#it's been so fun chatting with you this month! <33

[frogchiro]

Omg ur centaur könig got me thinking about a waternymph! reader who takes care of a local waterfall which she had been born into by the soft ripples splashing on the shore of the small lake, small bundles of flowers and cloaking trees practically it shroud it from sight and any passing adventurers. You're alone, the lake can't hold more than a single one of you and you can't help but feel lonely..

SO YOU MAKE IT A POINT TO TAKE TO ANYONE AND EVERYTHING THAT SOMEHOW MANAGES TO WALK PAST OR FIND UR RESERVOIR

You chat up to a passing chimera called Farah, then another few harpies which had flown by looking for her, another pretty nymph, a few satyrs who tried to be cheeky and get you to come out of the water despite your flustered protests. It's that you couldn't, you just find it odd! You protest despite their little teasing tugs, hands wrapped around your bicep to pull you up where instead, you mischievously pull them down and get them doused and their flutes ruined. You even meet a hulky centaur who seems very sleep deprived, with many other nymphs toddling around him! You greet them with an excited smile and you all immediately become BESTIESSS you help them refill their water, and even let them bathe in your spring, you even manage to talk to the massive centaur who is actually quite polite and curious about you. By the time they leave, you're all basically bawling your eyes out and hugging and despite their insisting you join them, u just can't leave ur little spot like that:( they leave and u wave them goodbye with a chirp and a song. You somehow met the formidable minotaur who had managed to escape the labyrinth, scarred and dirty and helped him bathe and drink some water. He returns the favour by catching you a deer for a nice, hearty meal and some wine which had been left by the entrance of the labyrinth he'd left, forgotten offerings. He leaves after a month of recovery and it's just as teary. But it's alright! U don't mind..:(

Until all of a sudden, when you're just happily sunbathing on one of the tilted rocks in the middle of the small lake, napping on your side,, when you're practically jolted awake by arguing! Uh oh, everyone you've ever met is back and arguing on the lake side about who exactly means more to you(in a more comical way, not in a weird boyfriend girlfriend sort of thing?? Idk how to explainnn) like:

"Well, she combed our hair and gave us forehead kisses!" Arguged one of the many nymphs, pointing at the band of satyrs who looked like they were going to shank someone with their flutes. "So? She played in the water with us!" One of satyrs snaps, giving the girl a mean mug. "How stupid! She let me drink from her personal cup, fools!" The chimera yelled. "Yeah, same!" The harpies tried to butt in. "I stayed with her for a month." The minotaur adds as well, his voice rumbly. Alongside them are myriad of other creatures you didn't even know you had made such an impact on, it would make u cry lf happiness if not for the fact they're still arguing. They all are rather passionate about ur happiness, and they all want to be the cause of it:((

And all waternymph! Reader wants to do is just take a nap..but first priority in her mind! Hugs and reunions! Fuck your arguing! You want to hear about everyone's adventurers! So, with a cute smile, u get everyone to set up around the lake and that night is filled with a ton of fun festivities, drinking and a lot of wrestling among different species(for fun and competition, it's actually really funny to watch!)

SORRY FOR THE LONG SPAM BUT THIS HAS BEEN COOKING IN MY MIND FOR SO LONG<<33 I LOVE UR WRITING SO MUCH I JUSTTTTT MWAH MWAH UR AMAZING!!! MUCH LOVE XOXXOO

It's very much okay darling, I don't mind!! Thank you for all the love and I'm sorry for not responding earlier :((

I hope you guys enjoy the read and please send me more of your thoughts on nymph!Reader and CentaurKönig♡♡♡

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My little love

Chapter 33

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader

word count: 2.6K

Warnings: None really, just some fluff, implied smut

A/N: Just a little family time. Then Lottie asks a very important question...

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“Mama wook it.” Lottie called out. 

You were slipping on the last metal bracelet onto your wrist when you turned to look at her. She was standing in the middle of your bed jumping so that the skirt she was wearing would bounce around. 

“Is so fun mama.” She giggled.

You smile while moving towards the bed. Lottie walks towards the edge and when you’re close enough she jumps into your arms. Her arms wrap around your neck and her legs around your waist. Her laugh is contagious and you can’t help but join in. It had been months since you had been rescued. Since then you had celebrated the holidays and it had been nice to focus on good things. Now everything was going back to normal and part of you was worried about it. Although the good thing was that you were able to focus on the kids. Taking them out more often was an adventure on its own. Watching them learn more about the outside world was wonderful. 

“I lobe you mama.” Lottie says once she’s caught her breath and finished giggling. 

“I love you more, sweet Angel.” You kiss her temple. “Now let’s get your hair done. Do you want two pigtails, space buns or braids?” 

“Bwaids mama.” 

“Ok, braids it is.” You set her down on the bathroom counter where you have all her hair products set up. 

Just as you finish tying the second braid off, Henry stops at the door to the bathroom. He’s also all dressed and ready to go.

“Mama, can you help me with my hair?” He pulls the hair tie out of his hair and lets it fall freely around his face. 

“Of course, C’mere.” 

You’d found out that Henry learned how to fix his hair on his own while you had been gone. Since you came back though he always asks you to do it. While you comb his hair, Henry stands in front of Lottie and the two of them chat about whatever surprise you and Bucky have for them today. 

“Is so fun Bubba. I see it.” 

“Yeah? Where are we going?” Henry asks. 

“Is suwpwise.”

“But that’s not fair.” Henry gives her an exaggerated pout in hopes of swaying her into giving up the surprise. “It’s not my fault I can’t see the future.” 

“Nuh-uh Bubba. I no say anything.” 

“What do you say, Henry, should you have matching braids like your sister?” You joke as you comb through his hair.

“Mama.” He giggles. “No. I want my hair down.” 

“Oh, ok. If you change your mind though, I can totally braid it.” 

He laughs but pulls away while Lottie begs him to get braids. 

“We’ll get him next time, sweet Angel.” 

“Next time, mama.” 

“Alright, time for shoes.”  

You grab Lottie and head toward her room when you bump into Bucky who was dressed and ready to go. 

“What is this about braiding Henry’s hair?” He was already giving you a suspicious look but the corners of his mouth were upturned. 

“You next dada.” 

“Oh so everyone is just going to have matching hairdos, doll?” 

“Yup.” She nods and extends her arms so that he grabs hers. “Shoes dada.” Lottie sticks her foot out and moves it around to show that she isn’t wearing any. 

“Ok, shoes it is.” He says with a nod. “Meet you at the front door in five?” 

“I’ll be there. Oh and don’t forget her tights.” 

He gives you a lopsided smile and you walk back into your room to grab a few last minute things.

At the door you and Henry have your jackets on and are waiting for Bucky and Charlotte. They show up soon enough and the four of you head toward the elevator. Steve catches it just before the door closes. 

“Are you guys ready for your adventure today?” He asks the kids while pressing the button to the floor he wants.

You and Bucky give each other a knowing look. The floor he’s going to is the labs, not his office. 

“Baby already knows what the surprise is. But I’m excited.” 

“Am ‘xcited too, Steebie.” Lottie looks up at him with a smile. 

The elevator stops and the doors open. Steve starts stepping out before turning back to the four of you.

“You guys have fun and you tell me all about it when you get back ok?” 

“Ok.” Both kids reply before the doors closes and the elevator takes you down to the garage level. There you load the kids into the car and head out.

“Are we gonna see sharks?” Henry says as Bucky pulls into the parking lot of the New York Aquarium. 

“We see all the fishies, Bubba.” 

You and Bucky smile at their excitement. They practically jump out of the car once it’s parked. Bucky takes Lottie’s hand, while you take Henry’s and head for the entrance. The four of you start your walk through of the aquarium. Henry often leads Charlotte just a few feet ahead while you and Bucky walk hand in hand.

“Wook it Bubba.” Lottie points through the glass to a yellow fish. “Is so pwetty.” 

“Look at the turtle, baby.” 

Henry and Lottie stood side by side with their hands pressed up against the tank as they slowly looked around. Both of them with matching expressions full of wonder. It was a beautiful sight to see, the kids finally being able to be kids freely without danger looming around every corner. Bucky keeps an arm around your waist as you both also watch the sea creatures swim by. The two of you talk quietly about the aquarium and with the kids. You take pictures and little videos to show your family and the team later. 

You and Bucky had made sure to have passes for the shark exhibits that Henry liked and picked a penguin encounter for Lottie. They were so curious and asked so many questions. It was endearing to see them enjoy childhood. 

****

“Have some fries, doll.” Bucky places a few french fries on Lottie’s plate. “You too bubs.” 

The four of you sat at a booth in a small restaurant for dinner. 

“Is so yummy.” Lottie says. A french fry in each hand, one for herself and one she offers to you. 

“Thank you, sweet angel.” 

The four of you continue to eat and talk about all about the aquarium. Henry had loved the sharks and Lottie had been fascinated by the penguins and sea otters.

“Mama.”

“Yeah bubs?” You look across the table at Henry. 

“Are you going to go on missions again?” 

You and Bucky stopped in your tracks. Lottie looked between the three of you from her place at the table a bit confused. 

“Did someone talk about me going on missions?” 

“I don’t know.” He shrugs. “I heard daddy and uncle Steve talking about a mission.” 

“No go on missions mama.” Lottie adds worriedly. 

“Well just so you both know, I won’t be going on missions for a while. I will be helping at the medbay though. So I’ll always be close by.” 

It’s something you had discussed first with Bucky and then the team. Bucky had been completely supportive and relieved that you didn’t want to go out on missions. Although he thought you would have been upset with him when he expressed his opinion. He was just worried about you and would much rather you be safe at home than out on the field. The team was completely understanding but sad to know you wouldn’t be joining them, not even as just the medic. You did state that if you absolutely had to, you would go but it would have to be something big. Fury was the only one that really protested but the matter was quickly shut down when Steve put his foot down and the team supported it.

“Good.” Henry smiles at you. Lottie nods in agreement. 

“Alright let’s finish up here so we can go get some ice cream.” 

It was past the kids’ bedtime when the four of you finally made it back home. There ended up being an impromptu walk through the park after dinner where Henry spotted a man playing the saxophone. Of course they wanted to stand by and listen and maybe they even danced a little. After that Lottie reminded her father that he was going to get everyone ice cream. It had been the perfect ending to the perfect day. The most surprising part was that both Charlotte and Henry were actually tired but it must have been all of the excitement that had them almost lulled to sleep. Bucky was carrying Henry while you carried Lottie. 

Henry blinked owlishly as the elevator came to a stop at your floor. His piercing blue eyes find yours and he gives you a sleepy smile.

“Today was fun.” He mumbles. 

“It really was.” 

“Friday, could you please open the door?” Bucky asks. 

“Of course, Sergeant.”  

The front door pops open for you. Bucky nudges it with his foot and lets you walk in first. He follows you into the kid’s room where you lay Lottie down on the bottom bunk. You start to take off her shoes which wakes her up. 

“Pinky, mama.” Lottie says sleepily as she holds her hand out waiting for her pink teddy bear. 

“Here you go sweet angel.” You hand her the bear. “Can I change you into some pajamas?”

“Mhm.” 

You smile before getting up and heading toward the drawers. While you get their pajamas ready Bucky ushers the kids to the bathroom in order to have them brush their teeth and clean them up before bed. 

****

Once the kids were fast asleep in their room you and Bucky left to get ready for bed. You were in your room looking for a t-shirt to wear when Bucky came up behind you. Strong arms trapped you against him and you sighed contently as you rested your head against his shoulder. You felt his lips against your neck and you tilted your head to grant him more access. 

“Today was great.” You murmur.

“Yeah. It’s good to finally be able to go out with the kids and do normal things with them.” Bucky sighs and turns you around so that you’re facing each other. “Up.” He taps your thigh. You jump and wrap your legs around his waist while his hands support your thighs.

You lean down and kiss him while he walks over to the bed and sits on the edge of it. Bucky’s hands slip under your shirt and he caresses your sides, you smile into the kiss. With a content sigh Bucky pulls your shirt off.

“I love you.” He murmurs. 

“I love you too.” 

The apartment was quiet. Too quiet. It made you suspicious of a certain little giggle monster. You leave the book you had been reading on the coffee table and head into the kids’ room. There Lottie’s bin of art supplies was on its side and all of its contents was spilled on the floor. It was obvious she had been looking for something. 

You lean into the doorway and watch as she works on whatever project she puts her mind to. She’s humming too, an AC/DC song no less. Lottie has been hanging out with Tony too much. 

“Need some help, sweet Angel?” You ask after a minute of watching her work. 

“Pwease mama.” She looks over her shoulder at you and smiles.

You walk into the room and sit on the floor across from her. 

“What are you doing?”

Lottie holds up Henry’s orange teddy bear and her pink one in one hand while holding tape in the other.

“Are you trying to have them hold paws?”

“Yeah.”

“Like the sea otters?” 

“Yeah, bubba is my ottuh. Dada is mama’s ottuh.” She looks up at you with those big curious eyes of hers and sweet smile.

“He definitely is my otter.”

“Dada holds mama’s hand?” 

You smile because you know she’s referring to what she learned about sea otters at the aquarium and how otters will hold paws while sleeping to not float away from each other.  

“Yeah, your daddy is my otter and so are you and bubba.” 

Lottie scrunches her nose, an action that reminds you so much of Bucky, when she smiles before looking down at the bears in her hand.

“Give me those. I think I know what to do for them.” You tell Lottie and she happily hands them over.

Looking through the little basket of stickers, glues and tapes you find what you’re looking for. Working for a few minutes you hand the bears back to her. Lottie looks at the bears confused.

“Here you do this.” You grab the paw of each bear and let the magnets you had manipulated into each paw stick together. 

Lottie gasps and smiles while she pulls the paws apart and then puts them together.

“Mama so smart.” 

“Well thank you my sweet angel.” 

“Can show bubba now?” she asks as she gets up. 

“Don’t you think we should clean this mess up first?” You ask.

Lottie looks at her art supplies and you can see the gears turning in her head.

“Nah, is kay.” 

You huff a laugh and get up to follow her, a little mess never hurt anyone and Lottie was usually good with little clean ups when told to do so. 

****

“Hello my otter.” You murmur to Bucky as you sit down next to him. 

Sam and Steve were hanging out in the common room along with Bucky and Henry. Lottie immediately heads towards Henry to show him how their bears can now hold paws. Meanwhile you took the empty seat next to Bucky and he pulled you into his side. 

“Otter?” He gives you a questioning look. 

“Yeah, Lottie asked me if you were my otter because you hold my hand.” 

Bucky smiled sweetly before it turned into a devilish smirk. “I can hold other things too, Sugar.” 

“James!” You laugh. 

“What? It’s true. I’m pretty sure I held some other things last night actually.” He whispers in your ear before his hand squeezes your thigh. 

“Little ears.” Steve says horrified, his hands covering Lottie’s ears while Sam covered Henry’s. 

“I don’t even know what he said but you’re nasty.” 

You and Bucky laugh at Sam and Steve’s disgusted face and the kids' confused expression. They finally dropped their hands away from the kids’ ears which earned a glare from Lottie to Steve.

“Mama can habe juice?” Lottie turns her attention to you.

“Of course. Does anyone else want anything?” 

After no one could decide what they wanted you just offer to bring back random snacks. Sam suggests putting on a movie and the others agree. On the way to the shared kitchen you bump into Clint, Wanda, Vision and Nat and let them know about the impromptu movie session in the living room. Vision offers to help with bringing back snacks so Clint, Nat and Wanda join the others. As everyone settles down Lottie makes her way toward Bucky. She smiles up at him after sitting in the seat that was occupied by you a few minutes ago. As everyone suggests a movie, Lottie asks something that gets everyone’s attention.

“Dada?” Lottie gets his attention. 

“Yeah doll?”

“When you ask mama to ma-wee you?” She asks seriously. 

Everyone is looking at Bucky and he’s just staring at his daughter who is waiting for an answer. 

“Yeah Buck nasty, when are you going to put a ring on it?” Sam teases. 

Bucky looks around at his friends, no, his family and smiles. 

“Soon.” 

Ch. 34

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[elliesmainhoe]

Heyy 🔮 here I have a request (if you have time ofc)

Ellie with streamer gf were the reader has a loooong stream going and Ellie bringst her food water etc and keeps the reader company.

💜💜

Ellie Williams Headcanons: Streamer!Reader

Cute 🥰

She's always coming in to your office with a cup of tea, snacks or dinner.

Tries desperately to hide off camera.

Chat knows your dating ofc- she's known as the 'mystery girl with the tattoo'

Buys you loads of Knicks knacks to put on the shelf behind you of your favorite games and media

She's bought you a plumbob cushion (sims), about seven animal crossing figurines and a Gengar plushie (Pokemon).

Just to name a few

Arcade dates! Arcade dates!

She loves video games just as much as you do but is not extroverted enough to do it for a living, so your a pretty even match when it comes to who's gonna win.

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yourinstagram Arcade date with bae <33 (she beat me, I'm not okay.)

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dinnodina why do I third wheel so much? 💔

Y/Nss_1fan gf reveal when?!

You often do charity streams, they're usually quite lengthy and use up a lot of your energy.

So ofc your gf caters to all your needs.

In honour to raise money for research and support for the charity your chat had voted to support this month- you decided to do a 12 hour long stream.

You did a variety of things- you played different games, reacted to fanart and TikTok edits. It was a lot of fun.

A small knock on your office door told you of Ellie's presence. "C'mon in babe!" You yelled out to the girl, she shyly tiptoed in, a plate in her hands and a can of coke that she slowly put it on the desk.

User1: tattoo bae!!!

User2: omg omg omg play multiplayer with her!

User3: Move away y/n she's mine.

"you wanna stay and talk with us baby?"

"yeah I'd like that"

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yourinstagram thank you to everyone who donated to charity during yesterday's fundraiser live stream! After 12 hours of fun we made an amazing $17,403!!!

Have a little gf photo as appreciation ❤️🥰

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[oinkinpigprince]

Bartender!Charlie x Reader

Short, simple, a lot to make off of :33

Bartender!charlie x reader

You were a regular at the bar, with nothing to do you just liked to chat up people and talk. A bar is the perfect way to get some socialization and have fun doing it!

Charlie had been working there for about a month, he was pretty new and was getting use to everyone’s faces. He can very social when it’s required he’s just, never been the best at starting conversations by himself.

You’d order whatever your heart desired and Charlie would make it, and you two would be chatting on his free time. It was nice, being a bartender Charlie had a lot of time to work on his social skills. You got someone to talk to

Forming a bond with each other was a blast, being nerdy would definitely help but Charlie also doesn’t mind listening to whatever is on your mind. That’s what a good bartender does, but it was different with you

Charlie found himself excited to see you every week, talking with you made it worth it to go into work. To make you a drink and then spend the evening laughing about the latest internet drama was what he enjoyed.

You’d always have something new to talk about, keeping him up to date with your life made him feel involved and invested. Venting about his life also felt nice, he felt like he could trust you.

He’d also give you advice on your day to day life. Especially when you were sad, he’d give you advice on how to improve your living habits. That was one thing he’s been really good at, life coaching and helping people that way.

Even when things got busy, he’d make sure to check on you very regularly. Refilling and getting new drinks for you. Even trying to still talk to you while in the rush

Now, a big reason why he enjoys this job so much is because he needs a LOT of improvement on social cues. He’s always been VERY bad at reading cues from people, so sometimes when you got a little tipsy and bold it’d fly right over his head.

Eventually you just straight up asked him on a date, in your drunken state. He laughed, a little flustered and stammered, “ask me that again tomorrow buddy, let’s get you home.” Patting your back and leading you to the door

The next day you DID ask him again and he did say yes! He just wanted to make sure you remembered even asking him.

[scatteredskittless]

Hey! I've been reading all of your Angel Dust stuff and I adore everything! I do have a request. I understand if you don't want to do this, or don't even see me.

Could you do a Drag Angel x Male Reader? I'd prefer it to be a little smutty, but you can add whatever you want with it!

Hope you have a great day!

Drag! Angel Dust x Male! Reader

A/n: I’ve gotten two requests for this surprisingly enough lol (important notice at end !!)

Warnings: None

Fluff✔️ Comfort❌ Angst❌ Smut❌

🕸️ᥫ᭡ The first time Angel randomly walked into the hotel lobby in drag with you there, you weren’t too shocked. I mean c’mon, it’s Angel frickin’ Dust.

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Plus he looked good in it sooo you were definitely not complaining

🕸️ᥫ᭡ If you’re good at makeup he might ask for some help with his makeup for drag

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Which is fun because you get to sit on his lap and chat while you do it. Fun bonding moment ‼️‼️

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Will wrap his arms around your waist while you’re doing it and yes will be flirting with you until your cheeks turn red

🕸️ᥫ᭡ He can’t help it !! It’s just the perfect opportunity to tease you :P

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Lets you give him advice on what outfit he should wear

🕸️ᥫ᭡ The only thing he won’t let you help out with is his hair or wig, he’s VERY particular about that for whatever reason.

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Thanks you for all the help with a kiss on the forehead (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Of course, it’s overdramatic and with a “mmmwah!” Sound affect

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Overall drag is a fun thing for Angel and he’s glad he got to share that with you <33

Notice !!

Hey guys :)

I’ve been on hiatus for a while now and this is just kinda my explanation why and moving forward stuffs/plans for the future ദ്ദി(˵ - ᴗ - ˵)

Long story short my hyperfixation on Hazbin Hotel died out pretty quickly aannnddd life has been insane lately?? It’s like the AO3 fanfic writer curse hit me or something even though I mainly write on Tumblr lmfaooo

I’ll spare you the details but what’s been going on with me recently has kept me from creating really anything and the fact that the hyperfixation died out doesn’t help either. It’s hard to write about stuff I’m no longer very interested in.

That being said I don’t mind writing for Hazbin so send in your requests !! But I might not be able to get around to them as frequently as I used to.

Alsssooooo If you have other fandoms you’d like to see me write for I’ll see what I can do, so send in requests for other fandoms too (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

Happy pride month !! And I’m sorry if I didn’t make much sense here lol, I’m terrible with words ironically enough

Please do not repost, translate, or plagarize any of my fanfictions/headcanons/writing without permission ◟( ˃̶͈◡ ˂̶͈ )◞

ᯓ★ Scatteredskittles

[hey-hamlet]

wha!!! hope everyone is safe, including your mutual. Also, good on you for taking a break!! I have missed you but I'm glad you're being healthy and studying<33

actually i didn't tell that mutual story because i forgot to, but i will because it's kind of hilarious. i wont @ them just bc i've been rather loosey goosey with my personal information here and don't want to dox them by proxy (not that i think i would, but anyway! most of this story is actually just my complaining about the field trip but anyway. hang in there.

so! i have to take this one first year course because i only just picked my minor. people playing along at home will know im a second year who already has a degree, so this first year course is kind of killing me because its just the same content i've been taught before. nothing wrong with the course itself, im just not the target audience here.

there was a compulsory field trip which no one was enthused about, especially given it was 125 dollars and our course coordinator was kind of bitchy about it like "just don't buy bubble tea for a month and you'll be able to afford it" which. still mad about but not relevant here. we arrive and its pissing down rain. like, we are swimming in it. this rain continues the whole time.

and then as we eat lunch, the power cuts out. this is an over night trip. the power does not come back on until the next day at about noon, so we all have to hang out in the dark and take freezing cold showers - the showers were also full of weird bugs and smelt terrible. we are also in a 10 people per room situation on terrible terrible beds, and they make us wake up at 6am which is extra lame.

ANYWAY, through out all of this, we had 2 major activities, done in groups of about 8 with one tutor to each group. our tutor is basically group adult (this is a first year course and most of the people in it are like 18) and the person who knows what is going on. my tutor, who i get randomly assigned, is a delight. very funny, nice to work with, explains things enough to make sense but not enough that i get impatient, 10/10 great at their job. as a group, we all chat to eachother and the tutor.

i, as a person who has default scripts for small talk(ish) talk i run through, only have so many fun anecdotes i can tell about my life. it turns out that this is a problem.

at the end of the trip, we are sat in a room waiting for the bus, just vibing. not relevant to the story but like 3 people stacked it falling down the hill just getting to the room bc of how steep and muddy it was, i felt terrible for them, but it was also kind of funny. my tutor turns to me.

"so. do you like, have a tumblr? because i think you do."

i turn, torn between called out and impressed at the accuracy of this burn. "yeah i do - why?"

"i. think we're mutals." i blink. i do not know how to process this. they lean over.

"hey-hamlet, right?"

my soul leaves my body, then i have a moment where i am violently grateful the stuff i post here isn't *that* weird. like its weird. but. it could be so much worse.

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The Betrayer | Chapter Ten: The Swing of Things

You fucked up. Badly.

Pairing: Albert Wesker/F!Reader, Chris Redfield/F!Reader

Tags: Fluff, Violence, Injury, Death Mention

Notes: Woof. It has been over a year since I last updated this fic, and I am SO sorry. In that time, a lot has happened in my life, including graduating from college with a bachelor's degree and a slew of health (both mental and physical) issues that are still ongoing. I can't promise that my updating will be consistent or quick in any capacity, but I hope this quells you guys' fears that I have "given up" on this fic lol. My sincere hope is that I will someday finish it, even if it takes many many years. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this addition! I suppose you can consider it somewhat of a "filler" chapter, but I genuinely believe even the more fun chapters still have a degree of important plot (even if it doesn't appear that way at first, as I love adding "blink and you miss it" moments that are either call backs, foreshadowing, or easter eggs lol). Please let me know what you think and if you have any theories! I love reading those! Have a good one, y'all!

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Day 33; Haddonfield

You leaned against the shed wall as you desperately tried to regain your breath, heart beating wildly in your chest.

You were in the middle of a trial in Haddonfield with Laurie, Mikaela, and Jeff, three out of the five generators needed to power the exit gates finished, when a looming figure had appeared behind you as your group scoured for the next one.

He would have gotten you too, if Laurie hadn’t turned just in time to see him lunging for you, his kitchen knife barely missing your shoulder as she pointed behind you and screamed, making you duck.

The four of you scattered after that, losing each other as the Entity’s chosen killer for the evening seemed to pop in and out of existence due to his silent steps, the moonlight and the glow from the completed gens making his deathly pale mask somehow more haunting. It was eerie that someone so large could sneak up on you like that.

You were reminded of what your father once warned you about mountain lions:

“You won’t know they’re hunting you until they're ready to pounce.”

The thought made you shiver.

The other survivors called him “The Shape”. A name so… vague… shouldn’t have instilled so much terror in you. And yet. 

But Laurie told you his real name just a couple weeks prior as the two of you were hanging your laundry to dry. 

You had been chatting idly about your pasts, and you had foolishly asked her if there was a killer in the realm that was brought with her.

“Yes,” she replied quietly. You waited for her to continue, but it was silent for several moments. You looked over at her after clipping your bed sheets to the clothesline and could see her staring at the ground, brows furrowed.

“I’m sorry, you don’t have to tell me,” you assured her. 

She jumped when you gently placed your hand on her shoulder and she finally turned to you. “Michael. Michael Myers.”

You looked at her questioningly, not recalling that name being mentioned before. 

She continued, “He’s the one they call ‘The Shape’. He…” There was another pause as she swallowed, hard. “He killed my friends and very nearly killed me. Ruined my life in a single night, can you believe that? Halloween, of all days. I’ll never be able to enjoy that holiday again without looking over my shoulder. If I ever get back home to experience it, that is.”

All of the killers in the realm gave you a chill when you were told about them, but something about this silent stalker scared you more than most. More than Wesker. Hell, even more than Ghost Face. 

You had been fortunate in the month since first arriving in the realm that you hadn’t faced the Shape. You supposed luck always runs out eventually. Ironic, considering your nickname.

Though facing off against any killer could hardly be counted as fortune. In the five trials you had endured since your very first, you had only survived two. And barely, at that.

You couldn’t stop yourself from recalling those nights, the memories of your deaths in particular causing bile to rise up in your throat.

The Hillbilly and his chainsaw ripped you clean in half.

The Pig’s contraption locked onto your head had split your skull apart.

The Doctor and his electric baton shocked you until you bit off your own tongue and choked on it.

But you had still survived twice. You had to remind yourself of that.

You had been beaten and hooked by the Wraith, the agony of the strange weapon (made of human bones, it seemed, though it was hard to tell in the dark) being whipped across your face and the way the hook tore through the meat of your shoulder made you feel an ache just at the thought, but you had gotten out alive.

Your run-in with the Nurse had been much more successful. She still got a hit in on you, but you managed to get out of that trial with just a nasty gash across your chest. It very nearly got infected when you returned to camp, but Rebecca’s careful hand (and Chris’s watchful gaze) dealt with that promptly.

You were getting better with every trial, and that gave you hope.

You had always been a quick study, after all. 

You took a deep, calming breath and slid your spine across the chipping paint of the shed, peeking your head around to see if the coast was clear. You weren’t sure where everyone else went, but considering no screams had been heard echoing across the large (yet still somehow claustrophobic) “arena”, you took that as a good sign.

There was no indication of the massive killer, so you made your way slowly and quietly to the street, praying desperately that he wouldn’t find you again. 

You skimmed your vision over the area as you ducked behind the car in front of you, the flashing lights of the police cruiser nearby hurting your eyes.

It was strange, you felt, how this seemingly normal looking neighborhood could turn into such a breeding ground for terror. It was almost nostalgic how typically suburban it appeared, and that only made it worse.

You grew up in a place just like it, after all.  

There’s one, you thought to yourself as you spotted a generator nestled beside a roadblock at the end of the street. It was out in the open, but it would be easier to spot the killer with one of the exit gates at your back. He’d be less likely to creep up behind you, at least.

You made a beeline for it, surveying your surroundings to avoid being caught unawares, before skidding to a halt beside it. 

You nearly leapt out of your skin when Jeff popped his head up from the other end, probably checking to make sure you weren’t the killer coming to collect.

“Hey,” came his whispered greeting as you knelt beside him, his large hands carefully but expertly going through the motions of repair. 

“Hey there,” you replied breathlessly. You offered him a smile, but the expression was tight. You got straight to work.

“Have you seen the others?” he questioned after a few moments. 

You shook your head. “Not since we got separated.”

He let out a quiet exhale of barely concealed distress but remained quiet as the gen got closer and closer to completion. 

You liked Jeff. He was a gentle giant, and a reserved one at that. You were first acquainted when the two of you were partnered in the chore rotation, boiling the water brought in from a group of other survivors and lugging it to the barn for the very long-winded filtration process.

He had seemed like a tough guy between his large stature and full beard, but once you started chatting, he was quick to open up about his love of rock music and artistic abilities. You bonded almost immediately over Iron Maiden and Metallica and jokingly asked him to “paint me like one of your French girls”, cackling at the blush that bloomed in his cheeks.

He had shown you his sketchbook shortly after, and you were in awe of his talent, never having been much of an artist yourself. You thought of Kitty and how you and your family used to say she would grow up to be the next Da Vinci with all of her little doodles scattered around the house. You supposed now you’d never know. It made your heart ache.

The gen came to life under your touch, the noise of it fully starting up jarring you from your thoughts.

Jeff motioned for you to follow him, the two of you expeditious in leaving the area to avoid being discovered by the Shape.

You made your way down the street, opting to slink behind the row of houses instead of remaining out in the open. 

You came across Mikaela bent over what the others called a totem; a horrific mix of sticks, twine, and human skulls. A rumble echoed across the trial grounds as your surroundings lit up a soft blue.

So there was magic in the Entity’s realm.

You had laughed out loud when Mikaela had first explained it to you, thinking it was some kind of prank. The severe look she gave you made your eyes widen in shock. You shouldn’t have been surprised, considering everything else you had learned of this place, but the concept of magic seemed almost silly.

But then your fourth trial was with the young redhead, and you would have bled out if she had not utilized one of her “boons”, which miraculously helped to close the wound left by the hook. Not so silly anymore.

You had asked her after that particular event why she didn’t use her supernatural abilities to heal injuries in the camp, and she explained she couldn’t access her powers outside of trials despite all her efforts.

“Right, of course,” you had replied, bitterness seeping from your tone. “Typical Entity bullshit.” 

“Laurie’s inside that house working on a gen,” the self-proclaimed witch informed you, pointing at the building in question as she stood up. You noticed the cut across her arm then, watching as the skin stitched itself back together within moments.

“I’ll go help her,” you said, pulling your attention from the mind-bending sight. “Why don’t you two find another one to work on in the meantime, in case he catches us before we finish.”

They nodded at your words and crept off to do just that, leaving you alone once more. 

You made your way quietly into the house and up the stairs, finding Laurie with a wrench in her hands, hard at work. She turned to you and smiled tersely in greeting as you dropped into position beside her.

There wasn’t much left to do before the machine would be repaired, and you were confident it could be finished in no time. 

Oh, how wrong you were.

Before you knew what was happening, a large hand grabbed you by the neck, the scream brewing in your throat wilting as you were yanked off the generator and thrown into the wall behind it.

The wind was knocked out of you and you were dazed by your skull thudding against the wood paneling of the room. You heard yelling—probably Laurie—as that same hand came back around your throat and lifted you off the ground.

You dangled helplessly, unable to breathe, and you were suddenly reminded of Wesker’s tendrils from weeks prior. 

A surge of panic flooded through you as you stared at the white mask, the flickering light of the unfinished gen glinting off his knife. 

You grabbed desperately at his wrist, knowing the Shape’s strength was far too great to loosen his grip, even with your jagged nails ripping into his skin. 

He brandished the knife, the blade directed right at your midsection, and you braced for the sharp pain of it slicing through your flesh.

To your shock—and relief—the killer had released his hold on you and you slid to the ground, desperately trying to suck air into your lungs.

You were able to focus just enough to see Laurie hanging from his back, trying to strangle him with her arms wound tightly around his neck. Unfortunately, he grabbed her by the hair, ripping her off of him and throwing her onto the floor.

Looking for any way to fight off the killer before he could murder Laurie, you found a screwdriver on the ground, tossed out of her toolbox when it was kicked over in the tussle. You lunged for it, gripping it tightly and ramming with your full weight into the Shape’s form. He was built like a brick wall, but you managed to stab the screwdriver into the junction between his shoulder and neck, quickly yanking it out to watch him rear back, deep voice groaning in pain as a fountain of blood squirted from the wound.

A sick sort of satisfaction rushed through you to see him suffer, even a little bit. You didn’t like that you felt that way, but you brushed it off. He had done much, much worse. It was deserved. 

You had just enough time to grab Laurie’s hand and pull her to her feet before he was after you, running out of the front door and into the street to get away from the psychopath hot on your heels.

“This way!” Laurie told you, pointing at the house straight ahead. “We can split up when we get there and vault the windows on either side!”

You nodded, releasing her hand as you dashed into the living room of the aforementioned building. She rushed to the back, leaping over the window to the right, and you immediately went through the left.

Fortunately for Laurie but unfortunately for you, Michael was laser-focused on reaching you first, probably to make you pay for your little stunt. 

He was uncomfortably close as you continued to sprint away from him, desperate to lose him as you weaved in and out of buildings, diving over ledges and flinging pallets to slow him down.

It only seemed to make him angrier.

To your relief, you heard the telltale alarm of the exit gates being powered up, hoping that you and your teammates could manage to escape. You made the mistake of glancing back, the massive man’s knife poised to strike the moment he could get near enough.

You stumbled, your fear locking up your legs for only a moment, but it was enough of a delay for him to reach you.

A fence was right in front of you, and you knew you only had a second to act as his knife soared through the air, aimed right at your spine. You dove to the side of the fence, his blade embedding into the rotting wood, and you scrambled up and away as he used his brute strength to rip it right out.

It didn’t grant you much distance, but it was enough.

You barrelled back onto the street just in time to see the exit gate opening, and you made a break for it, the other three survivors spotting you and desperately motioning for you to join them.

As you neared, however, you saw the horror bloom on their faces, their eyes trained on what was behind you.

You knew exactly what that meant.

“GO!” you screamed, and they heeded your words, spinning and sprinting out of the gate and into the empty field beyond it. 

I’m so close, you thought. Come on! COME ON!

Your legs burned and your lungs felt like they were full of fire, unable to get enough air to properly breathe, but you knew you couldn’t stop now.

You could feel him behind you—hear the grunt that slipped from under his mask as he made to grab you, his large fingers brushing against the back of your shirt.

And then, as his dirty, blunt nails dug into the fabric…

You burst out of the gate and into freedom.

You heard the roar of pure rage and looked behind you, the Shape pressing his hand to an invisible wall that kept him from pursuing you further, his knuckles going white as he gripped his knife with inhuman strength.

You didn’t stop running.

You ran until you reached the edge of the field, engulfed in a thick black fog.

You ran until you felt like your lungs would finally burst.

You ran until a soft light pierced through the cold, wet darkness surrounding you. 

And only when the mist faded, giving way to the safety of the camp, did you finally stop.

You collapsed to the ground in front of the fire, gasping for air through crazed, triumphant laughs that you couldn’t prevent escaping your mouth.

“Lucky!” Chris shouted as he made it to your side, dropping next to you and grabbing your face to look you in the eyes.

He said nothing, but you knew what he was thinking.

“I survived,” you managed to get out through heaves and giggles. “I survived the fucking Shape.”

You heard a collection of cheers from all around you, Chris grinning as several survivors approached—including your teammates—and clapped you on the back or ruffled your hair.

When you finally caught your breath, Chris helped you to your feet.

You smiled as you faced the others.

“Hell yeah!” Carlos whooped. “Now that’s what I’m fucking talking about!”

“Good job,” Leon congratulated.

“Yeah, girl, like holy shit!” Claire exclaimed from beside him.

Whether from the praise or the adrenaline still pumping through your veins, you felt a dizzying sort of joy.

You really made it out alive. And this time, with only a handful of bruises to show for it.

“Come on, Lucky, sit down for a while. Get some rest,” Chris told you, urging you over to a nearby log.

There was a buzz in the camp, everyone excitedly chatting about the rare full-party survival of your group. It reminded you of your days in S.T.A.R.S., how you and your team would celebrate another mission well done.

You could almost see Joseph in the way Carlos ribbed Steve. Richard in the way Leon rubbed the back of his neck as he talked with Ada. Edward in Felix checking on Mikaela.

It made you feel both warm and melancholic.

Chris grounded you, as he always did, by wrapping his muscular arm around you, pulling you into him. He kissed your temple, speaking lowly so that only you could hear him, “I’m proud of you, baby.”

You felt a blush spread over your cheeks, glad your recent exercise already colored your face, whispering almost shyly in return, “Thank you.”

You sat together for a while after that, the survivors settling down. Yoichi and Haddie left to start dinner and Chris only got up when they had finished, telling you to stay where you sat so he could get you your food.

You used to argue when he did this, feeling embarrassed by the special treatment. He told you early on that he wanted you to feel special because, to him, you were. The notion was sweet and no one else seemed to really care, so you agreed to let him. He had done it every day now, unless he was the one serving the meals.

How very typical of him, always putting you first.

You watched him get into the line, smiling softly at your doting… whatever he was to you.

The two of you hadn’t put a name to it yet. You weren’t opposed to calling him your “boyfriend”, but it felt ridiculous with how little it conveyed just what he meant to you.

Besides, what you had was still fairly new and despite being physically intimate, you wanted to take this slow. You had all the time in the world, after all.

You could almost laugh thinking about the morning after the two of you first slept together. It started out nice and romantic waking up next to him, his strong arms holding you close as he kissed you slowly. But you had asked to keep your little tryst to yourselves for a while—to feel out what it was you had—and he agreed.

However, that was near instantly trampled the moment you left your room, Carlos clapping Chris on the back, Jill and Rebecca sharing knowing looks, Ada complaining to you about the noise, and Claire clocking the bruise on your neck as a hickey when she saw it. 

Chris was sheepish and you were embarrassed, but he had thrown an arm around you, telling you that you might as well own it.

It was strange to have something like this out in the open after years of keeping your relationships under wraps. 

You and Kevin thought it better to hide what you had for the sake of the job, only letting loose in front of friends and family. The man had never been the most outwardly affectionate anyway, preferring to show you his love behind closed doors. 

And you and Wesker? Well, that was a whole other can of worms.

It was nice to be shown affection so blatantly in front of other people and that Chris didn’t care if they saw him kissing or holding you. 

You were stiff at first, unused to it, but the ease with which he touched you and pulled you close eventually had you melting.

Of course, the more intimate moments were hidden from view, usually in your bedroom or his, though the occasional tug inside a closet or bathroom wasn’t uncommon. 

Frankly, you were both insatiable, unable to keep your hands off of each other when you weren’t burdened by chores and the daily trials.

You two were happy—as much as you could be in this place—and you wanted to keep it that way.

Your thoughts were scattered when Laurie appeared before you, gently tapping your shoulder to gain your attention.

“Hey,” you greeted jovially.

“Hey,” she replied, voice sweet, “I just wanted to say thank you for saving me in the trial. I thought for sure I was done for. I’m sorry he went after you when we split up.”

“Don’t sweat it. You saved me first anyway, remember? I think we can call us even. Besides, it’s not your fault he picked me to terrorize.”

She smiled at you. “Still, I’m glad you were there and that you got out safe. You must be our lucky charm or something.” 

You laughed. “I don’t know about that, but I’ll take a win when I see one.”

Chris returned, holding out a plate to you, and Laurie simply squeezed your shoulder fondly before wandering to the back of the line. You saw Steve sidle up next to her, trying to look cool as he chatted her up.

You rolled your eyes before turning your attention to the man beside you, taking the meal with gratitude and a brief kiss on the lips. You wondered if you’d ever get used to that.

“What was that about?” he asked conversationally, digging a fork into his food.

“Oh, just talking about the trial. I saved her from the killer after she saved me.”

“How so?”

You explained to him what occurred, reminded of the way Michael’s blood spewed out of him like a fountain—the way you felt a sadistic glee that it was you that spilled it.

You kept that bit to yourself, but Chris saw the way your brows furrowed, because of course he did. He was a lot more observant now than he once was, especially concerning you.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

You took a breath in, unsure of how to answer, when Ace called out to the group, unknowingly rescuing you from a talk you weren’t ready to have. You both turned to face him, his arms full of various bottles of alcoholic drinks. 

“Who wants to party?!”

Many survivors excitedly cheered in response, gathering around the table Ace placed the bottles and a stack of cups upon. 

Carlos and Jill came up beside you, the former looking down between you and Chris. “How about it, you guys want a drink?”

You stood up, holding your empty plate in your hands as you replied, “You’re joking, right? After the trial I just had, I need one.”

Your small group chuckled, Chris standing as well and taking your used dish. “Pour me something, Lucky. I’ll go put these away.” 

He leaned in and kissed your cheek before walking off, and you caught the way Jill’s eyes shined and Carlos smirked at the action. 

“What?” you asked, narrowing your gaze.

“Oh, nothing at all,” Jill replied, smiling wide.

“Just that you two are so darn cute,” Carlos added, pinching your cheek and cooing. “Young love, am I right?”

You smacked his hand away. “Whoa there, no one said anything about love.”

Carlos clicked his tongue, pulling away his hand as the three of you made it over to the table to fix your drinks. “Denial is a river in Egypt, you know.”

You scoffed at the stupid jest. “And you’re too young to be making dad jokes.”

“Hey, I might not be a dad,” he started before wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, “but the ladies still call me Papi. Isn’t that right, Jill?” 

She elbowed him hard in the side, making him yip in response. “I think you should shut your mouth now.”

You laughed as he grumbled, taking two glasses and filling one with whiskey—as Chris would prefer—and the other with rum, which was more up your alley.

Chris returned and you handed him his drink with a smile, turning around just in time to see Claire reach for an empty cup. The man glared at his sister, voice stern as he said, “Absolutely not.”

“Seriously?” she questioned with a huff. “You know I drank in college, right?”

You could see Chris bristle at that. You knew Claire being flippant about her education was something of a sore spot for him.

Their parents died when he was fourteen—not much older than you had been when you lost your mother—and the two of them were forced to live with their uncle whom neither of them liked very much and was rarely around to take care of them.

Chris had to grow up quick, and he did everything in his power to give Claire a good life, even at the expense of his own. Nearly every penny he earned from the moment he started working went towards her; new clothes before every semester, birthday and Christmas gifts, school supplies—everything she needed, plenty of things she wanted.

But he had always been lax with her, nearly to the point of spoiling her rotten. This change in demeanor was strange to you and you wondered where it stemmed from.  

“Well, you should have been focusing on your studies, not partying,” he admonished. 

Claire wasn’t having it, clearly fed up with her older brother’s behavior. “I can do both.” 

“C’mon, Chris,” you coaxed. “She’s a grown-up now and it’s not like there’s a legal drinking age in this place. What’re you gonna do? Call the cops? Arrest her yourself?”

He rolled his eyes, but you could sense him relaxing as the logic of your words dawned on him. “Alright, alright. Go ahead. But don’t be stupid about it.”

With an appreciative smile towards you, she grabbed her cup. “We’ve got a lot in common, big bro, but not that.”

He scoffed in offense, turning to you as his sister trotted off with her spoils. “You hear that? Teenagers.”

You chuckled, raising your glass to him. “Can’t live with 'em.”

He grinned, clinking his cup to yours. “Amen to that.”

Rebecca sidled up to you, her own drink in hand. “I like to think I’m not that bad,” she teased.

“Yeah, that’s because you’re a nerd and like, ridiculously responsible for your age,” you told her light-heartedly, bumping her shoulder with yours.

She gave you a faux pout before breaking into laughter, bumping you back. “I’m gonna pretend you didn’t call me a nerd.”

Not everyone decided to join in on the alcohol consumption, but the survivors separated as usual, chatting amongst themselves. The teens hung out around the campfire, goofing off, and Ace even started a poker game that a few of the others joined in on.

Carlos, witnessing that, turned to your group of older adults from your world, which had settled down at a table near the medical facility. “How ‘bout we play a drinking game?”

“What, like beer pong?” Leon asked dubiously.

“Maybe Truth or Dare,” Ada teased with a smirk, making a blush rise to the young man’s face.

“No and no, though I like where your head’s at,” Carlos said. “I was thinking more along the lines of Never Have I Ever.”

“And how does one play this game?” Sheva asked with an amused chuckle.

“Someone says something they’ve never done, and everyone who’s done that thing has to take a swig. If no one has done it, the person who said it takes a drink instead,” Carlos explained. “So, who’s interested?”

“I’m down,” you offered, placing your elbows on the table in front of you. “What’s the worst that can happen?”

Carlos glanced around at the others expectantly and they all agreed, some more hesitant than others.

The game started innocently enough, the whole group—except for Leon, it would seem—getting tipsy quickly. 

Then, as it always did, it took a more raunchy turn.

“Never have I ever…” Sheva started, considering her next statement, “had sex in public.”

You and Chris shared a secretive look and you both bit back laughter as you took a hefty sip from your cups. Ada and Carlos did, too, which didn’t surprise you, but everyone was shocked when Jill raised her glass to her lips.

“What?” she asked defensively. “The military was a weird time for me.”

Ada leaned forward because it was her turn, thinking of her own line as the group finished reeling from Jill’s admittance. “I’ll do you one better, Sheva. Never have I ever hooked up with someone on the job. And no, Leon, a kiss doesn’t count.”

You raised your brows as Leon opened and closed his mouth immediately, looking like an embarrassed fish. You were vaguely aware they had some kind of history together, but it apparently went deeper than you initially thought. You felt your heart ache for Claire, seeing why Chris was so concerned about her feelings for Leon.

Yikes on a bike. 

Without thinking, you tossed back your cup in response to Ada, the only person in the group to do so.

When you looked around with a drunken smile on your face, the expression dropped like your stomach as you realized your mistake.

It was clear that Carlos, Ada, and Leon assumed it was Chris you were referring to, and if Sheva knew otherwise, she clearly didn’t understand the problem with your revelation.

Jill, however, stared at you with furrowed brows, and you could see her trying to piece together who it might be.

You gulped as you glanced at Chris beside you, who had tensed up, his features that were previously open and relaxed turning stony as he met your gaze.

That sobered you immediately. 

You fucked up. Badly. 

Neither of them knew of your relationship with Kevin in the past, feeling it was unnecessary and a threat to your job security if you admitted you had a long-term relationship with your former partner.

However, it wasn’t Kevin that you had sex with at work, and you were almost tempted to lie and say it was.

Because you definitely couldn’t tell them it was Wesker.

“Well, that was fun,” you claimed as you stood, hoping you could get away from this situation before it blew up in your face. “But I think it’s time I head to bed.”

“Yeah, me too. Don’t want a hangover,” Chris said, voice gruff. 

You swallowed thickly as he looked at you. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but it probably wasn’t good. You weren’t ready for this conversation. However, he clearly was.

Tersely, you said goodnight to the group, their expressions perplexed by the awkward tension that now fell over you. Chris gave them a noncommittal wave, following after you as you trudged into the medical facility and into your room, anxiety swelling inside of you with every step.

Once inside, Chris closed the door, not facing you when he asked lowly, “Are you going to tell me who it was?”

You took in a sharp breath, already picking at your cuticles as you replied, “It doesn’t matter. That was a long time ago.”

Not exactly a lie. It had been nearly a year since you and Wesker had done something as risky as hook up in his office. It was the first and only time, as he made very clear.

Usually, it was in the safety of hotel rooms.

Chris turned abruptly, expression appalled. “You’re serious?”

“You sound like Claire earlier,” you said, trying to alleviate the tension.

“No, don’t do that,” he warned. “Don’t try to play this off.” He stepped forward and you eyed him warily. “I thought we were closer than this. I thought you could trust me.”

“Of course I trust you!” you exclaimed.

“Then why hide something like that from me? Worried I’d judge you?” His jaw was tight and you wanted nothing more than to hold his face in your hands, to go back to before you decided to play that stupid game.

You could at least admit to being with Kevin, lie and say it was him you had sex with on the job, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“Chris, I don’t want to tell you because it didn’t mean anything. It’s something I wish I could forget. Can you please let this go?” you were in near tears as you tried to explain yourself, not willing to relent and give him the information he was looking for.

This was still far too raw, and you had been more than happy to pretend your previous relationships were nonexistent while exploring this new one with the man standing in front of you, fists clenched at his sides.

He looked at you for a long moment, taking in your pleading expression and the way you tore the skin off your fingers in distress, and finally backed down. “Fine. You don’t have to tell me anything. I just… I want you to be honest with me.”

“And I am,” you assured him, closing the distance between you. “That part of my life? It’s not important anymore. In fact, I wish it never happened in the first place. It was stupid. I was stupid.”

He sighed, features softening as he allowed you to pull him into an embrace, his large hands sweeping across your face. “Alright, then. I’ll let it go.”

“Thank you,” you murmured, nuzzling into one of his palms. “And I’m sorry I upset you.”

“You’re lucky I can’t stay mad at you for very long,” he teased in a hushed voice, leaning down to press a kiss against your temple.

“You nicknamed me well,” you replied, grinning up at him as he pulled back.

He rolled his eyes, but that didn’t stop him from tugging you into his arms.

“C’mere,” he said, lips meeting your own fervently.

As you returned the kiss, the back of your knees hitting the bed while he led you further into the room, you knew your night wasn’t over yet.

***

September 14th, 1996; Raccoon City

“‘Bout time you showed up,” your brother admonished with a goofy grin, opening the front door of your family’s home to let you inside.

“Good to see you too, Tic,” you replied sardonically, ruffling his hair the moment you stepped over the threshold. “How’s school? You keeping out of trouble?”

He pushed your hand away, fixing the strands you had pulled out of shape before answering with a playfully annoyed tone, “It’s only been like two weeks, Sis. How much can change?”

You chuckled. “You’d be surprised.”

Although you got along with both of your siblings—even with the large gaps in age—your personalities were as different as they could be. Tic, despite his sense of humor, was far more studious and careful than you ever were, taking his grades seriously. He was a popular kid too, becoming the rising star of Raccoon City High’s junior varsity soccer team. You often worried about his ability to juggle it all, but he hadn’t burned out yet.    

Tic rolled his eyes good-naturedly at your response before changing the subject, “Anyway, I heard we’re expecting company tonight?” 

“Sure are. My friend from work, Chris, and his sister, Claire.” 

“No Kevin then?” Tic already knew the answer, and you could hear the disappointment in his voice. Although you and Kevin still talked occasionally, he hadn’t visited your family in weeks, and you knew they missed his near-constant presence almost as much as you did.

“No, he was busy this weekend,” you said, unsure if it was even a lie. “But hey, Claire’s only a couple years older than you. You two might get along.” 

Your brother’s demeanor shifted, a mischievous smile forming. “Is she hot?”

You scoffed, gently smacking his shoulder. “She’s in college, dude. Don’t even think about it. At least until you’re eighteen.” 

He fake pouted, rubbing his arm as if you’d maimed him. “Geez, fine. No need to bust my balls over it.”

Before you could comment on his crass reply, a blur of pink tulle came flying toward you at warp speed, the tiny body of your baby sister being launched into your arms.

“SISSY!” she bellowed as you gave her a big hug. “I thought you were never coming home!”

You laughed at such a ridiculous notion. “Now why would you think that, Kitty?”

“‘Cos it’s been forever since last time,” she half-whined, as typically theatrical as any seven year old girl, you imagined.

“It’s only been two weeks.”

“You’d be surprised how much can change,” Tic interjected sarcastically.

“Oh, you’re about to get the worst noogie of your life,” you threatened, setting Kitty back onto the floor before making a grab for the collar of your brother’s shirt. 

“It’s not my fault you're getting too old to remember what you said five seconds ago,” he replied as he deftly dodged your outstretched hand.

“You’re only making it worse for yourself,” you warned, Kitty giggling as you chased Tic down the hall. Man, that kid was fast. It was unfair he was already taller than you at fifteen. 

You were about to catch up when an evidently displeased voice called your name from the kitchen entryway, “Now that you’ve finally arrived, can you help me finish the dinner I’m making for your guests?”

Ah, your infinitely uptight stepmother was here to break up the fun, as usual. Though you couldn’t fault her this particular time. The Redfield siblings were indeed your responsibility tonight.

Your relationship with your stepmother was a… complex one, to say the least. She came at a time that was far too soon after your mother’s death, and it always felt as though she was trying desperately to replace her. 

You wanted to hate her when you were younger—make her out to be some villain in your hero’s journey—because it was easier than blaming your father for moving on so quickly and becoming even more of a hardass than he already was. But now as an adult, you understood the truth.

She was simply a young woman who didn’t know how to handle a grieving child.

“Yeah, of course,” you replied, quick to meet her in the kitchen and wash your hands, getting ready for whatever prep work she would throw your way.

She hummed in acknowledgement, sending your siblings off to the backyard and out of her hair before the two of you quietly made dinner.

You eyed her warily as she stood over the stovetop, the chicken breasts sizzling in the pan as she flipped them with a spatula. You continued your task of mashing the already boiled potatoes, thoughts drifting to the years of fights you had with your stepmother, and the resentment that you’d slowly been trying to chip away at now that you were an adult.

She was the secretary at your father’s job when they first met, hired about a year into your mother’s cancer diagnosis. It was only six months after your mother’s passing when your father introduced you, telling you—in no uncertain terms—that this stranger was to be your new maternal figure.

You always wondered if they just married quick so your father could push the responsibility of caring for you onto someone else or if he had moved on before your mother was even dead. After years of speculation and knowing that if you asked, you wouldn’t get an honest answer out of either of them, you still couldn’t decide what scenario felt worse.

Your disdain for the woman was not helped by the fact she was neurotic, and it always felt like she saw you as some charity case that needed “fixing”. She couldn’t stand that you were a tomboy, always forcing you into frilly pastel dresses when all you wanted to wear was your favorite jeans and your mother’s old band shirts.

You remembered when she threw them out to force your hand when you were about thirteen, and you cried so hard you puked. It was the only time your father ever intervened with her schemes and made her dig the shirts out of the garbage. You wanted to believe it was because he didn’t want the last remnants of his late wife to be taken away—as he got rid of pretty much everything that belonged to her when your stepmother first moved in—but you knew it was probably because your tantrum grated on his nerves.

You were about to toss in the butter to the mashed potatoes when the woman in question stopped you. “Only one stick of butter. You of all people should be more mindful of your health.”

You struggled not to roll your eyes, returning the second stick to the fridge, mentally grumbling about how you always used two and that you knew it tasted better that way. Instead of arguing like your younger self would have, you simply returned to the task at hand, stirring the quickly melting butter into the fluffy mixture.

No, you no longer hated her. Even with her nagging and patronizing remarks, she did mean well. The two of you just never clicked, and at the end of the day that was all there was to it. Besides, she was a wonderful and doting mother to your siblings, which was the most you could hope for.

“So,” she began, startling you from your reverie, “what is this Chris boy like?”

You considered it as you sprinkled some salt and pepper into your bowl. “He’s a good guy. Funny, friendly, and he can be pretty charming, I guess.”

She raised a brow at that, a knowing smirk gracing her perfectly painted lips. “Will he be coming to dinner more often, then?”

“I mean, probably,” you replied. “He’s become a really good friend, after all.”

“Just a friend, huh?” she teased, and although her insinuation made you scoff, you couldn’t help but appreciate the rare moment of camaraderie between you.

“Yes, just a friend.”

“A shame,” she tutted. “I was so disappointed when Kevin stopped coming around, and I hoped maybe you’d move on. I always thought you’d marry that boy, you know. How is he these days?”

Your face fell at her words, and you covered it by looking back down at your bowl of food, mixing it far more than necessary just to keep yourself preoccupied.

Marriage. It had once seemed so inevitable before it fell apart.

You sighed as you replied, “He’s doing well. He has a new work partner now that I’m in S.T.A.R.S.”

“Well, you tell him he’s always welcome here.”

You nodded sullenly. “Will do.”

The rest of the dinner preparations went by in silence, which you were grateful for.

A while later, you had just finished setting the table when the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it!” you called to your family members scattered across the house, jogging to the front entrance to greet your friend and his beloved sister.

Your mood shifted instantly as Chris’s large form stood before you, a grin gracing both of your lips at the same time.

“I was wondering when you’d turn up,” you said to him, leaning against the door frame. “Now where’s this sister I’ve heard so much about?”

He laughed as he greeted you in turn, stepping slightly to the side to reveal a gorgeous young woman with reddish brown hair and bright blue eyes.

“Hi! I’m Claire. It’s nice to finally meet you,” she said, giving you a firm handshake, the strength of her grip surprising you. Her smile was warm and cheerful, so much like her brother’s it was almost uncanny. “You’re even prettier than Chris described!”

You quirked a brow at that, your eyes meeting your friend’s, who simply rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged. You replied, “Thank you! I’d say the same, but I’ve seen your picture.”

It was her turn to look confused. “You have?”

“Yeah, Chris keeps a photo of you two on his desk at work. Hard to miss it.”

She laughed, gently punching her brother’s arm. “Aw, you big softy.”

He rolled his eyes but chuckled along, and it suddenly felt like you’ve known the two of them your whole life.

After chatting idly in the doorway, you finally led them inside, the duo peering at the family photos that decorated the walls. Their attention was moved when your stepmother gracefully appeared, manicured hands already perfectly clean despite cooking with them only moments prior. 

She greeted them with a wide grin, gingerly shaking their hands and corralling your group into the living room.

“Make yourself at home, you two!” she chirped before turning to you. “Now come help me finish dinner, honey.”

You begrudgingly agreed, not wanting to leave your company by themselves but knowing they’d be just fine for a few minutes, following your stepmother back into the kitchen. 

As the two of you finished up the meal, emptying food from their pots and pans into her nice serving dishes, she leaned over to you with a twinkle in her eye. “That boy sure is handsome. You better nab him before someone else does.” 

You pulled a face at that. “As I said, just friends.”

She tsked in response before sweeping out of the room, clearly unsatisfied by your reply, and you trailed behind her. You knew she just hoped you’d “settle down”—probably because she wanted grandkids sooner than your siblings could give them to her—but it wasn’t as if you could tell her your only interest was in your boss.

Though, it wasn’t her approval you worried about.

Despite your father’s general apathy towards your existence, you knew he would be very against such a scandalous relationship. Not just due to the fact Wesker was your superior, but because of the age gap between you. 

Hypocritical, you thought.

It was about the same as the one between himself and the woman walking ahead of you.

You put on a smile as you reentered the living room after placing the food on the dining table, leaving your stepmother to arrange it as she liked. You were surprised to see your father already there, shaking Chris’s hand and giving him a look that you knew well. He was sizing him up.

“Well, dinner is about ready,” you announced, trying to prevent what was sure to be an awkward situation.

Chris looked over at you and smiled, your father’s gaze narrowing. He said nothing as the group followed you into the dining room, your younger siblings already in their seats as your mother completed her artistic array of dishes and cutlery.

Seeing you enter, she wiped her still-clean hands on her apron, introducing your siblings to your companions. Your brother’s eyes widened when he met the gaze of Claire’s and was quick to avert them, the girl not seeming to notice as Kitty launched into asking her a million questions. You managed to stifle your chuckle at the sight before your stepmother caught your attention. 

“Would you be a dear and get us some drinks from the garage?” she requested sweetly. 

You nodded, about to do as you were asked when your father placed a hand on your shoulder. “No need, me and Chase here have it covered.”

You froze, knowing he was probably going to interrogate him ruthlessly, as he had done to Kevin years prior. You schooled your expression. “It’s Chris, dad. And shouldn’t our guest be allowed to sit at the table?”

“It’s no worry,” Chris said, clearly ignorant to the warning expression you gave him. You sighed as your father turned and left, Chris winking at you as he passed you by.

Welp, guess he’s on his own now.

You sat down at the table at your usual spot across from your brother, a chair left between you and Claire, meant for Chris.

Despite your concern for your father’s antics, you were quickly pulled into a conversation with your friend’s sister, an amiable girl through and through. Your worries were forgotten as she spoke, telling a joke that made you chuckle. Even her sense of humor felt familiar to you, so reflective of her older brother.

Your stepmother then asked her about her studies, and after she described her college experience so far, she explained that she was on the girl’s soccer team, something she enjoyed. 

“Well ain’t that something,” you marveled, “Tic also loves soccer.”

When he didn’t reply, you kicked him gently under the table, giving him a look that said, ‘Now’s your chance to make a friend’. He sputtered out an agreement, the conversation falling silent as he couldn’t seem to offer anything else. Well that was new. He’d never been so awkward or quiet in his life.

Before you could change the subject, your father and Chris finally came back into the room, a bottle of cold soda and a couple of already opened beers in tow. Your group took turns pouring some for yourselves, and once Chris settled into his seat, you looked over at him.

Catching his eye, he offered a small smile, but there was a furrow to his brows you only ever saw on particularly hard missions at work. Your expression was questioning, worried your father had really said something off-color, but he seemed quick to shed whatever concern he had, joining the conversation and making a quip at his sister’s expense.

You yourself eventually relaxed, the evening going quite well despite the few hiccups.

After nearly an hour, your stepmother asked you to clear the table, and Chris immediately jumped up to help despite both of your protests. He wouldn’t relinquish the stack of plates in his hand, however, so you beckoned him to follow you into the kitchen as your sister excitedly ran to a nearby cabinet to pull out her favorite board game, easily roping Claire into playing it.

You and Chris remained in companionable silence for a few moments as the two of you began putting away any leftovers and getting to work on doing the dishes in the sink.

“Thanks for helping out. You know you didn’t have to, right?” you said as you lightly ribbed him with your elbow.

“It’s the least I could do after feeding me so well,” he replied with a shrug.

You smiled, looking down at your handiwork as things fell quiet once more.

After a few more beats, you asked quietly, “My dad didn’t give you too hard of a time, did he?”

“Not at all,” he answered, to your surprise, before continuing sardonically, “He only threatened to kill me if I ever hurt you. Nothing too crazy.”

You laughed at his sarcastic remark. “You got off easy, then.”

He pulled a face before chuckling. “I’d hate to see what him going hard on me looks like.”

“Aw, you’ve got nothing to worry about if you behave. If you don’t, though? Well, they’ll never find your body.” You said that last part deadpan, and Chris flicked soapy water in your direction.

“Well, you better get used to the idea of me haunting your ass then.”

You pretended to shiver in fear. “Only my ass?”

His responding laugh was loud, and you worried your grin would be etched into your face if you couldn’t stop it from forming.

The two of you finished up quickly, drying your hands before joining in on the game in the nearby room. Your sister was having the time of her life and your brother finally started to act more like himself as the evening continued, the two families before you meshing better than you could have imagined.

Caught up in your reverie, you didn’t realize it was your turn to roll the dice, Chris bumping his shoulder into yours, placing the two cubes of plastic on the table in front of you. “You can stall all you want, but I’m still gonna win.”

You rolled your eyes as you began your play, the group laughing at his remark. The dice clattered across the table, and you bit your lip as you all stared at the result.

“Oooh, snake eyes. Unfortunate,” Tic stated before snatching them from the table. “Better luck next time, Sis.”

You huffed in faux displeasure, and the game went on.

One hour turned into two turned into three, and no one seemed to notice or care, you least of all. This was the most fun you think you’ve had in months.

You smiled warmly at the people around you, the two halves of your life fitting together like puzzle pieces, all prior concerns forgotten. 

Right at that moment, sitting in your family’s dining room next to one of your closest friends, you knew one thing to be true.

This is home.

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[wave2tyun]

sooooo this week i got rejected from 8 job positions for not being able to speak the language of the country i'm currently living in (i'm studying abroad for uni)!! fun!!!! and i also got told that i won't make it into the industry by a teacher just for getting a low grade on a group presentation!! (which i think is extremely stupid to say to a 1st year based off just one course that only lasted like a month and almost half the groups failed) even more fun!!!! so encouraging!!!!!

but uhhhhhh we push through!!!!! (i think)

because while this week has been making me frustrated in each and every aspect for some reason i feel like there's just something different in the air tonight. i just came back from grocery shopping alone and for some reason as i was walking on the street and the sky was becoming darker i couldn't help but feel like summer is in the air despite spring having barely even started. it's like if i close my eyes and inhale deeply enough i can feel the taste of apple cider, the smell of bbq and the sound coming from grasshoppers. so yeah, i think the thought of summer is what's helping me push through, although i can't say i'm a big fan of how fast time has been passing lately.

anyways absdjhab how are you guys?? i deeply apologise for not having responded to people, i feel like the only time i'm not stressed out to the brim is during the weekend😭😭 i'm gonna make dinner now and i'll come online once i finish eating!! so i'll make sure to reply to everyone after that!!! and if anybody is up for a chat, feel free to send me an ask, i've missed you guys:(<33

[izanas-wifey]

hi!!

can i request hanma x reader where reader is teaching him how to crochet?

take care!!<33

Hanma Shuji x Reader:Crochet Lesson <3

Admin note: Thank you so much for being my first request! I really hope you enjoy reading this! I hope I didn’t disappoint you. Take care, lovely anon<3

Tw: Fluff, Gender Neutral Reader.

Y/N and Hanma had been dating for a couple of months, which was enough for Shuji to discover his partner’s favourite hobby.

Y/N had always loved the soothing sensation that came with crocheting. They enjoyed the sound of the hook pulling through the yarn, the gentle clicking as each stitch was completed.

One day, while they were simply hanging out in their shared apartment, they noticed Hanma looking somewhat stressed. Y/N knew that feeling all too well and decided to introduce him to the world of crocheting.

Hanma was initially skeptical. He had never been one for anything artistic or crafty, but Y/N persisted. They showed him how to hold the hook and yarn, and how to make a simple chain stitch.

To their surprise, Hanma took to it quickly. He had a natural talent for the precise movements required for crocheting, and soon he was making rows of single crochet with ease.

Y/N was thrilled to see him getting into it. They brought out a selection of brightly colored yarns and let Hanma choose the ones he liked best. Soon, it felt as if he had become better at this than Y/N, his fingers deftly moving over the hook as he worked on his latest creation.

As they worked, they chatted, laughed and looked back to different pleasant memories. Y/N found out that Hanma had a secret love of cute things, despite his tough exterior.

"I never would have guessed," Y/N said, teasingly.

Hanma rolled his eyes out of slight embarrassment, but didn't deny it nonetheless. "I can't help it," he said with a small smirk forming on his face. "I think cute things are...well, cute."

Y/N chuckled. "I know what you mean," they said. "That's why I love making little animals and stuffed toys with crochet. They're just so adorable!"

As the afternoon turned into evening, they had created a whole collection of cute little crocheted animals, each with their own personality and quirks. Hanma had even made a few of his own, much to his surprise.

"This is really fun," he said, grinning from ear to ear. "I didn't think I could do something like this."

Y/N smiled at him, feeling a warmth in their chest. "I knew you could," they said. "You just needed to give it a chance."

And with that, they settled back into their crocheting, content in each other's company and the comfort of the rhythmic movements of their hooks and yarn. As the night grew darker, Hanma wrapped himself in the scarf he had made for himself, feeling a sense of accomplishment and pride.

"Thanks for this," he said, looking at Y/N with gratitude as he smirked. "Who knew that the reaper would be enjoying this?" He chuckled.

Y/N smiled back, feeling happy to have been able to bring a little bit of joy into Hanma's day. They knew that crocheting would always be a special hobby for them, a way to connect with others and bring a little bit of happiness into the world. And it sure made them feel more content when their small hobby brought the two closer.

©Izanas-Wifey on tumblr. 2023.

[the-akai-hebi]

Old men

Lucifer, Diavolo, Simeon and Barbatos: have a good time having tea together

Lacie, Luke and Solomon: have just arrived to join them

Lacie: My favorite old men! Having a good time? Can I have some tea too, please?

…

Simeon and Barbatos: remain mute

Diavolo: oh… So the time has come…

Lucifer: YOU SAID WHAT?

Luke: Hey, Simeon's not an old man! He's just really bad with technology! Like... An old man...

Lacie: You're all old for me, but this quartet is even older.

Lucifer: LACIE!

Diavolo: places a hand on Lucifer's shoulder Lucifer, you have to accept it.

Lucifer: Accept what?

Barbatos: We're old.

Simeon: I've always known deep down that I'm a grandfather, and I accept it completely.

Luke : sighs at least you look happy, Simeon…

Lucifer: I'm not a grandfather, just a father and a big brother.

Lacie: You've got white hair, Dad.

Lucifer: It's stress!

Lacie: You're millions of years old.

Lucifer: LIKE HALF OF THE DEVILDOM POPULATION!

Diavolo: You're older than my father, if I remember correctly.

Lucifer: You don't help me, Diavolo!

Barbatos: Haha, in my eyes you're all pretty young. I've been around since Devildom was created, after all.

Lucifer: That doesn't help me either, Barbatos…

Lacie: whispers to Solomon do you think I've touched a nerve?

Solomon: I think so, but it's fun to watch.

Lacie: but come to think of it, you're very old too, Solomon.

Solomon: …

Lucifer : Something to say Solomon?

Solomon: I'm not an old man, Lacie. I'm your boyfriend.

Lacie: We're thousands of years apart and I'm 'only' 30 haha.

Lucifer: No, you're 32 and going on 33. How can you forget your age so quickly?

Lacie: It changes every year.

Lucifer: sigh Yes, Lacie, that's the concept.

Solomon: whispers you'll see what an old man can do, Lacie…

Lacie: (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) I don't know whether to be excited or scared…

Luke: What?

Lucifer: dark look at Solomon One mark on my daughter's skin and I'll disembowel you.

Diavolo: So… Would you like to create an 'old men' chat with the five of us?

Lucifer and Solomon: NO

Barbatos: I'm not against it.

Simeon: haha, me neither.

Diavolo: Majority wins! I love democracy among friends!

Lucifer: Lacie, if you dare tell Satan or Belphegor you'll be on dishwashing duty for the whole month!

Lacie: O-Okay… whispers But I have absolutely no regrets.

Lucifer: Did you say something?

Lacie: Nothing! I'll leave, bye!

[johnslittlespoon]

well damn not to rush you or anything but that dryhumping curtbucky fic sure sounds like a good time <3

and I mean it this isn’t to rush your writing. please write what you enjoy and what’s fun for you. but I just cannot wait to read it. I can’t wait to read all of them. you’re so talented. thank you.

STOP ITTTT you're so so sweet wtf thank you <33 this goes for you and anyone else– please don't ever worry about me feeling rushed!! i personally find asks about wips so motivating, whether it's just to express excitement about them, or to chat about them/the aus i've created for them, etc. and brainrotting in general inspires my brain!

i do write for my own enjoyment of course, but it's honestly such a boost knowing other people are excited about my silly ideas too!! i still can't quite believe how much love i've been shown on my fics, this fandom is the loveliest ever and i'm so thankful (///꒳///✿)

(and also the curtbucky oneshot is like... pretty much half done, i've just been a bit stuck on one part for a solid month now so i've been putting it off LOL but i will get there eventually, pinky promise <3 we need more curtbucky out in the world!)

[tumblingghosts]

re: ask game

Hi, Backpacks! I'm so happy to have become friends with you too! I always appreciate your comments and asks! Your time travel/time loop posting is so interesting! I love getting glimpses into the Snowjanus/Sejarcus sections of tbosas fandom! I think the first few fics I ever read for tbosas were actually Snowjanus fun fact (or like gen fics with Lysistrata... it was pre-Ravinstill brainrot hitting. I was a different person then lol)!

I love the handful of fics that I've read of yours and I swear (as I've been swearing for the last month or so) that I will get to catching up on more fanfics soon!

aww abyssal!! <33

you're too sweet- i'm glad you're enjoying the time travel/time loop and snowjanus/sejarcus posting as much as i adore all your ravinstill lore! i can't even imagine your pre-ravinstill brainrot era haha

it's always a lot of fun chatting with you :D

[liseytopia]

HI LISEY

I think you owe me a fic so this is just your reminder 😋

Anyway, could you pls do Gabbi Broussard x Fem!Reader hcs where reader gets asked out to prom by Gabbi

Doesn’t have to be that long I just love her oml 🤞🏻

TY BB

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HEY RY!! I kno it's been a minute since this request but I finally started working on it for you <33 this one was fun to write, tysm!! xoxo

summary: your girlfriend, gabbi, greets you with an unexpected message after school. you meet her where she planned, behind the school, when she leads you to the nearby garden. little did you know she was asking you to prom.

pairing: gabbi broussard x fem!reader

contents: fluff

warnings: cursing

an: i'm well aware i got in a little too much detail.. it may not be what you wanted but i enjoy nit-picking the small things in writing!! also see if you can find the little easter eggs i hid inside the writing~

wc: 1.1k

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𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧.

- 𝘨𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘥

it was obvious gabbi loved you just as much as you loved her, maybe even more. she's always showed her ways of loving you, whether it was hugs from behind or little kisses on your neck, or oftentimes a small gift she'd brought you from a shop nearby. this one day was especially meaningful, however.

it was early may and the weather outside was warm and silky. breathing the air felt like taking a nice shower after a long day and washing away all the dirt and unwanted essence; it was refreshing, rather. you wanted nothing more than to bask in the perfect environment around you forever.

your day at school had just finished and you had then gotten done chatting with your friend group in the halls about your day. after waving them goodbye and blowing a kiss, you walked for the exit. suddenly your phone buzzed in your hand. you check the notification on your lock screen. it was your girlfriend, gabbi. the message read 'meet me at the back of the school, 7:00.' a smile crept its way onto your cheeks and you turned your phone off, walking to your car and thinking about the message.

the car door slammed shut as your footsteps traced to your front door. you reached for your keys and fumbled them around in your hand while trying to unlock the door. once you got it, you wasted no time to walk straight to your bedroom and get ready for whatever event gabbi was preparing for you.

your backpack landed on the soft carpet of your bedroom floor with a thud. you had homework but didn't care to do any of it, considering you were the kind of girl to never turn down an invite, especially from the girl you love, gabbi. you sat yourself down at your pretty little vanity and got to work, fixing up the mess of makeup on your face that had previously been ruined by school air.

after a bit of re-curling your lashes and applying more mascara, you fixed the other tiny details and checked the clock. it was around 4:00 when you arrived back at home and it was 5:12 right now. you raised yourself off your seat and walked over to the closet door, sliding it open. your hands maneuvered around, sorting between your section of dresses. you decided on a strapless, sunset-orange dress that stretched long, down to your ankles. it was silky and had a slit by your left leg, topped with a tiny bit of lace trim around the edges. you completed the outfit with your preferable basic white sneakers, of which were your only desirable option since you weren't fond of heels at all. you also wore gold hoop earrings and a matching necklace with a butterfly on it that gabbi had given to you as a gift for your six month anniversary. you had on a few pearly gold rings and had your hair relaxed down with a white, silky bow that clipped into the back of your hair.

you glanced over at the clock once more, the time reading 6:30. you reached for your phone & purse, applied one more layer of lip gloss before tossing the tube into your bag, and happily strolled out the door and into your car. it was a necessary routine every time you entered your car to put on your music. you put on one of your playlists, the center console screen scrolling the title of the song, betty by taylor swift. you hummed along to the rhythm as your hands turned the steering wheel of your car and you stopped at the lights.

you parked your car into a space that wasn't much of a distance to the back of the school. you followed the path that went back around to the outdoor seats, eyes scanning the area in sights of your girlfriend. on the ledge of the fountain you found a little piece of paper that had your name on it. you gently picked it up and unfolded it. "hint: go to the garden" was visibly written in gabbi's handwriting. you giggled at the scavenger hunt and tucked the now unfolded paper into your purse.

standing at the edge of the trail, your eyes widened when you saw the sight of the garden. the trees were thick and covering beautifully over a path that went down and split into two, one end going to a flower garden and the other going to the school's fruit & veggie garden. there were small shrubs and flowers lining the trail. that was a usual appearance for the garden, but what made you shocked was the candles going down the flower garden path and the orange roses scattered along the way. you smiled warmly. orange was your favorite color. the thought that gabbi remembered the smallest things about you brought light into your life.

as curiosity continued to strike, you walked slowly along the trail, splitting off the side with the candles. the ongoing feeling of butterflies in your stomach sent you into bliss. gabbi would be happy to know how excited you get at the thought of her face. you slowly pushed open the wooden gate to the flower garden, looking around. you stepped carefully through the daisies and rounded the corner, meeting eyes with your girlfriend.

you giggled. gabbi seemed to be hiding something behind her back. she walked closer to you. "hey, beautiful. you're definitely more dressed up than i am," she said in a sweet voice, winking at you. looking up at her you ask, "what's the important occasion?" gabbi hesitated for a moment. she brushed a stray strand of hair out of your face. the look in her eyes was pure and loving, different from her usual chill demeanor. she started to talk, failing to hide a smile from appearing on her face.

"will you.. go to prom with me?" gabbi held up a board with the same words on it, covered from top to bottom in pearly white paint and your favorite color orange glitter. it wasn't any messy little sign-- it was beautiful and had so much detail to it. you felt tears nip at the corners of your eyes and a wide grin spread across your face. you nodded. "yes, baby. of course. how could i ever say no to you?"

moments later you two were kissing lovingly. the board was discarded elsewhere on the ground and gabbi was pressed back against the fence with her hands on your hips, rubbing the dress softly. you had your hands cupping her face and stroking her cheeks with your thumbs. between breaths you were giggling, causing her to imitate your actions. it wasn't that the moment was funny, it was just the fact you never would have thought gabbi loved you this much. and she did. and she always will, until her last breath.

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assign your moots to your fics and tell us why :33

ooh :0 i remember getting this such a long time ago, so it'll be fun to do an updated ver!!

@justalildumpling — rhapsody anonymous: self explanatory; this was literally written and modeled after j 😎 u can thank her for the yy and sunwoo convergence on mc >:))

@jaehunnyy — the comfort zone: i think this one is sooo chip and i could imagine she and wooyo having a f2l romantic arc 😁 idk if you've read this one yet, but everything wooyo just automatically brings you to mind!

@hqrana — the cage: RAAAAH one of my favorite little underrated blurbs and literally the fic that brought the iconic xnonie to my inbox. noa's so rad, guys, just like this concept skfnks

@winterchimez — she can have two months: it was also written exactly for her after we had a discussion in our dms and i said BET!! I WILL WRITE IT, and ta-da! i did 😌

@ethereal-engene — either veins or lighthouse: veins because ash and i have an entire headcanon series in our discord abt the rest of the coups wedding TT, and lighthouse bc she's such a comforting person :')) she and woozi both make me feel so seen and loved

@mosviqu — flight risk: EASY MONEY, i was gonna assign swing my way, but i think bar might like flight risk more?? anyways, remember that eric loves you 😚 (but not more than ME)

@stealanity — ghost of you: my dearest matty :')) i know we don't chat/interact much but ur reactions to ghost of you still sit with me and i would like to associate you with the fic now 🫂 ur always such a supportive and warm person, and you would totally be the yn in this

@zzoguri — party people: besides mon saying they read it a few times, jacobie is their soulmate!! and i hope it continues to be your favorite fic by me :')) 💖

@from-izzy — circles: okay ik u don't bias hyunjae BUT i think izzy is so lovely and healing, and the story arc leads to one of my favorite make up scenes !! wish i did it a little more justice, but i think it still gets the right message across

@loveliestfelix — bird hunt and mine: IM CHEATING I KNOW 😭😭 but i just think of nana when i see my beloved bird hunt, there is no other that i associate w it more 😔 and ofc mine :') the little blurb that brought our friendship to bloom!!

@goldenhypen — 7:43pm; my favorite jake stan in the world and my canadian counterpart :')) i think em would perfectly line up w this one, just cuz it's a little twist on a classic cliché and ughhh jake is so swoonworthy haha

@polarisjisung — 11:54pm; WOW it's been forever since i went back to this fic 😭 but i think it encapsulates some of the jisung that our resident asteroid loves most 😋 and hua just feels like the yn in this hehe

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HIHI UM BEFORE I MAKE ANY DT POSTS here’s all of the commentary i had from doing the post-ew quests a few months ago :’>!!! JUST FOR CHRONOLOGICAL CONSISTENCY IN MY LIVEBLOG TAG….. THESE PATCHES WEREN’T MY FAVORITE BUT I HAD FUN 💛💛💛

I LOVE ZERO I LIKE HER SO MUCH AND SHE IS SO APLATONIC TO ME. 💛✨💛✨💛 even though they go the ‘ooo realizing the meaning of friendship~~’ route with her — she’s apl. i believe this in my heart. <33 (the line where a kid goes “you don’t know what a friend is???” and she goes “what. you Do?” <333)

this game honestly does fanservice so rarely that when the es.tinien working out scene came up i was likeWHAT????????????? . i feel like i dodged a bullet that they decided to do this with him instead of th.ancred or something because it would’ve been so over for me.

i enjoyed the ru.bicante and bar.bariccia fights a lot >:D!!!! ESPECIALLY THE LATTER I THOUGHT HER MECHANICS WERE REALLY FUN AND CHALLENGING, IT WAS THE FIRST TIME I HAD TO LOOK UP A VIDEO GUIDE BECAUSE THE TEXT ONES WERE TOO COMPLICATED HFNSKN. <33

^*WHO* GAVE HIM PERMISSION TO SAY THIS STUPID GAY SENTIMENTAL LINE. I WAS *NOT* PREPARED FOR HIM TO GIVE THAT ANSWER I WAS SO WHFKZHKEJFKD ??????!!?!/!/? !!!!!!!!!!

^AND THIS PART OF HIS CODEX ENTRY. OW!!!!!!!!!!!

THFNE QUESTS ON THE FIRST. AA HHHHHHHH .WAA AAHHHHH. WAAAAH (<-shadow.bringers fan.) so emotional about it. seeing everyone doing well and being excited to see me and talking about my friends and cheering us on :’). weh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND THE R.YNE AND ZERO MOMENTS. AAHH TvT <333!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

^THIS EXCHANGE. I COULD CRYYYYYY SHE’S SO CUTE. MY DAUGHTER. EHEHFKNWMW <333

i liked gol.bez’s story.. and v.rtra and az.daja were so sweet i felt for them. waugh. </3 void quests good!!!!!!

GAIA SHOWING UP MADE ME SMILE TOO. I ASSUME SHE’S ONLY THERE IF YOU’VE DONE THE EDEN RAIDS…?? IN WHICH CASE, YAY. I LOVE U EDEN <3 ^^

kr.ile’s pictomancer outfit is SOOO CUTE. I LOVE HER AND AM SO GLAD SHE’S GETTING STORY FOCUS. (and hashtag ff.vi win, relm mention) <3333

the themes raha represents touch me more than any other character and whenever she turns towards me to say something one-on-one i’m immediately like Okkkk you’re about to try to make me cry. okay. sure. thankyou. 💛

THAN & URI BEING MYSTERIOUS WHILE ALSO GOING TO THE SAME DESTINATION IS SO. HELP. because rudy would ABSOLUTELY ask if he could invite them along or at the VERY LEAST tell them about it + how much he’ll miss them, assuming him and than would be together by now. SO THEY’D HAVE TO EITHER LIE TO RUDY OR DELIBERATELY AVOID HIM WHICH ARE BOTH SO WNFKDJFKD. idk we’ll see where the canon writing goes later or whatever. <3

and non-story related thoughts from when i was playing:!!!!

i got rudy the cool pvp background for his reaper portrait and INSTANTLY when i did a roulette someone complimented it. immediate payoff. thank u red mage in bardam’s mettle <3

i had the sweetest leveling roulette experience in vanaspati where the healer + other dps were both new and i had only done it once, we all died on the second boss except for the paladin so we were all just cheering her on & emoting at her in the chat from outside the arena EHEDFN <33. and then on the third boss it was just me and her who survived so we did it together and ough :’). she kept casting clemency + cover on me to keep me alive and i made sure to keep her in crest of time returned-range and awwh it was so fun . we won and all cheered about it afterwards ehehe <)!!!!!!!!!! <3333

so many of the songs in this game use motifs from other ones and i’m only just now noticing most of them and i’m losing my mind about it . i swear every time i start humming along to one i go WAAAAIT A SECOND…………. (the tomorrow and tomorrow lyrics are in the background of the crystarium night theme. the sharlayan themes use stuff from flow. WHERE IN TIMEE ALL SHALL AS HOPEE BE REBORNNNN. AAHHHHH)

^on a similar note, i’ve been seeing the end.walker title screen this entire time and never thought anything of it but now whenever i open it i’m like TALES OF LOSSSSS AND FIIIIIIRE AND FAIIIIITHHHHHHH 🎶🎶🎶 <333

I LEVELED ASTROLOGIAN TO LVL80 SO I DID THE SHB HEALER ROLE QUESTS AND IM SO WWWAAAHHMFKDNFK. ARDBERTTTTTT. and GIOTT. IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE NPCS EVER NOW I KNEW I WOULD LIKE HER AND SHE IS SO AWESOME AND SHE SHOULD BE IN MORE QUESTS. THANKS. I MISS HER ALREADY. <3 THIS IS MY BELOVED DWARF WHO MAKES FUN OF ME AND HITS THINGS WITH HAMMERS <3333

i want to do all the shb role quests because AGHGH WARRIORS OF DARKNESS/!!!/!!!! but i do *not* want to level a tank class ever TwT. but that + magic dps i will do eventually….. for shadow.bringers………. 💛💛💛

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Hello hi!! I kinda miss your au talk, so is it okay to ask for more? I really want to know more about your newest villain's quarter au, but if there's a specific au you'd like to talk about I'd love to read it <33

It's always ok to ask for more! I've been missing a bit bc my body had stopped feeling hunger for like a month and it's really hard to eat - coupled with uni starting again I'm just exhausted haha! But! I have still had AUs on the brain so lemme yell ab them.

Aizawa goes to the villain's quarter pretty regularly - its not a good idea to arrest someone within one because you'll get put on every shit list ever and also, in the moment, pumped full of lead. Daylight heroes don't enter for a few reasons - they'll get shot at, every villain in the area will actively try to hunt them down and also the HPSC doesn't pay heroes for incidents resolved within dead zones. It's a legal limbo tbh. However, a few underground heroes tend to frequent each one - there is always someone willing to sell out a competitor, or someone who talks too much in the clubs and casinos people from outside pretend they don't visit.

Hes confused to learn the fancy bar has started opening during the day and even move confused when he finds out its now selling food. It doesn't have a set menu - there is a meal each day, one option with meat and one without, a bowl of rice and a small soup. If you can pay, it's 700 yen. If you can't, its free. The catch is the people running the bar are very well connected and know if you can pay - if you run without paying, you get banned.

Given that its the only restaurant in the villain's quarter - the only place many people feel they can go for food without getting harassed or arrested, its very popular. Aizawa would, at a later date, say he'd gone to get some information - but, at the time, he was honestly just curious. And hungry. The shogayaki was sweet with an intense almost caramelised ginger flavour, the salad was light, the egg drop soup was light with fine ribbons of egg and the rice was soft and fluffy with little packet of furikake and seaweed if he wanted it. It was really good - not gourmet, but warm and homey. Intensely comforting.

Not something you'd expect to find in a bar deep inside the Mutsutafu Dead Zone.

The sight of a young teen humming to himself in the kitchen as he neatly shreds more cabbage is concerning, but its Sunday afternoon - he might be helping out a family member, or, worse but not terrible - young enough that this was the only place that would employ him. He was too thin, but not to a medically concerning degree, right on the line between naturally thin and just plain hungry. When he comes in about a week later, 10am on a Wednesday when any kid should be in school and the kid is still there, tasting a pot of admittedly amazing smelling curry, he gets Very Worried. He keeps coming, wanting desperately to be able to help but not knowing where to start, other than just looking out where he can, talking to the kid, letting him know someone cares.

Tomura wants to kill him, Kurogiri swears he feels familiar, AFO is suddenly hit but a very awkward reminder that Shirakumo was not a random fun dead body he picked up but had friends who mourned him and then proceeded to cope in unhealthy ways by becoming underground heroes who didn't sleep.

Izuku had to go shriek in the walk in fridge when he realised he'd been chatting to Eraserhead the whole time.