You pursed your lips in thought, setting the brush aside and running your fingers through his silken hair. He smiled warmly at your agreement, internally celebrating the small victory.

Snaking his arms around your waist he pulled you into his lap, leaning back against the headboard and tracing lazy patterns on your lower back. It would’ve been a friendly gesture if it weren’t for his inner turmoil. You let out a peaceful sigh and returned the embrace, exhausted from a full day’s study with Alice. That woman almost gave you a concussion when you almost answered an impossibly confusing question wrong.

“I could treat you much better.” He couldn’t contain the thought any longer, stroking your hair gently and holding your gaze as if he hadn’t said something that could change your relationship forever. “Hm?” You cocked a brow at him questioningly, mind going blank before he continued riskily. “In a relationship, I could treat you much better than Enjin ever could. If you’d like, of course.” The option had crossed your mind more than once, an actual relationship with Tamsy.

Immense satisfaction came when he noticed you blushing just as hard if not harder than you did with Enjin. He reveled in your embarrassment and held you closer, lips ghosting over your ear as his voice lowered. “Would you like that, dear?” A shudder shot up your spine before you nodded, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. He chuckled softly and resumed stroking your hair, settling in for the night with you finally in his arms in a non-friendly way. “Good. You’re mine now, hm?”

“I won’t let you leave.”

A/N: I’m so freaking tired I tried falling asleep TWO HOURS AGO before I got this suggestion and felt too inspired to go to bed </3 Also Reader blushes a lot for some reason, ignore it.

[glitchy-vibe]

I’m a big believer that Tamsy has never had a partner before you, and honestly won’t ever have another (you’re not going anywhere even if you wanted to). He loves to tease you and pretend like he’s the one with a lot of experience, but when it comes down to it, he has never wanted someone to get that close to him even if it’s just a hook up, let alone an actual relationship. You're his first and last, but he’ll never admit that and honestly you’ll probably never know with how he acts.

[zyasia]

Yalll! I found the cutest fricken thing like ever.

I got a Tamsy shimeji!!

Here is the link for the video from the original creator if you wanna have a mini tamsy on us screen too💕 the like is in their description!

Tamsy Caines Shimeji Mascot

Free shimeji by shimejimascot. Add to your extension library.

[pinksandss]

Gachiakuta men x gn! reader

**manga spoilers** guess which one is my favorite lol

You’re their vice, inexplicably drawn to you whether it destroys them, rebuilds, or does both. Aka, you’re their perfect match.

Enjin

He knows what it means to be broken, wholly and without cause. To pick up the pieces back himself and force them to stay put, even if the shards cut deep into the flesh. He left you alone when it became too much, the soft sounds of your sobbing a grating to his ears. You had your own battles to fight and he knew that. But the emotions made him withdraw. Every sense of his wanted to escape, leave the vulnerability behind. And you understood the space, always did, always respected it even when he felt terrible for it. With a huff of his cigarette, he sighs before blowing out his frustrations with the smoke, other hand running through his hair. A terse fuck it is whispered before he stomps out the cigarette and heads back inside, searching for you to help guide him back to the closeness he can’t afford to lose again.

Tamsy

Never. Never had he once meant for this to happen. For you to happen. What a disgusting liability you were, to draw out hatred and love, jealousy and acceptance, anger and peace, and everything in between, blending them together until there was no distinguishing between the two. A beat of silence passes before a revelation, then a jarring smile stretching across his skin. You were made for him. Should he thank a god for you? No. Perhaps the two of you should become gods in your own right. You stayed with him despite it all, despite his seething ugliness laid bare before your eyes. Never. Never would he let you leave him.

Arkha

He hadn’t meant to find your notes. Any normal person would have been scared off, but the thought that you took detailed notes, written poetically on your observations of him warmed his heart in ways he didn’t think possible. The notes spoke of his thoughtful decisions, how he uplifted others, and the small acts of kindness that often went unnoticed. Touched by your insights, Arkha realized how much he valued your perspective. He discovered not only your admiration, but also your hopes and dreams. This unexpected glimpse into your heart sparked a feeling within him that he had never anticipated. Ah, perhaps he was much softer on you than he should be.

Jabber

Wild hair tousled and his laughter infectious, he tormented you. Despite this, there was a soft side to Jabber that few had seen— one that yearned for connection. Once, you broke his nose. The next night, you gave him a black eye he was sure would infect him and he’d lose a good eye. Don’t keep your hands off of him. He needs you more than is healthy or necessary. God, your laugh swept him off his feet. Please do that more. Jabber discovered that his heart raced not just for the thrill of battle, but for the excitement of sharing adventures and laughter with someone like yourself, who embraced life with equal fervor.

Zanka

Average Joes don’t get a good life. No, they get nothing but the constant battle of swimming upstream. Zanka knew this, yet Zanka was a man of contradictions— quiet yet intense, seemingly grumpy on the outside but deeply reflective within. His high-strung nature often made him wary of social interactions, but this changed the day he met you. Zanka felt a twinge of admiration mixed with self-consciousness. He couldn’t help but compare himself to that light, but rather than pushing you away, that genuine kindness sparked something in him. You encouraged him to share his thoughts, creating a safe space for his pensive musings. With each shared moment, his heart softening, he realized that you were not some insurmountable ideal, not someone he needed to best, you were simply a companion who illuminated the corners of his guarded soul. And he would keep your light shining with his, for as long as he had left in the world.

August

Energy can neither be created nor destroyed. In that sense, it’s a contradiction of systems that existed long before anything else and will surpass all life. It happened quietly but all at once, a slow build of feelings that transcended a simple friendship. August felt a flutter of excitement each time you arrived, and the world around him faded into the background. In the midst of his bustling life, he began to understand that his connection with you was something truly special, blooming into an unexpected love that transformed energy into matter. Creation always did flow from his fingertips, and now you are his most precious muse.

Follo

Loyalty is one of the most admirable traits in dogs. Follo found himself hoping he could find some use or outlet for the conflicting feelings blooming within. As he navigated the complexities of his emotions, Follo's passion for his work caused burgeoning affection, leading him to a profound realization that his heart was drawn to you in ways he had never fully acknowledged before. Much more than a comrade. He trailed behind you often, imaginary tail and ears mimicking how they would protect their Person. So, be kind to the poor dog; he isn’t sure he can handle spreading himself even thinner for anyone else.

Gris

Daylight was far too bright. Brighter than it should be. In a world where kindness often goes unnoticed, Gris emerged as a beacon of compassion, his heart brimming with passion and a genuine desire to help others. It made you wary— no one was just kind on the Ground. However, his beams of sun extended with special privileges to you, his moon. A vice, an escape that a so-called selfless man was all too happy to indulge in. The sun shines brightest in the middle of the day and rests at night as the moon takes over. A perfect dance of celestial opposites.

Zodyl

Sacrifice could really be beautiful. Especially when nothing that mattered could take it away. In the shadows of his own making, Zodyl wandered, a man steeped in nihilism and cruelty, where life held little value and empathy was a distant echo. Yet, amidst the desolation of his heart, a flicker of something unexpected began to stir, a light piercing through his darkened soul. As he grappled with this unfamiliar warmth, the walls he had built around himself trembled, revealing the fragile beauty of connection that he had long denied. As long as you have your uses, as annoying as you are, he wouldn’t toss you aside just yet.

[owo-lamp]

Did I brought some justice to Tamsy?

[limeiryll]

cw. soft yandere at the end if you squint, dog-coded!reader (cat-coded!reader here)

thinking of flins with a dog-coded reader’s dynamics today. the way you bounce up to him every time you spot him, eyes sparkling, smile prominent, imaginary tail wagging behind you vigorously? it tugs at his heartstrings, really.

having said that, your optimism and trust in people makes him worry almost constantly. like a puppy who’d happily take up the hand of anyone who’d give you delicious treats, you’re often oblivious to others’ malicious intent hidden beneath a pleasant facade. he’s had to shield you from such encounters, lectures you on the importance of being more wary and suspicious of people, yet still you persist in seeing the good in humanity. he’s unsure if he admires or loathes this trait.

either way, you’re so adorable he wishes he could just gobble you up carry you in his lantern everywhere. lock you up so your light only shines for him to admire and bask in. soak in your healing presence, smell the sun in your hair, watch your eyes twinkle under the moonlight, listen to your mind-fogging laughter, kiss your breath away…..

..... oh dear, here he goes again, getting ahead of himself and letting his fae nature daydream of what the future holds. this won’t do.

he has an essential errand to run — such as taking out some trash.

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

CopyCat

This was written after a match of copycat w my boyfriend. If i had a nickel for every time i lived becuz someone i knew was the killer, i would have two nickels which isnt a lot

Rated Mature | Warning: Aesop just Aesop

The game supposedly is simple, they said that about Tarot and Blackjack which is not easy! You have the role of Detective, you… Honestly, you do not understand how you are supposed to find clues as everyone is running around doing something to their assigned goals. You find the tasks are easy but finding them is not, as you partially know your way around this creepy unsettling map… Not that you get many matches here.

“What are you doing?” Aesop says from behind you as you are refolding the towels after obtaining a rag… You have no idea why the task wants you to find a rag. You look up from your crouch form and smile.

“My tasks.” Thinking nothing of it, “You?”

“Checking on you. I saw you run in here. You shouldn't be alone.”

“I wasn't at first. Norton was here until Luca passed by then he said he was gonna go check on him.” Standing up after putting everything back in place, “You want to see the piano with me?” Offering to stick close with the Embalmer.

“Yes.” He takes your hand, a first for you, and guides you to the church room with the piano.

Here he watches you attempt the task of playing a few piano notes. His eyes are not on you but on Norton who is hiding a body in another room as quietly as possible. You mess up and retry giving the perfect opportunity for the copycat to hide crime (after quickly killing Luca between the music playing).

“I swear Frederick makes this look easy. Fucking three times…” Finally done, “Aesop?” Turned to get up only to be greeted by his face up close filling your field of view.

He is closer in your personal space with his hand on top of the piano to hold himself in place above you, “(Name),” His eyes on your face then your lips, “A kiss.”

You stare at him completely flustered as Aesop is not the type to always ask for physical affection, you seek it more so from him while respecting his boundaries. You grip the edge of the seat, his finger hooked over the top of his medical mask. To anyone else this is nothing but to you it has you open your mouth ready to question but Aesop is quick to silence any words. His lips on yours without the mask are rare, his tongue in your mouth only happened once but the sensation was too much.

You grab his shoulders as one hand is on your thigh and the other behind your neck keeping you in place as he kisses you. You crumble easily, of course you do, you love Aesop, and anything he gives you is treasured— As he does with you. Your eyes close as you return the kiss the best way you can give the only other person is Joseph who honestly plays with you like a cat to a mouse.

Aesop is demanding your focus on his kiss, stealing your air before you can get it back between kisses. You do not see his eye is on Norton who hid the body and now is leaving to distance himself from the crime scene.

When Aesop pulls his lips away, he realizes he can taste the flower cake you were sharing with Emma before the match. Licking his lips noticing kissing you this way was not bad.

“A-Aesop…” You are completely a mess while he looks completely fine. “Uh… Wow.”

“Sorry,” Pulling back up his mask, “Thought it would make you feel better.”

“Huh… Oh! Yeah, heh, it made me honestly forget what I was upset about haha.” You wish he did not stop and take you on the piano like some scene in a periodic TV show, which reminds you he does have that one outfit…

“Emergency meeting called by the Fire Investigator!”

The announcement is loud from the old speakers.

Everyone is going over clues as the spotlights shift between each player. Aesop is quiet. You are antsy and keep playing the kiss over and over in your head, going a little past kissing.

“(Name)?” Emily's voice makes you snap back to reality, “What were you doing during the time of the murder?”

Without thinking, “Kissing Aesop.” You say than panic, “Doing a task in the piano room then kissing Aesop!”

Silence… “So that clears them…” Says Edgar who sighs.

You mouth sorry to Aesop who sits across you but he looks rather pleased with himself.

When the meeting ends, no one is voted out, you go back to doing your task. No piano but you need to go paint? More like tracing what is painted there already.

Aesop walks by you while following Victor, he glares at Norton who is going to strike you but raises his hands as if he is joking.

Next emergency meeting, Edgar is voted out after trying to blame Florian for the death of Victor. Poor Charles found the body.

You really hate this game is literally Among Us from your time, or that other game Town of Salem. It feels rather fucked up given how after this each person has to depend on each other in matches.

“Are you okay?” Aesop asks after the second meeting.

“Yeah, just… This game would be better for the hunters. At least they don't have to rely on each other.”

“Why?”

“This is a game of lies. Lying to one another, the accuser and the accused. I can't tell who to trust or who to be alone with I—” His hands on your face as to center you with the cold texture on your heating face.

“Do you trust me?”

In your frazzled state, “Yes.”

“Good. Nothing is going to happen to you.” Aesop would rather kill you himself but you are going to be last. The others are a problem, especially Charles, “Stay in plain sight.” And you do.

The Detectives win because you love doing tasks… You are definitely a bit scared of Aesop as he lied to you yet kept his word. You weren't harmed even though it cost the copycats the match.

The kiss is not letting you stay mad at him.

[owo-lamp]

AESOPPPPP MY BELOVEDDD

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

CopyCat

This was written after a match of copycat w my boyfriend. If i had a nickel for every time i lived becuz someone i knew was the killer, i would have two nickels which isnt a lot

Rated Mature | Warning: Aesop just Aesop

The game supposedly is simple, they said that about Tarot and Blackjack which is not easy! You have the role of Detective, you… Honestly, you do not understand how you are supposed to find clues as everyone is running around doing something to their assigned goals. You find the tasks are easy but finding them is not, as you partially know your way around this creepy unsettling map… Not that you get many matches here.

“What are you doing?” Aesop says from behind you as you are refolding the towels after obtaining a rag… You have no idea why the task wants you to find a rag. You look up from your crouch form and smile.

“My tasks.” Thinking nothing of it, “You?”

“Checking on you. I saw you run in here. You shouldn't be alone.”

“I wasn't at first. Norton was here until Luca passed by then he said he was gonna go check on him.” Standing up after putting everything back in place, “You want to see the piano with me?” Offering to stick close with the Embalmer.

“Yes.” He takes your hand, a first for you, and guides you to the church room with the piano.

Here he watches you attempt the task of playing a few piano notes. His eyes are not on you but on Norton who is hiding a body in another room as quietly as possible. You mess up and retry giving the perfect opportunity for the copycat to hide crime (after quickly killing Luca between the music playing).

“I swear Frederick makes this look easy. Fucking three times…” Finally done, “Aesop?” Turned to get up only to be greeted by his face up close filling your field of view.

He is closer in your personal space with his hand on top of the piano to hold himself in place above you, “(Name),” His eyes on your face then your lips, “A kiss.”

You stare at him completely flustered as Aesop is not the type to always ask for physical affection, you seek it more so from him while respecting his boundaries. You grip the edge of the seat, his finger hooked over the top of his medical mask. To anyone else this is nothing but to you it has you open your mouth ready to question but Aesop is quick to silence any words. His lips on yours without the mask are rare, his tongue in your mouth only happened once but the sensation was too much.

You grab his shoulders as one hand is on your thigh and the other behind your neck keeping you in place as he kisses you. You crumble easily, of course you do, you love Aesop, and anything he gives you is treasured— As he does with you. Your eyes close as you return the kiss the best way you can give the only other person is Joseph who honestly plays with you like a cat to a mouse.

Aesop is demanding your focus on his kiss, stealing your air before you can get it back between kisses. You do not see his eye is on Norton who hid the body and now is leaving to distance himself from the crime scene.

When Aesop pulls his lips away, he realizes he can taste the flower cake you were sharing with Emma before the match. Licking his lips noticing kissing you this way was not bad.

“A-Aesop…” You are completely a mess while he looks completely fine. “Uh… Wow.”

“Sorry,” Pulling back up his mask, “Thought it would make you feel better.”

“Huh… Oh! Yeah, heh, it made me honestly forget what I was upset about haha.” You wish he did not stop and take you on the piano like some scene in a periodic TV show, which reminds you he does have that one outfit…

“Emergency meeting called by the Fire Investigator!”

The announcement is loud from the old speakers.

Everyone is going over clues as the spotlights shift between each player. Aesop is quiet. You are antsy and keep playing the kiss over and over in your head, going a little past kissing.

“(Name)?” Emily's voice makes you snap back to reality, “What were you doing during the time of the murder?”

Without thinking, “Kissing Aesop.” You say than panic, “Doing a task in the piano room then kissing Aesop!”

Silence… “So that clears them…” Says Edgar who sighs.

You mouth sorry to Aesop who sits across you but he looks rather pleased with himself.

When the meeting ends, no one is voted out, you go back to doing your task. No piano but you need to go paint? More like tracing what is painted there already.

Aesop walks by you while following Victor, he glares at Norton who is going to strike you but raises his hands as if he is joking.

Next emergency meeting, Edgar is voted out after trying to blame Florian for the death of Victor. Poor Charles found the body.

You really hate this game is literally Among Us from your time, or that other game Town of Salem. It feels rather fucked up given how after this each person has to depend on each other in matches.

“Are you okay?” Aesop asks after the second meeting.

“Yeah, just… This game would be better for the hunters. At least they don't have to rely on each other.”

“Why?”

“This is a game of lies. Lying to one another, the accuser and the accused. I can't tell who to trust or who to be alone with I—” His hands on your face as to center you with the cold texture on your heating face.

“Do you trust me?”

In your frazzled state, “Yes.”

“Good. Nothing is going to happen to you.” Aesop would rather kill you himself but you are going to be last. The others are a problem, especially Charles, “Stay in plain sight.” And you do.

The Detectives win because you love doing tasks… You are definitely a bit scared of Aesop as he lied to you yet kept his word. You weren't harmed even though it cost the copycats the match.

The kiss is not letting you stay mad at him.