#the ic still sees her as an outsider fr

[fantasymindpalace]

and you know what?? fuck madja the healer too because why would she only tell rhysand about the pregnancy risks and not feyre? that man literally had the entire night court down to the fucking healer conspiring against their own high lady. the level of treachery the inner circle engaged in to withhold the truth from her is why i don’t care about nestas “delivery” when she told feyre. nesta using a mean tone and raising her voice is still not as disrespectful as hiding the truth. the ic didn’t like nesta’s tone because they didn’t appreciate their lies being revealed.

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Die With A Smile

Outbreak Day with ex-girlfriend Abby?

a/n: idk what lady gaga and bruno put in this song fr. I should have been studying for an Ochem exam but here we are lol.

"Government officials met today to discuss the recent spikes in hospitalizations all across the globe over the past week, with talks of setting up government run quarantine zones in all major cities." 

You perk up from your spot on the couch, trading the carton of ice cream in your hands for the TV remote. The local newswoman's voice fills the quiet space as the volume increases. You immediately recognize the hospital in the background. 

"Hospital staff everywhere are overwhelmed with the influx of patients coming in with symptoms of this mysterious virus. For the time being it is highly recommended that any travel plans be postponed. International flights have started being cancelled, leaving hundred of people stranded. The CDC advises everyone to remain calm  and continue to follow your city's imposed emergency curfews as they work towards finding the cause." 

The face-mask you'd slathered on earlier hardens as she lists off the symptoms to look out for: sudden mood changes, muscle spasms, and slurred speech. You can't wrap your mind around a simple virus causing all this. Your stomach sinks in realization, this is definitely more serious than anybody was letting on. 

Without even thinking you reach for your phone, quickly scrolling through your contact list until you land on the one person you've been avoiding. Abby, your ex girlfriend of six months. Your finger hovers over her number, wondering if this was worth breaking three months of no contact when loud screams come from the television. You look up just in time to see the blast of an explosion before the screen goes blank. Static stares back you. 

Your finger mashes down on the touchscreen with zero hesitation as you run to the sink, hands desperately scrubbing at your face while you wait for her to answer. You don't even stop to consider you might be blocked. 

Please pick up, please pick up, please.

"Hello?" Abby's panicked voice sounds through the phone. 

"Oh my god Abs. Are you okay?" You ramble. "I just saw the news and I- there was an explosion."

"I had to home to change. " Her voice is shaky, turn signal clicks faintly in the background. "I was still close enough to- OH MY GOD!" The sound of tires screeching drown out Abby's curses. A loud boom sounds off outside, this one feels closer. "I'm....to...you" Is the last thing you hear before the line goes dead.

You throw the phone across the room, a string of curses leaving your mouth. The open window of your living room lets you hear the chaos outside before you can see it. Helicopters fly overhead and sirens sound off in the near distance. One by one, porch lights come on as your neighbors step out of their homes, confusion etched on their faces.

The sound of a door slamming open catches everyone's attention. Out of the corner of your eye you see the outlines of two people moving towards the road. Your neighbor, Claire, yells as her husband chases after her. His movements far too quick and erratic for someone his age. 

Everyone watches in shock as he catches up to her, mouth attacking the side of her neck, effectively silencing her screams. The sight is gory. You stand frozen as some of the braver ones try to help, only to be met with a similar fate before he runs off into the middle of the road, searching for his next victim. Chaos quickly ensues, people run off back to their homes, garages pop open as some try to make a quick escape. You stagger back, knocking into the side table beside the couch. A picture frame falls over, shattering loudly on wood floor.

To your absolute horror, his head snaps to your window. For the first time, you're able to catch a glimpse of him up close. Gone was the sweet old man who would help you with yard work in those first few months after Abby moved out. The skin of his face is molted, almost as if something was eating away at it. Once sparkling blue eyes are completely glazed over. The bloodthirsty look on his face sends you reeling. 

His mouth parts open letting out a loud screech, ready to lunge through the thin window screen when a familiar black truck slams into him. Abby hops out, mouth moving quickly as she shouts something at you. Between the ringing in your ears and the loud screams outside you don't register what she says. Your eyes blink rapidly, hoping the sight of your elderly neighbor under her front tire is just your imagination. In your peripheral you see the front door swing open, Abby's keychain hanging from the lock. 

Strong hands grip you by the shoulders, shaking you out of your stupor. "Baby what are you doing? We have to go!"

Her woodsy scent envelopes you as she scoops you up and carries you out bridal style before tossing you in the passenger seat. Fingers clench into the leather as the truck reverses, disturbing the once perfect lawn. Your flowerbeds and mailbox becoming casualties in the process too. 

You peel your eyes off the dash, looking out the window as she flies through residential neighborhoods. More and more people are starting to trickle out from the safety of their homes. Some running with only the clothes on their backs, others quickly shoving personal belongings in their vehicles. 

Your voice is shaky when you finally speak up. "What's going on Abigail?"

She exhales heavily, looking exhausted. "I don't know."

"Are they all like that?" 

Her jaw clenches. "The ones I've been treating are in the early stages of their symptoms, but beds are full. We've been told to turn people away to recover at home." She huffs. "I don't even wanna know how many of them are out there running around like that."

You hesitantly rub her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her, slowly pulling back when she tenses. Her throat clears and the skin of her knuckles turns white as she tightens her grip on the wheel. 

"So what are we doing?"

You're shocked when she shrugs her shoulders. Abby always had a plan. You wrack your brain, trying to think of something. 

"My parent's cabin up north! We could go there." You suggest. "Y'know until everything settles down."

She makes a sharp right, following the signs pointing her to the nearest on ramp. Her fist slams against the wheel when you pull up to the main highway just five minutes later. It seems like everyone had the same idea. Cars are honking, people are screaming. Nobody is moving. The thought of sitting in bumper to bumper traffic right now doesn't sound like a smart idea.

"My apartment's in the city." Abby suddenly states. "They were setting up barricades when I left for work this morning. Flyers talking about a quarantine zone." 

She doesn't wait for your approval, sending the truck speeding towards her place. The closer you get to the city, the more erratic Abby's driving becomes. It's clear your little suburban bubble was late to the news of the outbreak. Downtown Seattle is absolute madness. Everywhere you look there's something happening. Those infected chase people up and down the streets, tackling the ones too slow to outrun them. Shops that you can remember being there your whole life are now ablaze. 

You grip onto the handle above your head watching wide eyed as Abby plows through debris in the street. Bile rises in your throat when you realize she most likely driving over the dead bodies left behind. 

The truck slows to a crawl. Concrete barricades were placed closer together here, making it impossible to get through. She silently curses at the fact that you're gonna have to leave the safety of the car and make the rest of the journey on foot. She grabs your face between her hand, forcing you to look her in the eye.

"Get ready to run baby." 

Your hand is on the handle when something crashes into your door. A scream gets caught in your throat as the infected bangs on the glass of your window before setting it's sights on the blonde. She's halfway out of the truck when she gets tackled to the ground. Her hands shoot out using all her strength to keep it from attacking her 

"Abby!"

She screams at you to run. Her arms are getting tired of holding this ridiculously strong freak back. Her hold is quickly slipping. Accepting her fate she screws her eyes shut bracing for the inevitable. A loud whack and she doesn't realize there's no longer any weight holding her down until your panicked voice is in her ear. 

"Holy fuck! Are you okay?"

You crouch beside her, a bloody metal pipe in your hands. Keeping a watchful eye on the body laying just inches from hers. She slaps your hand away, wincing when she gets up on her own. 

"Why would you do that?!" She whisper yells, unsure whether to kiss you for saving her or punching you for putting yourself in danger. "I told you to run!"

"I could never just leave you like that. You're welcome." You say through labored breaths. With a roll of her eyes she grabs your hand, sprinting in the direction of her building. 

You're thankful it's a short run from the car to her place. The two of you able to successfully hide from any other infected. It doesn't take long for either of you to realize that their vision sucks. 

The stairs up to her place are a feat of its own. You huff and puff up to the nineteenth floor, legs on fire when you finally walk through the door. 

Her apartment is spotless, because of course it is. Floor to ceiling windows give you a clear view of what seems to be the end of the world. 

"Oh my god." You stand in the middle of her room, watching in horror as explosions go off in my the distance. The ground beneath you shakes as they get closer and closer. 

Abby shakes her head in disbelief clearly putting two and two together. 

"It's so heavily populated here. They don't see the point in trying to separate the healthy from the infected." She whispers. Tears well in her eyes watching a plane purposefully fly into the ground off in the distance. The large blast setting fire to everything around it. There are more right behind it. "We're so fucked."

You watch as the fight leave her body. Your throat locks up, unable to scream at her. Wobbly legs pace back and forth in the small space trying to think of something that might work. Deep down you know it's pointless. There's no way you'd make it out of the city alive. Soft sobs wrack your body at the realization that this really is the end. 

Her shoulders slump as she sits on the bed. She gnaws on her lower lip to keep from crying too loud. "Can I hold you?" 

You nod, legs feeling like jelly. Abby reaches for you, pulling you up towards the headboard. The two of you lay beside each other breathing heavily with your hands intertwined. Tears stream down her face and onto the pillow under her head. 

She reaches over and kisses you, her shaking hand plays with the baby hairs on the nape of your neck. "My biggest regret was letting you go."

You watch face as she continues talking, lips moving against yours. "I had to stop myself from driving past the house every single day." She laughs. "Would have sat outside your door until you took me back."

"I wish you would have." You admit through a watery smile. 

"I never stopped loving you. I just want you to know that." She whispers, lips moving to kiss your temple. 

"I should have never left." Your lips meet the skin of neck tasting the salty tears that have pooled there. "I love you too Abby. So much it hurts." 

"I can't believe this is what it took for us to realize how stupid we were." She mumbles into your hair. Your face burrows into the crook of her neck. "I'm so sorry baby."

"I'm glad you came for me." You tell her, but you know she doesn't hear it. 

The walls start shaking, sending everything tumbling to the floor. You're no longer able to hear anything over the sound of a loud engine approaching. Her arms tighten around you, the two of you curl into each other. 

There's a jarring beeping in your ear just as it all goes black. 

You shoot up in bed, heart in your throat. The sound of your heavy breathing almost drowns out the harsh beeping of your alarm. Reaching over you rip the cord from the wall sitting in silence for a moment while your heartbeat returns to normal. 

The sun is shining outside, laughter from the kids across the street flows in through the small opening of your window. A lawnmower goes off in the distance.

Shaking hands fist the cool cotton of your sheets. The soft material grounding you. You look around the small room. Everything looks just as you left it. There's an empty bottle of wine on the dresser and you roll your  eyes at yourself. 

That explains it. 

You're okay. 

It was all a dream.

You jump out of bed, rushing to the bathroom before taking the stairs two at a time almost snapping an ankle. The entryway table shakes when you snatch the keys from on top of it. The warm August breeze that hits you when you walk outside makes you feel renewed. 

The quiet neighborhood looks as it always does. A couple of people are out watering their lawns while some head out for church. Claire sits on her front porch drinking a cup of coffee, giving you a little wave when she spots you pulling out of your driveway and it's a miracle you don't burst into tears. Using muscle memory you quickly punch in the number you know by heart, waiting with bated breath for an answer.  "Hello?"Your shoulders drop in relief at the sound of her voice. She's okay.

"Where are you?"

"At home," she pauses "why?"

"Perfect." You hang up before she can reply. Tossing the phone on the passenger seat you press your foot down on the gas. 

You make it to Abby's apartment building in record time, parking haphazardly by the curb. There's a ninety nine percent chance you'll come back to a parking ticket stuck to your windshield but you don't care. 

There's a moment on the elevator ride up to the nineteenth floor where you second guess yourself. Aware of how ridiculous you look in mix matched pajamas going to try and win your ex girlfriend back. You steel your nerves reminding yourself of how horrible those last few seconds of your nightmare were.  If she kicks you out you can at least say you tried. 

Abby answers the door looking mouth watering in a black tank top and gray shorts, her messy hair pulled back in a low bun. "Alright, how many traffic laws did you break on your way over here?"

"You don't wanna know." You pant, throwing yourself into her arms. 

She catches you with a soft grunt, hesitating for a second before wrapping her arms around you. The familiar scent of pine engulfs you.  

"Not that I'm not happy to see you, but what are you doing here?" Her teasing tone makes your face heat up. "I don't think random house visits on a Sunday at 8 AM fall under no contact." She quips. 

"I love you!" The words are out before you can stop yourself. "I love you and I don't want to go another day without letting you know that walking away from you was one of the hardest things I've ever done. I regret it every single day."

Abby leans back against the door with her hands still on your hips. There's a tiny grin on her face watching you spill your guts, you’re too worked up to notice. "I know we're both at the peak of our careers. I know we're busy, and there will be days we don't even get to see each other, but I'm tired of living like this. I miss you." 

You sniffle pathetically into her chest. "The world could end tomorrow and I don't want to regret never telling you how I felt." Thumbs wipe gently at your tears. "And if you don't feel the same way I underst- mmph!"

Her lips meet yours in a soft kiss, hands wandering under your shirt to caress the soft skin of your back. Neither of you make a move to deepen it, content to take it slow.

Abby pulls back first. Her eyes shine with unshed tears as she stares down at you. It suddenly hits you how much you've missed her. She brings her forehead to rest against yours. 

"Took you long enough baby."

[in-my-feels-probably]

I can’t remember fr 😭 but here’s maybe another idea? Carmenxreader where the reader works as a chef at the restaurant as well and one day when they’re specially stressed out carmy blows up on her face (kinda like how he does to Sydney on ep 7) and she straight up walks out as well, the difference here is that they live together and obviously they can’t exactly ignore each other at home OR as an alternative, he blows up in her face and she has that kinda silent anger that’s even scarier than when someone has a screaming match with you, so when she simply turns around and goes back to work, Carmy is afraid for his life because he can practically see the anger radiating off of her, either one is fine! And ending is up to you! (But make is happy pls because I am a baby and will cry at too much angst :’)) thank you!!

Crash and Burn

Request: Carmenxreader where the reader works as a chef at the restaurant as well and one day when they’re specially stressed out carmy blows up on her face (kinda like how he does to Sydney on ep 7) and she straight up walks out as well, the difference here is that they live together and obviously they can’t exactly ignore each other at home OR as an alternative, he blows up in her face and she has that kinda silent anger that’s even scarier than when someone has a screaming match with you, so when she simply turns around and goes back to work, Carmy is afraid for his life because he can practically see the anger radiating off of her, either one is fine!

Hi! I’m so sorry for the long wait, I’ve been so busy but I’ve got some time now. I’m still getting the hang of writing for Carmy, so bear with me if it’s a little bit rusty. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it!

(Warnings: swearing, shouting, slight angst, let me know if i missed anything)

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Today was not your day. It wasn’t anyone’s day at the Beef’s, to be more specific. 

And to make it worse, you were prepping for a catering event Carmy couldn’t say no to. You needed the cash, and so it had to be done. But—of course—everything had to go wrong, one shitty situation after the other. 

First, the meat delivery man dropped off fifty pounds of the wrong kind of meat, which immediately put Carmy in a bad mood. Then, he accidentally scorched the bottom of a pan after he forgot to check it while he was whisked away doing other things, and he had to start his stock sauce over completely. Unfortunately for you, it was a new recipe, and he was the only one who knew how to make it. It set him back at least an hour, and now you were rushing to pick up the slack of his duties on top of yours while he continued his.

It seemed as if everyone was having a bad day. Marcus couldn’t get the consistency of his cake batter right. Richie left his cigarettes at home and was forced to work through his smoke break, loudly griping about it to you while he chopped vegetables. Tina was late to work because of an appointment she had to take her son to, and she refused to cancel it and make another. Not that you blamed her.

You could overhear the phone call she had with Carmy letting him know she was stuck on the L train. When he asked why she couldn’t have just rescheduled, her scolding could be heard even from outside his office door. 

“It took me three fucking weeks just to even get the place to answer the phone without putting me on hold, I’m not about to wait another month!”

Carmy sighed, wiping a hand down his face. “We’re really busy today, Tina, if you could just please hurry—”

“Yeah, I’ll tell the conductor to step on it. Give me a minute, kid, I’ll be there soon.”

She arrived shortly after her phone call, making herself scarce when she saw Carmy hunched over a pot, muttering fragmented sentences to himself that would make a sailor blush. You quickly hurried her over, telling her to grab a knife and help you chop. 

The icing on the fucking cake—metaphorical of course, since Marcus had yet to actually bake any cake—was the client calling Carmy in the middle of the lunch rush and demanding the event’s catering be pushed up half a day, or else they would cancel entirely and expect a refund. A refund you didn’t have, as you had already spent the moneyt, so you had no choice but to oblige them. Meaning that instead of the extra time in the morning everyone had to prep, they’d instead have to finish that evening. And as if that couldn’t get any worse, Richie was going to have to leave halfway through the dinner shift to go pick up his daughter, which was unmissable. 

It would be you, Carmy, Tina, Marcus, and Sydney after the restaurant closed, working overtime and scrambling until you finished. 

Although, it was hard to ponder the next few hours when you were up to your neck in to-go orders, wrapping up sandwich after sandwich that Richie was making and sending your way in between taking orders at the counter. In fact, everyone was up to their necks in duties, frantically working and bustling around the kitchen. 

“Sydney, I’ll sign the lease to my apartment over to you and my savings account for rent if you take that meat cleaver and hit me over the head with it. If I don’t die, at least I’ll get sent to the hospital and be able to get the fuck out of here,” you groaned, wrapping yet another sandwich and sliding it back to Richie at the counter. 

Carmy tsked, not looking up from the now four separate pots on the stove he was managing. “Considering I live there, too, I think you’re gonna have to tough this one out for me.”

“For fucks sake,” you whined, heading into the front of house to grab more wrappers. 

Richie patted your shoulder on your way back into the kitchen, chuckling when you glared up at him. In a rare moment of peace when there was a gap in customers, he headed back into the kitchen to help you with the online orders. 

“Hang in there, kid,” he said, reaching into his back pocket before he groaned. “Shit, do you have any smokes?” 

“Nope,” you replied, immediately souring his relatively calm mood. 

“Fuck!”

He then took to angrily assembling and wrapping orders, shooing you away from the to-go station. Not that you were complaining, you could practically feel the anger radiating off him as he worked. 

You chose to help Carmy, who looked like he was about ten seconds from a mental breakdown. You rested a hand on his back as you approached him, gently rubbing up and down. 

“Where do you need me, love? Can I help?”

He sighed in frustration, shaking his head. “Nah, I’ve got this. Can you help Tina in the walk-in? She’s been in there a while.”

“Yup,” you smiled, hooking an arm around his middle giving him a quick hug, before heading into the back where the freezer was. 

When you opened the door, Tina was standing on her tippy toes, trying to put a big container of sauce on the top shelf. You furrowed your brows in confusion, wondering why she hadn’t asked someone a bit taller, like Marcus, to help her lift it up. She’d been gone from her station for what was probably twenty minutes now, and it was hard to imagine her standing like that instead of simply asking for help. 

You let the door close behind you, stepping in to help. “Tina, what are you doing?”

“I’ve got it, it’s fine. I’ll be right out,” she replied, taking a step up onto the bottom rank of the shelf. 

“Tina—” you gasped, eyes widening. 

She quickly turned towards you, one hand clinging to the shelf, the other supporting the container. “Y/N—”

Suddenly, her foot slipped down off the shelf, and she lost stability. The container came crashing down, splashing sauce all over the floor and across your shoes and the bottom of your pants. You quickly jumped over the puddle, offering your hands for Tina to take. 

“Come on, then. Get down, I’ll get us a few rags and we can clean this up,” you said, taking her hands in yours as you helped her step down. “We only lost the top bit, I think the rest of this is salvageable. I’ll ask Marcus to put this up on the shelf once we get it cleaned up in here.”

“Damn it,” she muttered, slipping her shoes off at the door so she didn’t track sauce all over the kitchen. 

You did the same, opening the door for her. “It’s alright, I’ve done this at least twice since I started working here. Sydney, too. It’s not our fault these shelves are so fucking high.”

Tina managed a chuckle, grabbing the mop bucket. “What a shitty day.”

“Agreed,” you replied, heading over to where you kept the clean towels and rags stocked.

You passed by Carmy on the way, who raised a brow at your disheveled appearance. “Drop something?”

“Not me, just in the splash zone. Don’t worry, I’ll get it cleaned up.” 

He was slicing meat now, and he frustratedly paused, setting his knife down. “Which sauce?”

“Uh, the garlic aioli, I think. I’m not sure, they’re all the same color, but it currently reeks of garlic in the walk-in, so I think my guess is pretty accurate.”

“Shit,” he sighed, picking the knife back up. “Could you be more careful, please?”

You raised a brow. “Well, I wasn’t the one who dropped it, but—”

“Yeah, yeah, just be fucking careful, alright? I don’t think we’ll survive any more shit today, we’re barely gonna make it as is.”

You flinched back at his sharp tone and raised volume, trying not to look too affected by his words. Suddenly, Richie called over his shoulder, scolding Carmy. 

“Cousin! Be fucking nice, leave her alone. Don’t be a dick, it was an accident.”

Carmy’s face fell as he watched your falter, and he cleared his throat, sniffing. “I’m sorry, I know it’s not your fault. There’s just too much shit to deal with today.”

You nodded and went to grab the towels, circling back by him as you walked past. You spoke carefully, not wanting to make him feel any worse than he already did. You knew he was under a lot of stress and didn’t mean to snap at you, but you’d much rather avoid any further potential snapping if you could, letting him be. 

“Take a breath, Carm. We’re gonna be fine, we still have all evening.” 

He nodded, mustering up a small smile. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, really,” you said, rubbing his shoulder as you walked back into the walk-in. 

Sighing, you got down on your hands and knees and started wiping up the mess. Tina stuck to the higher bits of the shelf that the sauce splashed onto. It took about ten minutes, but you finally managed to get everything up. You wiped the bottom of your shoes last, and then all the sauce was gone. Tina ran a mop through the freezer one last time, and you were finished after you got rid of the dirty rags. 

You joined Sydney at her station, tying a new apron around your waist. 

“Shitty day?” She asked, reaching for a sharper knife. “Twenty bucks on it getting even shittier.”

You huffed out a laugh. “I’d lose that bet. I guarantee we’re all gonna want to quit by tomorrow morning.”

“Fantastic,” she said, plastering a fake exaggerated smile on her face.

—

The rest of the dinner shift was—as predicted—miserable. Richie practically danced as he clocked out, saluting everyone before running out the back door to his car. Thankfully, he closed the front of the restaurant before leaving, which saved you all an extra half hour.

Everything settled down a bit once you all were steadily working in the back, but you were still rushing to make your new deadline. Everyone stuck to their own stations, in the zone as they worked. 

You finished your first round of work, deciding to see if anyone else needed help with getting theirs done. 

“Hey, Tina—”

She put a hand up, stopping you. “I’m good, mija. Talk to Jeff.”

“Heard,” you grinned, before walking over to Carmy. “Need me to do anything here?”

He took a breath, eyes scanning over his work before he nodded. “Yeah, uh…I braised the beef earlier. Could you slice it up thinly, and then pass it to Sydney? She needs it for prep.”

“Yup,” you nodded, grabbing a knife and the tray of meat. 

You began to make small talk as you worked, first with Carmy, then with everyone else. It was beginning to get late, and you all were a little delirious. Soon enough, the kitchen was full of laughter and scuffling feet as you moved around, telling joke after joke. It was a little loud, admittedly, but everyone seemed to be in high spirits. 

“Alright, alright, I’ve got one,” Marcus said, loading a tray into the oven. “When does a joke become a dad joke? When it’s apparent.”

You stifled a laugh as best you could, but you failed when Tina burst out laughing, crossing her legs. 

“Stop it, I'm gonna piss myself!”

That got Sydney, who’s laughter was practically echoing off the walls. “That’s some popsicle stick shit right there.”

You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand, tears falling as you chuckled. You could feel the heat in your cheeks as you laughed, your stomach beginning to ache. You looked over at Carmy, and realized that he had stopped laughing. He had smiled and chuckled at the first few jokes, but now he was quiet, working with tired eyes. 

“You got any jokes, Carm?” You asked, taking a step closer to him.

“What?” He asked, finally looking up at you. “Uh…no, no I don’t.”

“Oh, come on,” Marcus drawled over his shoulder, turning to look at Carmy. 

“No.”

You nodded, urging him along. “Yeah Carm, just give it a shot.” 

“No,” he said curtly, turning back to his work. 

You gave him a grin, trying to put him in a better mood. “Carm, just try—”

“Y/N! No!” He shouted, dropping his knife on the counter with a loud clang. “Could you just leave me alone for a minute, please? I mean, fuck! What’s with you today? We’ve got shit to get done. Just work! Without all the yammering, preferably.”

“Woah!” Tina shouted, immediately coming to your defense. “Take the stick out of your ass, leave her alone!”

Your jaw slacked at his words, but you quickly recovered, standing up straight. You could feel the ache in your heart at his scolding, and the tinge of embarrassment heating up your cheeks. But you steeled your emotions, setting your shoulders back as you picked up your knife, continuing to chop. You could hear arguing around you, but you ignored it, keeping your head down. 

Carmy immediately regretted his outburst, and he would have reached out to you if Sydney and Tina hadn’t immediately put themselves between you and him. 

“You alright?” Marcus said quietly, coming to stand by your side. 

You nodded, giving him a small smile. “I’m fine, I promise. Thanks.”

“Y/N,” Carmy started, and you could see the regret in his eyes. 

He dropped what he was doing, trying to come over to you. But you raised a hand, stopping him in his tracks. 

“I said I’m fine,” you replied curtly, turning to Sydney. “Syd, I’ll finish slicing the beef so I can give it to you, and I’ll finish up with anyone else who needs me for something. But I’m leaving the second I’m done.”

Sydney gave you a look of sympathy. “You don’t have to, I can finish this.”

“I’m not gonna throw a tantrum and make your job any harder just because I want to leave,” you sighed, throwing a sharp glare towards Carmy. 

You could see his jaw clench, and he cast his eyes to the floor. You scoffed, quickly going back to your work. Working as fast as you could, you finished within the next half hour. Walking over to Sydney, you placed the tray of sliced beef in front of her. 

“Here,” you groaned tiredly, pinching the bridge of your nose. 

She frowned, patting your arm. “Go home, babe. Get some rest.”

“I will, let me just ask Tina—”

“I’m fine,” Tina interrupted, holding her hand up when you tried to speak again. “Marcus, too. Seriously, mija. Go home.”

You finally relented, nodding. “Alright, fine. I’ll see you guys in the morning.”

“Love you,” they called out in sequence, watching you grab all of your things and head for the door.

You called back to them telling them you loved them, passing Carmy on your way out. He looked up at you as you walked past, his face full of regret, and a slight bit of fear. You smiled sweetly at him, making him shift back and forth uncomfortably. 

“See you at home.”

He visibly paled, and you choked down a sinister laugh as you walked out the door. 

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Hours later, Carmy gently opened up the front door to your shared appointment. He was practically tiptoeing, trying not to wake you up. As he flicked on the lights, he took a startled step back when he saw you sitting on the couch, a book beside you that you had long since abandoned. The TV dimly lit the room, on a low volume.

“There’s leftovers in the fridge,” you said quietly, not taking your eyes off the TV. “Eat.”

You may have been pissed—beyond pissed—but you didn’t want him to starve. The whole day, and you couldn’t remember seeing him eat even once.

“Y/N—” He started gently, but you cut him off. 

“Eat…then we’ll talk.”

He sighed, nodding as he walked over to the fridge. After a few minutes of dawdling around the kitchen, he finally joined you, cautiously taking a seat next to you. 

You didn’t turn to him as you spoke. “Did you finish? Everyone get home okay?”

You could hear him fidgeting next to you, which led to you finally faltering and looking over at him. The look on his face almost made you take pity, but you waited for him to speak first. He finally did, breaking the silence. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, fiddling with his hands in his lap. 

You raised a brow, having to urge him to continue. “For?”

“For being an asshole,” he finished, his eyes softening on you. 

You nearly smiled, raising a brow. “You really mean that, don’t you?”

“You were trying to help, and I was being a dick about it. You were under just as much stress as I was, and it was out of line yelling at you in front of everyone like that. I shouldn’t blow up on anyone like that, but especially not you. I’m sorry.”

“You really embarrassed me, you know,” you said, your voice beginning to waver. 

Carmy winced as you spoke, nodding. “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry for that, too.”

Sighing, you gently took his hand. He immediately clung to yours, squeezing it as he turned to face you more. 

“You could just talk to me,” you whispered, rubbing your thumb along the back of his hand. “Tell me if I’m being too loud, or if you want me to do something else. I just want to help you. We all do. And we can’t do that if you don’t tell us what you need.”

“They all think I’m an asshole, don’t they? I would if I heard someone yelling at their girl like that.”

You shook your head, squeezing his hand again. “No, Carm. They don’t think you’re an asshole. They know you’re under a lot of pressure, and honestly, I think they’d say you’re handling the change of pace really well. Marcus and Sydney would, at least. Not sure about Tina. Definitely not Richie.”

Carmy let out a laugh at that, leaning back into the couch. “Yeah, well…he’s an asshole, too. Takes one to know one.”

You grinned, resting your head on his shoulder. “You’re not an asshole…at least, not all the time.”

“Fuck you,” he spat, although he was grinning, too. “And yes, by the way. We finished up, and everyone made it home safely. It’ll be a long day tomorrow, but we’ve done the hard part.”

You hooked your arm under his, leaning against his side. “I’m glad. It’s good money. We needed this job. Not sure it was worth all the rage, but I’m sure I’ll be saying differently tomorrow.”

“It’ll be worth it,” he said, leaning over to press a kiss to the top of your head. “Thank you.”

You smiled, grinning dramatically. “What would you ever do without me?”

He shrugged, leaning further into you as he let out a deep sigh. “Crash and burn, probably.”

“Well, we can’t have that, can we?”

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A/N - Hi! So sorry again for the wait, I hope this is what you were looking for. Let me know what you think! Thank you again for requesting :)

[mialikeshockey]

Adore You - Mark Estapa

Based on the song “Adore you” by Harry Styles :)

bowling date night with Mark and you can’t do anything but adore the man in front of you.

“You don’t have to say you love me, I just wanna tell you something. Lately you’ve been on my mind. Honey, I’d, I’d walk through fire for you. Just let me adore you. Like it’s the only thing I’ll ever do.”

You hear Mark come home after spending the day with the guys. Your puppy was barking like crazy while you could hear Mark saying hi to them.

He went to the lake with them while you and your friends went too but went home sooner. Mark stayed back to help everyone clean up.

Tonight was also date night. Almost every weekend was. No matter how late. It always happened no matter what.

“You ready, love?” Mark questioned walking into the room. “Almost…give me like five more minutes.” You say as you finish up washing your face. He smiles, while sitting down on the bed.

You and Mark went on dates almost every weekend. Either out to restaurants or just going to places like the bowling alley. The bowling alley was a personal favorite.

Seeing his face light up,as he smiles after making a strike. You couldn’t help but adore him. He was honestly the best boyfriend you can even remember having. He’s extremely sweet.

“All ready.” You take his hand, pressing a kiss into his fingers. While heading out the door Mark grabs his keys still not letting go of your hand.

The drive wasn’t to far. Mark mostly just talked about how we wanted to go to the beach again soon. He loves being out in the water. He sometimes reminds me of a man child. He gets so excited over the smallest things and it’s so adorable.

As we got to the bowling alley, we get our shoes and put our names into the board. Mark just put his as “stop sign” and you put yours “ts lover”. You and Mark always joked around with saying you were a puck bunny for him, even though you actually met Mark at a hockey game.

As the night continues, you and Mark were full of giggles and laughs. You loved nights like this. Practice and hockey free. Non of the team there. Just you and your favorite boy.

“LETS GO BABY!” Mark yells after making another strike. You giggle as he turns over all smiley. Mark sits down next to you and you put your head on his shoulder. “Wanna go get ice cream am after this?” He asks softly.

“Yeah, that sounds good.” You smiled. “We can finish this game up if you want, or we can go now. It’s up to you sweetheart.”

“We can go now if you want too.” You say turning to him. After you guys returned the shoes and got back to the car.

As the night went on it got pretty late. You and Mark were sitting outside of the ice cream shop. “The sky looks so pretty. All the stars…they are extremely bright.” You say while finishing your ice cream.

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yourusername i love you but maybe I love our puppy more 😁

markestapa the puppy ain’t even all that but I love you more THAN THE PUPPY. 🥲

^ edwards.73 aye don’t do my bud like that Estapa.

^ markestapa be•tray•al : the action of betraying one's country, a group, or a person; treachery. "the betrayal by the king by his daughter"

rutgermcgroarty why didn’t I get icecream.

^ luca.fantilli bro fr like??

^ mackie.samo we just ain’t cool enough man 🤧

^ markestapa why do u guys comment on all my gfs posts 😐

^ lhughes_06 bc she’s better than u?

^ markestapa bruh my own teammate.

^ edwards.73 dw bro ur still my bf

^ markestapa good 😍

^ yourusername damn. My bf js got taken 😪

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hi sorry ik my posts have been rlly bad lately I have had no motivation whatsoever and anything I come up with I don’t like and I hide in my drafts but Lunas over and when she’s over she forces her motivation on me 🥲 (not rlly she just talks about writing and than I think of something)

But anyways me and her are doing face masks rn and listening to music and it’s 4am 😍 alr bye bye ilyg

tagging some ppl - @lunaaaaaa-nothere @jeromes-scars

[drghostwrite]

True Temptation…

Pairing: Dana Scully x fem!reader

Summary: Tension rises between two female agents and eventually the rubber band snaps when stretched too far.

Warning: Minors DNI, a little angst, but turns into smut

******************************************************** “And still you disobeyed orders!!” The assistant director snapped pacing back and forth in the conference room where you were all seated you had been tasked in cleaning up the mess of yet another Fox Mulder case, but not before closing the case and landing yourselves in a meeting with Skinner.

“Sir…” Mulder spoke, but you were to focused on the woman next to you. You watched as she pinched the bridge of her nose, and then leaned back in her chair, the way she held her pen. You thought about how close you’d grown over this last case, though sharing a room will do that, you thought about late nights sitting on the same bed sharing stories and just how well your personalities worked together. You admired her features, her simplistic natural looking makeup and her gorgeous ice blue eyes as they watched the men argue, the perfect way her red hair fell to meet her shoulders and the grey suit that she wore. She contrasted with you so well and yet somehow it seemed you belonged together, the things you would do to that woman. You could only imagine your bodies tangled together under dark sheets, breath hot and heavy and she called your name.

You sat there all these things running through your mind, you had one leg crossed over the other, one hand rested in your lap as the other spun a pen through your fingers, your face without realizing it seemed focused and it wasn’t until you felt a gentle hand on your thigh that pulled you back to reality. You looked to see a well manicured hand gently placed on your thigh unmoving, you looked up meeting gorgeous light blue orbs. “You okay?”

“huh?… oh yea, sorry.” Finally realizing it was only the two of you in the room, trying to hide the blush on your features.

“No it’s okay, you just seemed really intense about something, I was hoping it wasn’t the arguing.”

“Oh no way.” You softly chuckled, she gently smiled at you. Ugh that smile killed you, when she looked at you like that it was like she was begging you to just kiss her.

“Wanna talk about it?” She asked still unmoving as she was leaned towards you.

“maybe after a couple drinks.” You said standing and smoothing out your dark maroon suit.

“first round on me?” She asked, resting her hand on your lower back as she stepped around you.

“Um actually why don’t you just come to my place, I just went shopping so I can throw some dinner together for us.” You watched hopefully but she agreed quickly, almost to quickly and it made you hopeful.

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you heard the door open as Dana let herself in and called your name, “In here…” you called.

Quickly you checked yourself the jeans you wore with the flannel slightly unbuttoned and loosely hugging your frame, your soft curls pulled into a loose ponytail. You turned hearing her enter the kitchen wiping your hands in the towel, you looked her over the dark jeans and the tank top hugging her top half, an unbuttoned shirt with rolled sleeves and her hair laid perfectly, even outside of the usual suits and business attire she was drop dead gorgeous and you wanted nothing more than to undress her slowly.

“Drinks are in the fridge, food is almost done.” You smiled motioning towards the fridge, she walked over grabbing a beer and hopping up on the counter next to you.

“So you going to tell me what had you so focused today?” She smirked watching you squirm, little did you know she had a good feeling about what it was.

“Uhm… about that.” You laughed, you looked at her as she waited, her eyes were comforting and so you decided to risk it.

“Okay to be honest it was you, I’ve been attracted to you since the day we met and spending all that time together it… well.” You turned to her stepping in front of her on the counter, her eyes flicked from yours to your lips and back, quickly leaning in you kissed her and felt as she kissed you back.

“sorry, if that changes things but…”

“I’ve been waiting for you to do that.” She said smiling before pulling you back in for more kisses these were deeper more intense than before. She pulled you in closer, wrapping her legs around you, you let your hair fall around you as she ran her hands through it letting them place on your strong shoulders.

“Oh god your lips feel amazing…” you whispered against her, you could feel her smile and slight moan as you kissed her again. You quickly picked her up guiding her to your bedroom not caring about anything else in that moment but the beautiful woman before you, closing the door you turned her around pressing her back to the door one hand next to her head as the other caressed her hip as you kissed her, she quickly tugged at buttons on your shirt pushing it over your shoulders then she started on your pants.

“Wait Dana, have you ever done this before?” You asked reading her eyes.

“with a woman… no… but…” she said nervously.

“its okay, just let me take the lead, show you how it’s done.” You said starting to kiss down her neck, pulling her shirt off and tossing it along with the tank top revealing her smooth black bra you expertly undid the clasp. You placed kisses across her chest feeling her hand come up to your hair and gently rake through as you pulled a nipple into your mouth your hand massaging the other. You guided her to the bed, undoing her pants and panties, tossing them aside quickly stripping yourself. You placed kisses down her stomach feeling her shake with anticipation beneath you. You started slow with kisses and your hands only using one finger and letting her adjust but not long before you added a second feeling as she moaned into your mouth.

“God baby, I-I’m so close…” she said breathlessly.

“it’s okay love just go with it.” A few short moments later and you had her in climax her eyes closed as she arched her back lips slightly parted.

“Y/N that was…”

“You’re not done yet… here.” You said laying on your back and motioning for her to get on top of you. She sat on your lap but you pulled her up.

“what?” She looked at you slightly confused.

you smirked at her, “just trust me, come here.” You pulled her so she was sitting above your face, you could see the glint of her pussy, how wet she was for you, you ran hands up her legs and up her sides, you ran your tongue through her folds tasting her.

“Mm…” you moaned sending a shock wave through her, “you taste amazing baby.” You quickly explored her as she leaned forward her chest having as she gripped the headboard, you could feel her legs begin to shake as you focused on her clit, your inserted your tongue and as you moved your nose ghosted over her clif with the perfect amount of pressure. You could feel how wet you were yourself just from hearing her moans.

“Y/N god here it comes again…” this time you didn’t stop even after her orgasm you kept going two then three until her legs were shaking above you. You laid her down beside you.

“That… was… amazing…” she said out of breath as you held her in your arms, she let her fingers gently explore your body.

“well you have no idea how long I’ve waited to do that.”

“yea well I wish you wouldn’t have.” She smirked against your chest, “I love you Y/N”

“Dana… I-I…”

“I’m serious I always have as a best friend and now as my lover… I love you.”

“Does this mean I can finally call you my girlfriend?” You laughed cheekily.

“You can call me Mrs. Sinclair for all I care.” You both laughed but little to her knowing that in about a year you would be asking her to marry you and three years you’d be talking about having your first baby but for right now you would settle for girlfriend because you felt like the luckiest woman alive.

[oceanbug]

when worlds collide

smau non!idol ningning x reader

8.5 movie night part 2

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Now here you are, letting the schools' richest, most spoiled students into your roach-infested dorm. You never believed in nightmares coming true, yet here you are in one.

“Oh, What a nice place you have!”  You could see Ningning gritting her teeth throughout the whole sentence. “Really? It looks like shit to me.” And there goes Haewon onto the ground from a not so subtle jab from Ningning.

 “Ok, So what movies next? Let’s let Wonyoung pick!” You tried to steer the conversation away from that embarrassing reminder.  

“You just feel bad that you knocked her out.” It did not work.

“Anyways….Wonyoung what movie?”

“Hm, I heard ‘My Best Friend’s Wedding’ is a good romantic comedy! It’s about being hopelessly in-love with your best friend and trying to win their heart!”

Your stomach began to churn.

it’s definitely just a coincidence that she chose that, right? 

“Aw, that movies so cute! I wish I could experience being in love with my childhood friend!” 

Ok, now it’s starting to feel intentional.

“Y/n, you ever felt like that before?” So, bumping into them wasn’t a coincidence at all. This was on purpose. Still, no way they would blurt out your secret, right? It was obvious at this point that you were nervous, and the silence in the air began to drag out.

“No way she has! She’s only grown up with Yujin and me. We would know if something was going on in her life.” Jimin defended you, but why did that still hurt so much? You felt a ping in your heart, and your stomach dropped. All you could do was laugh and agree, yet the air in the room didn’t get any less awkward.

“So, are we starting the movie?” Yelled an impatient, loud Yunjin, and so the film began.

You hated the movie. All you could do was relate. Would you stop Jimin from getting married? Would you ever tell her how you felt?

You began to feel overwhelmed and slipped out of the dorm while everyone focused on the film. Stepping outside, you let a long breath out. You didn’t even realize how tense you were feeling inside. The thought of Jimin seeing your reaction, Yujin potentially having another slip-up, or those rich assholes teasing you was enough to make you incredibly stressed.

This moment of peace didn’t last, though. You heard the door open and quickly straightened up. You couldn’t let your friends see you so anxious. Only it wasn’t your friend at the door; it was your psych partner?

“Why’d you run out?"

“I don’t have time for you, Ningning. Just leave me alone.”

“I didn’t come to fight, honestly.” How could you ever believe that? She’s the whole reason that you’re feeling like this.

“Really? Then why are you out here?”

“I know what it feels like, y’know. To be in love with a friend, just for it to end badly.”

You found that hard to believe, but stayed silent.

“Yeonjun and I grew up together as neighbors. He was everything to me. We did everything together, and he even gave me a promise ring when we were 7 years old. Sure, it was a daisy he tied around my finger, but it’s the thought that counts. Then that bitch, Aeri, came in and took him from me. I know I blame her a lot for it, but both parties were responsible.” Ningning’s voiced started to crack up.

“ It ruined me for a while. I couldn’t show up to school and told everyone I was going to Paris fashion week; In reality, I was hauled up in my room eating mint chocolate ice cream.”  Was she actually being genuine? She wouldn’t even turn to look at you, is she trying not to cry…?

“Oh, I’m sorry that happened.” That was all you could say; you couldn’t help but actually feel bad for Ningning. You could feel the hurt in her voice. Is she really trying to relate to you? Well, if she’s pouring her heart out to you, what do you have to lose? She already knows about your crush.

“If it makes you feel any better, I can kind of relate. You already know how I feel about Jimin; It’s not a surprise anymore. We blame friends our freshman year of high school. When I first laid my eyes on her, it felt like my whole world turned into color. She was always so attentive and never left me behind, no matter how popular she got. Yet she could never see how I felt about her. I watched her date person after person, always wondering when it'd be my turn. Sophomore year, on Valentine's Day, I even got her a chocolate bear and bouquet; in return, I got a ‘Thanks, you’re the best friend a girl could ask for.’ The one time I decided to be brave enough and confess, I was too late.”

Tears started running down your face before you could even process them. You never told anyone how you really felt before; besides Yujin, you never could. Jimin was always part of your friend group, so it would’ve just made things weird. So being able to vent, even to someone you hate, felt good.

You waited for the awkward silence to start, but instead you felt a warm embrace. The same person who was threatening you less then 12 hours ago, is hugging you.

“It’s okay; your secrets are safe with me. Don’t worry about Jimin finding out; she won’t.”

Before you got a chance to respond, you heard the door slam open and a loud “LET’S GO!” Came from Haewon. You’ve been outside so long that the movie had ended. Quickly drying your tears, you waved goodbye to your surprise guest of the day and apologized once more for hitting Wonyoung.

“Y/N, are you okay? Did she say anything to you?” Yunjin was defensive and ready to chase Ningning down if she did hurt you.

“Nah, we were just talking about the midterm project. Anyone up for one more movie?”

And so you spent your night laughing and crying at various movies with your friends, still wondering what would come from the conversation with Ningning.

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(Synopsis) Y/N had never been the type to take life for granted. You grew up with the mindset that if you wanted something, you had to work for it; So getting paired up with the university’s “Rich Bitch” Ning Yi Zhuo for your midterm was the last thing you wanted. Are you willing to step into the world of fame for an A+?

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[everydayfrimmel]

June 18, 2024

"The L Word (Love and/or Leaking Roofs and/or Late-Night Cable Television" Words, roommates au part 8/?

Frieren is neither a morning nor a night person. He doesn't see her in the afternoons, but knowing what he does about her sleeping habits, Himmel can't imagine she's much of a daytime person, either. There doesn't seem to be a time, actually, that Frieren would not rather be asleep, and he usually tries to respect that, but this time, he just can't.

"I wanna show you something," he says, insistent even though she has a blanket pulled around her shoulders like a cape and a crabby look on her face. "I promise it's worth it."

"It's past my bedtime."

"Your bedtime that changes every time you don't want to do something? C'mon, Frieren."

She makes one of the many variations she's created on her typical sour expression. "Just because we live in the same house doesn't mean you're the boss of me."

"No, but I wouldn't be a very good friend if I didn't sometimes drag you out of the house anyway."

"We're not friends, we're associates."

"Now you're just being rude," he says cheerily, tugging the end of her blanket cape. "You'll feel bad for saying that when you see what I want to show you."

"Doubt that."

Still, yawning into her hand, she follows him. The end of her blanket drags on the ground behind her, even after they've gone outside, but if she cares that the dewy grass is making it damp, it's not enough to make her pick it up. Himmel almost walks behind her to carry it like a train, but she doesn't know where they're going, so he settles for a cursory "your blanket's dragging."

"Whatever," she replies.

"That's a nice way of telling you to pick it up."

"Too much work."

"You do realize I'm the one who washes those things, right?"

"Yeah, but it's fine."

"Frieren. I would really rather you picked up the end of the blanket."

Muttering incomprehensible but probably unsavory things to herself, she grabs a handful of the wet fabric and lifts it off the ground.

"See? You can cooperate when you have to."

"Don't like it."

"Part of growing up-"

"We're the same age, Himmel."

"Yeah, but I do the laundry and think about mature things like mortgages, and you plot world domination and make dirty laundry."

"What mortgages? You don't own this place."

"No, but when I get married, I'll want to know what-"

"Since when do you even have a girlfriend?"

Ice cold, that woman. If only she knew.

"I don’t, but I sure would like to," he replies, so chipper that even Frieren is bound to notice he's faking it. "Know anyone?"

Or do you wanna maybe get a clue?

"Get Tinder," she tells him. "You'd make a killing on there."

He coughs. "Sorry?"

"Every time I go into town to shop, the old ladies ask me about you," she says. "And then go on for way too long about how handsome they think you are."

"Well, I'm flattered, but they're not exactly in my age bracket."

"And how you must be holding out for someone if you're still single, because there's no way some girl wouldn't have snatched you up already if you weren't." She pauses. "That's a quote, not a paraphrase."

Even they're dropping hints now?

"That's nice, Frieren, but maybe-"

"So you would definitely get swiped on all the time if you made a Tinder. And then…girlfriend." She shrugs. "Marriage. Mortgage. Four sons who all look exactly like you."

"Fr-Frieren?"

"What? For some reason I can't see you having a daughter."

"Why are you thinking about me having children at all?"

"Dunno. You seem like the type."

Where do I even start?

"Well, uh, that's nice, but, you see, I'm…I like to be friends first." He laughs nervously, wonders when he got so awkward. "And I dunno. I don't just want anyone who thinks I'm hot."

"Well, obviously, compatibility is important."

"Whoever I end up with," he says, sighing, "I think she's gonna be a really special girl."

Frieren is quiet, and Himmel can't decide if he's more terrified or hopeful that she's mulling those words over with care and finally putting the right pieces into place. Terrified, most probably.

"Probably," she finally says, then, "so what is it you dragged me out of bed for, a hike in the middle of the night?"

"This is hardly a hike, and no." Frieren would call a short walk through a totally flat field of strawberries a hike. "We're going out to the pond."

"On Old Man Voll's property?"

"Yeah, he said I could come out whenever."

"Why?"

"Oh, he had me over for dinner a few nights ago and showed it to me, then said I could drop by if I wanted."

With your roommate, he'd said, eyes and voice knowing. You know, the pretty one you like so much? Which is what he intends to do.

They arrive on the outskirts of Voll's property after ten minutes, a little sweaty in the soupy night air after dressing for the air-conditioned indoors, pass undetected through a rusty gate that Voll hasn't bothered to maintain or lock in years. And--he'd known it would be, but his heart still squeezes--the still surface of the pond reflects the lights of thousands of fireflies.

"I thought you should see this," he tells her.

Frieren's chin is tilted up and she's dropped the end of her blanket again, but not out of spite this time. Her lips are slightly parted, her eyes wide, her hair already tangled after an hour-long appetizer to a full night's sleep on the couch. And she looks like she's almost forgotten to be angry with him.

"They actually do look like this, huh."

He chuckles. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I don't know, I guess I always thought people were exaggerating when they talked about fireflies."

"No," he says. "I don't think they are."

He could kiss her if she'd let him. It amazes him how much he wishes she would.

[the-one-who-lambs]

how many cotl related dreams have you had by now?

Oh my god all my new followers are gonna have to get caught up to speed huh? So if I rotate something in my brain enough, the likelihood of me thinking about it as I'm falling asleep makes my chances of dreaming about it astronomically higher. Most notably, every other month or so I've had like.. a lucid dream where Shamura and I are just vibing in what seems to be their library. (This is why Pura drew me the Shamura profile picture actually.) Results have varied.

I'm just gonna copy and paste directly from my dream log document I have in the notes section of my phone.

-Shamura Lucid dreams. What have we done... Just chatting, talk about fears and shit, gave them a bubble tea (didn't go well), hug (not super comfy but it was nice anyway).. mostly just talk. They suck at jokes. They are literally so sweet and CONSTANTLY DEPRESSED BUT their presence is so comforting I don't know how else to describe it. Such a friend fr. Looked through their library.. I didn't understand anything but it looked cool but also felt like if I looked at anything wrong I'd set myself on fire by accident. Idk. most recently I talked to them about Gender Thoughts™ and just asked them how they knew they were nonbinary and they hit me with a "Well how did you know YOU were nonbinary ::)" motherfucker you are ten steps ahead of me right now. Forget the trans allegory of trying to "crack the egg." They put it in the microwave and tried to fucking explode it.

-Heket was my wife and we went swimming

-Shamura ran a Mexican restaurant, made good nachos

-Abstract dream, saw all five bishops. Just kind of observed stuff from the outside rather than interacting with them but nothing was super clear, other than them reuniting

-dream that lasted like 2 minutes, Shamura with a little Narinder. I think I was like watching an animated short tho, they weren't actually there. (Note: I still want this so bad)

-I was the Lamb and I went crusading and when I was done Leshy gave me a reward. I don't know why. I chose having a new scar (love that getting injured was my reward) and another choice was like .. the bishops had stronger weapons to fight me with?

-Kallamar (I'm pretty sure from @meatcatt's Redo AU. Great I'm dreaming about AUs of friends now.) was in his Gaming Hole™ and I went to say hi but I startled him and he like... Broke his mug or something and the noise woke me up at 4:45 in the morning.

-Choose ur starter pokémon (Bishop). They were all little and lying down on a table. I wasn't able to pick just one so I made some fried rice instead?? Also I was moving into a house with Ryan (note: my younger brother. I'm the first of 4 kids, he's the second of us)

-I was immediately transported back to 6th grade with all the knowledge I have now and started making predictions about the future that were all correct because I had lived it. One of the things I predicted was some sort of apocalypse that involved a red fungus taking over the world. All of the Bishops were responsible for this, and I distinctly remember Kallamar in a spaceship.

-Leshy disintegrated in front of me???? I think I killed him with my mind I'm SO SORRY LESHY

-Saw Shamura on 3 separate occasions on one night. One they were helping me win a competition to win a house but the house was boobytrapped and haunted and I had to get through the boobytraps to win it wait how were they helping me exactly?, second we were farming together I think in that exact house and we had like so many vegetables I couldn't fucking move and third we were selling ice cream together.

-I saw Narinder!!! Finally!! I was in some. Sermon thing. And he was giving a speech about peace for his followers. Idk (oh wait I didn't remember I had dreamt about him before)

-Had a dream that I became Heket's vessel. At the end of the dream, she turned against me and tried to reclaim her crown. I didn't see that one coming, somehow. Also, the fight took place in my parents's bathroom.

[dancegender]

Heyyy, I wrote a one-shot for N x Thad that I'm posting. Prompt was 'playing video games' by @astronic-fr but there's honestly more setup than actual video games. Not a great writer, but I hope you guys like it anyway.

Storming Outside, But We're Safe In Here

Thad sighed, pausing his video game and standing up. After maybe an hour of walking and fruitless search, he finally managed to locate the dungeon he was looking for. Deciding to take a break before he went in, he propped himself against his wall to listen to the howling of the blizzard outside. He didn't really care for storms so much, but the wind was a pretty good source of background noise.

Right as he caught himself zoning out, Thad was startled back into sentience by a rather loud knock on the front door. He heard his mom call out, followed by a bit of shuffling and some footsteps. It wasn't until the door opened that he heard screaming and jumped to his feet, bolting towards the living room.

"Mom! What's going-" Thad started to speak but cut himself off, taking in the sight in front of him. His mother, still screaming, stood in the front doorway. Shoe in hand, she was swinging at a poor drone who was desperately trying to get a sentence out.

"Ma'am, please, I'm- ow! Not trying to- ouch! Hurt anyone- ow!"

Moving closer, Thad could see that is wasn't just a random drone at the door. It was N, Thad's newest friend, his body almost completely crusted over with ice. With some effort, Thad managed to position himself in front of N.

"Mom, mom, calm down! N's cool, he's not hurting anything."

Thad's mom paused mid-strike, staring blankly at her son. "THAT'S the N you were talking about?" She turned to face N. "I am so sorry! I've heard plenty of good things about you, but I never heard you were a disassembly drone."

"Oh, it's no big deal, don't worry about it," N's voice was a little hoarse when he spoke, like he was still waiting for his vocal cords to thaw out. He looked a mess, too, with his hair stuck up frozen in places and the small chunks of ice that hung from his visor; he was lucky drones couldn't get frostbite. This didn't seem like the charming, sweet, happy-go-lucky N that Thad was accustomed to.

"Come inside, N, you look like you could use some warming up." Thad was brought back to the present by his mom's voice. N simply shook his head.

"Oh no, It's fine. I just wanted to drop off this," N dug around in his pocket before pulling out a puzzle cube, holding it out to Thad. "You forgot it last time you stopped by the spire. Thought I'd return it and pop back home."

Thad accepted the cube, narrowing his eyes. "You flew all the way out here, through a blizzard, to return my puzzle cube. And now you want to leave, flying back through the blizzard again."

"Yes...?" N fidgeted, suddenly appearing to notice that the workers were staring at him like he'd lost his mind.

"Yeah, no, Uzi'd kill me if I let you do that," Thad grabbed N's hand, wincing at how cold it was, and dragged him through the door. "You're staying here, at least until the storm lets up."

It took maybe 10 minutes of negotiation, a few fuzzy blankets, and one very intense mom stare to convince N to wait out the blizzard. After warming up, N thankfully started to resemble himself again. Thad led him down the hall to his bedroom, picking up his controller and flopping down on the bed.

"Your mom's nice," N remarked, sitting down gently on the bed next to him. "Kinda thought you'd have your own place, though."

"Eh, not really," Thad sat up, gesturing vaguely over his shoulder. "There's only so much living space in an underground bunker, and it's a long process to add more. It's pretty normal to not move out for a while, just 'cause there's not a whole lot of places to move to."

"Yeah, I guess that makes sense..." N noticed the screen mounted on the wall. "Ooh, whatcha playing?"

"Skyrim," Thad unpaused his game, walking up the grand dungeon's steps. "I was just about to raid this dungeon. You wanna try?" He held the controller out to N, who took it carefully.

"Sure!" N opened the dungeon door, barging right into the bandits gathered at the entrance. They began attacking, which prompted N to run in circles helplessly. "Thad, they're stabbing me."

Thad wasn't much help, though. He was laughing rather loudly, resting on N's shoulder to keep himself upright. "Yeah, they tend to do that," he managed in between breaths. "You've gotta hit 'em back. Press X and use the triggers."

N obeyed, watching Thad's weapons come into view. In the right hand, he held a shimmering, pale green dagger. In the left, a swirling mass of deep red. N pressed the right trigger, affectively slashing the bandit in front of him, who promptly burst into flames.

"Woah!" N laughed, whirling around to strike another bandit. Thad closed his eyes briefly, taking in the sound of N's laughter. They'd really only ever met under serious circumstances, so the casual cheer in his friend's voice was a welcome change of pace. N turned around, activating the reddish aura sitting in his left hand.

"That's a spell attack," Thad explained. He pushed himself off of N, remaining close enough for their shoulders to still be touching. "Don't use it too much, though, it drains your Magicka."

They managed to get through the dungeon rather quickly, easily killing the bandit chief. Now, all that was left to do was to collect the bounty money.

"Hey Thad, how do I-" N turned towards his friend, starting to ask a question, but cut himself off abruptly. Thad hadn't noticed himself leaning into N during their quest. He only realized just how close they were when N's cheek came into contact with his own, a thin stream of electricity sparking between their faces.

They stayed frozen like that for a while, neither entirely sure of what to do. A steady blush fizzled to life in the corners of both their visors to accompany their wide eyes. Their weird trance was finally broken by the sounds of snarling coming from the game.

"Shit, we're dying!" Thad shook N slightly, motioning to the wolves of the screen. Snapping back to reality, N strengthened his grip on the controller.

"Biscuits!" N readied his weapons, swiftly taking out the wolf pack. Turning back to Thad, his usually animated expression was nearly unreadable.

"You good?" Thad asked quietly, hesitantly raising a hand to rest on N's back. N grabbed his wrist, quickly moving Thad's hand to his face instead. He kept his own hand on the back of Thad's, relaxing slightly into the touch.

"Yeah, I... I think I'm good," N's voice was uncharacteristically quiet. Thad offered a small smile, using his free hand to brush some of the hair out of N's eyes.

"Well, that's good," Thad brought his hand briefly to the other side of N's face before grasping his jacket and yanking him forwards, causing them to both fall back on the bed. N yelped, dropping the controller.

"Really, dude?" He said, propping himself up on his elbows. Thad barked out a laugh in place of a real response, and N laughed too, loud and bright and wonderful. Thad sat back up, grabbing the discarded controller and accessing the world map. N followed suit, snaking his arms around Thad's torso and resting his chin on Thad's shoulder.

In all his life, Thad never thought that he would be grateful for a blizzard. Now, though, he wondered if he'd ever be this grateful for a blizzard again.

[nyrarachelle-plays]

Happy Monday, yall!! ✨How About a Movie & Some Nonexistent Ice Cream <3

A new Sci-Fi film, Roger’s been dying to see, has come out & it’s been a while since he and Krystle had any quality time outside of the house—alone. Being that it’s that weird stint of winter where you gotta make your own fun with your loved ones, this seemed like as good a plan as any! The film was coo, but the popcorn was better! Still, Krystle randomly got a craving for some ice cream (in the dead of winter? She just like me fr!), so the couple headed next door. This was before I found dine out fixes, so as dine out figured itself out, by tradition, they decided to play a game of truth or dare.

They both requested truth! Krystle went first, asking Roger if he actually wants kids, to which he casually replied, “yeah, I’d love to have children”…this time Krystle’s kinda happy to hear that. Roger asked if Krystle actually likes living at the apartment? She admitted to Roger that although she loves being back in the city, other than his presence, it doesn’t feel like her home, just yet.

Previously. (“SHUSHUBIE!”) | Next. (A Little Less...)

[vpalmersfootballgloves]

yellowjackets 204 thoughts

(no moose, just spoilers below)

not once did ANYONE thought it would be a bad idea for two of your most useful teammates to run around in the wilderness alone???

but we got precrash team canon divergent au, laura lee and lottienat so yknow what y'all were right to be unhinged

NAT CRYING WHEN THEY LOST THE MOOSE???? NAT STILL GETTING OUT OF THE TUB FOR LOT???? NAT AND LOT'S TRUCE???? NAT DEFENDING LISA???? NAT PUTTING A FUCKING FISH IN HER MOUTH FOR LISA????

nat has so, so much love in her. travis is seriously on thin fucking ice if he even raises his voice an octave about javi

oh yeah javi is back. this boy survived on his own for two months and my girlfailure jackie couldnt for two minutes?? my loser (affectionate) fr

WHY did shauna think it was okay to trauma dump on callie!!!!! but callie's seemingly okay and participating in shipman family tradition (being dexterous with a knife) so all's good i guess until pedo cop shows up god i hope shauna peels his skin off

jeff's doing his best to be a good dad. it's cute honestly. i like one man even though he cheated on jackie but fine bygones be bygones or whatever

LOTTIE is just TRYING. still stuck in her grief over laura lee, her trauma from the wilderness and life post-rescue, trying to save the girls and herself. they could never turn me against you, my poor baby girl

nobody is allowed to talk shit about taissa im so serious. she's so confused, scared and lost. all she wants is to be okay.

tai seeing through van's request to scope the area even though she didn't believe the mumbo jumbo??? anyone who calls her self centered and narcissistic has to line up outside my door because i will start firing.

tai loves van so much that she's willing to see van's side of things even though it makes no sense to her. and van loves tai so much that she's adamant on tai having faith in the church of lottie so that tai doesn't have to suffer.

misty and walter are like the overly paranoid version of sherlock and watson. they are made for each other. y'all feed off each other's unmedicated energy

also ben defeating the dying allegations??? man is just on ao3 in his imagination

mari is so fucked though. why tf is she still hearing dripping sounds. girl just tune it out, we still need you here in bitch island!!

FUCKING LAUREN AMBROSE. FUCKING MILF DUDE. RENT WAS DUE BECAUSE HOW DID SHE MASSIVELY SLAY THE 30 SECONDS SHE WAS IN

lastly, first we had to deal with the shit in the bucket NOW THE MISSING MEAT. mark my words, these are all connected.

[minevn]

them with a mc who is a figure skater

Minato: He thinks your amazing. He goes into a trance whenever he sees you skating. He tries to watch you whenever you go skating, one because he just loves it, and two just in case anything goes wrong and you get hurt he wants to be there for you. Takes his grandparents to every single one of your shows. He feels a twinge of jealousy whenever you have to do duo shows with someone. He'll try figure skating with you but he's AWFUL at it.

Haruto: Knew that you wanted to become a figure skater and of course he supported you! You two probably went skating all the time when you were children, so he's also pretty good at skating. Hates when you have to have a partner. Might do anything to make sure you only do single shows. He goes to EVERY SINGLE SHOW! Nothing in the world would make him miss it. Practices with you sometimes :)

Jun: Jun and Yani are constantly fighting for your number one fan spot, no matter what you do. Goes to all of your shows and makes sure to cheer the loudest. Brings you gifts ALL the time. Surprisingly doesn't mind when you have partner shows, just make sure that you give her more attention then the other person later. Loves designing outfits for your figure skating shows. Tries skating with you and is purposefully bad that way you have to help her and hold her hand and if she just so happens to fall on you it's not her fault. Let her cling to you some more please?

Hoshi: Secretly hopes that you'll fall every time, he just thinks it'd be funny. Still, he loves watching you skate. Might try skating with you! He falls a lot at first but he quickly learns. He enjoys skating next to a lot more then he thought he would. DESPISES whatever partner you get, he hates that they get to touch you, he should be the only one allowed to touch you. You'll have to make up for the touches by touching him WAAAAY more!

Habiki: Loves watching you skate, already thought you were mesmerizing before but something about seeing you in your zone just makes you so appealing! He loves it! Sometimes he'll play the violin as background music for you to skate to. He won't ever skate though, not in front of you anyways. He would be way too embarrassed if he fell in front of you so he has to get good before he even thinks about skating with you. Doesn't mind you having partner shows, he's yours and you're his and that's all that matters to him :)

Kage: Seeing your shows is one of the few things that motivate him to go outside during the day. He always roots for you but it's silent cause his voice just won't work. Buys you something other then ramen for after your performance. Tells you how much he loved your performance afterwards to make up for the fact he couldn't cheer super loudly. Makes sure you get plenty of rest when you get home. Don't ever ask him to ice skate with you because if he falls, it's over for him. He'll die of embarrassment and because all the bones in his body will break.

Kei: Took up skating because of you. He wants to be good in case you two ever skate together. And when you two become friends or partners he'll be glad he practiced because he will skate with you. Safe to say he adores watching you skate. He would never miss one of your shows. Makes sure to always buy you a gift to give you after your shows and always sends a text before it's your turn, wishing you good luck and how he'll be rooting for you. Also doesn't mind you having partner shows as long as they don't try anything with you :)

Yani: Fist fighting Jun for the spot as your number one fan fr fr. Always cheers for you the loudest. All your partners go disappearing though so everyone is scared of being your partner so you only do solo shows :) Which is great for Yani cause they REALLY hated anyone that got to be partners with you! Skates with you sometimes but is pretty bad at it, so they just watch you skate instead <3333 although they'll skate and fall more if it makes you laugh, they adore your laugh and will do literally anything to hear it.

[dragynkeep]

Bruh IQ actually did Blake so dirty lmao. Yang kind of got the short end too but at least she's just a solid background/supporting character, meanwhile Blake is over here looking at the rich spoiled white girl who wants to violently exterminate the race of those her family's oppressed and being forced to go "But she's sad... she's just like me fr"

It’s not a RWBY season if Yang doesn’t get the short end of the stick. 

In my honest opinion, I hate how IQ did the Faunus racism more than how RWBY did it. The show did a lot wrong, it really fumbled with Blake as a character and basically wrote Weiss’ racism off with no work to actually overcome it, but most of that with Weiss is done offscreen. We got to V2 and suddenly she’s perfectly fine with the Faunus around her, she never badmouths the White Fang especially because they’re Faunus, but because they’re attacking Beacon, and helps Blake with dealing with them in V2 without any of her racist comments.

But with IQ, I literally had to sit through and listen to the team woobifying Weiss themselves. Great, Yang called her a bigot in the three episode recap rather than placidly standing there, but she quickly changes her mind when they have to save her from the evil jellybean. They’re literally trapped in a world where Weiss exiled the Faunus, created a dictatorship, and put Blake, the girl who is meant to be her teammate and friend, in an outfit that shows that all she sees in Blake is her Faunus heritage.

And Blake never gets to be rightfully angry about this. The only time Blake calls Weiss out for anything is when she’s the Nightmare Blake. 

And when Nightmare!Blake is talking nothing but facts, facts that Weiss can’t counter outside of “Well, I never personally did that!”, then you have a problem. Because the show wants us to think that Blake is becoming her worst nightmare; she’s becoming like Adam. 

And in the end, we get Blake and Weiss apologising to each other, when Blake’s biggest mistake was being in a civil rights movement that turned to more aggressive methods because Remnant wasn’t listening to them. One is a minority who the show saw as fighting for her rights too harshly, and the other is a rich girl who’s family fortune is built on blood money and the backs of Faunus and resources stolen from another country.

Nevermind that she threatens the police on Sun, a Faunus from said country, if he doesn’t keep quiet about Blake’s connection to the White Fang. Nevermind that:

A. Sun had already been keeping it a secret without any issue. 

B. The first thing Weiss wanted to do when Blake disappeared was get the police involved. She saw no issue in getting a known discriminatory power involved in a matter involving a Faunus who was part of a group that is now seen as a terrorist group.

I hated Weiss’ writing regarding the racism in the show, but there were still aspects of Weiss that I liked enough that she was the one I still enjoyed watching until V7. But in Ice Queendom, I hate all of Weiss. 

[celestie0]

WOW ITALY THAT'S EXCITING! I’ve always wanted to visit Europe (or anywhere outside Asia) but I haven’t gotten the chance yet 😭💔 ESPECIALLY ITALY. I NEED TO EAT AT LEAST ONE PLATE OF PASTA IN ITALY BEFORE I DIE 👹

but oh my gosh it does suck to travel around when you aren’t feeling your best :((( I hope you’re feeling a lot better now, ellie! get lots of rest and drink plenty of water !! (not me lecturing the med student LMAO)

as for me, I’m doing good! I’ve been lazing around, enjoying my last few weeks of freedom before uni starts. I’ve also been self-studying pre-calc ! I took AP stats back in high school because the uni I was originally aiming for allowed students to take stats instead of calc so I never properly studied pre-calc and calc 😭 (I was homeschooled btw so my subjects were pretty flexible) but plans changed and I decided to enroll in a different uni that required to take both stats and calc for the course I’m taking soooo 💔😭

but on a happier note, I’m meeting up with a close friend I haven’t seen since her family moved to Australia about 10 years ago !! her flight is in a couple of weeks and I’m sooo soo excited wbdjssj!! we’re gonna gossip about lame irl boys and gush about hot fictional men for sure 🤫

that’s all from me for now! I hope you’re enjoying your vacation so far! 💖

- 🫶 anon

HIII darling omg i’m so sorry this took me a while to respond to things were a lil hectic over here 😭😭😭

HAHAH no fr the pasta here is magnificent and the pizza too. literally the most random spots on the side of the road have like the best pizza i’ve ever eaten in my life. it almost makes the travel nausea n dehydration n chronic exhaustion worth it 🤣🤣 (i am such a delicate person)

thanks my love!! gosh idk i’ve just been STRUGGLINGGG out here like my body really struggles when it’s been taken out of its ecosystem n i am feeling the effects 🥲😅 buuuuut we’re flying back home today n tomorrow so :”) im gonna be happy to be home, except i leave for roadtrip right after buuuut at least it’ll be in the states where there is iced coffee n central air conditioning. BUT I STILL LOVED ITALY SM I DONT WANT TO SOUND LIKE I WASNT SO HAPPY N GRATEFUL TO GET TO TRAVEL HERE 💗💗💗

yesss my love enjoy that freedom!! hope you’ve been indulging in hobbies that may have escaped you when busy <3 ik that’s what i used to do when i had breaks from school lol. ALSO SAME I TOOK AP STATS IN HS TOO EYYY also noooo omg that sucks but it’s ok bb!! soon enough it’ll be over n you never have to look at calculus ever again 😭 it’s so good that you’re pre studying for it tho i think that’ll really help you for sure!!

AW OMG FRIEND REUNION THATS SO SWEET i hope you two have the best time!! seeing ppl you havent seen in forever is soooo crazy but sm fun cuz it’s like wow sm has changed but sm has stayed the same too n it’s like wow. especially chidlhood friends!! have u guys kept in touch over the years or is this sort of out of the blue meet up after being apart for a while?

thaaaank youu darling i am typing this ask out while suffering from a mild tummy ache so tysm for the sweet words that have distracfed me temporarily from the pain 🤣 much love from me!!

- ellie 💕

[jodjuya]

Okay! On my new game of Chrono Trigger (still my first ever playthrough) and I've caught up to where I was previously up to.

Liveblog from here on...

I knew Marle would be the 'queen' they found. Here's hoping I'm not Mr I'm-My-Own-Grandpa...

I wonder if Marle is the actual queen that went missing (and time-travelled herself to her future for Reasons), or is just the missing queen's doppleganger (descendant???)

Ayy, nice. Free naps in the Knights' barracks. No more paying innkeepers for me.

"but since the cathedral was built, no monsters have been seen there [the western woods]" oh hey does it smell like foreshadowing in here or is that just me?

Kitchen Maid: "So, you and Her Majesty the Queen are... acquainted?"

Crono:

Head Chef doesn't know what Her Majesty's request for "eyes cream" means. Hmm. Does this confirm that Marle is doing an identity theft, or confirm that the Queen time-travelled to get herself acquainted with ice-cream? 🤔🤔🤔

Getting big 'schemer' vibes from this chancellor...

Hmm, seems Marle is a mere doppleganger and not the actual queen?

Yep, not the Queen.

Ah geez my girlfriend exploded. And I'd just found her again too...

Time to bounce before someone accuses me of assassinating the 'Queen'

...four generations in 400 years?? Man, the queens in this country simply do not fuck

Guess we'll head to the cathedral to look for clues?? 🤔

I fucking knew these nuns were evil!!

I knew the Chancellor was a schemer! His identity had been stolen by Yakra! The King is in danger!!!

I stole some bromide? But it's not in my inventory? And also what is bromide? Must be valuable if I had to kill three guys to stop them from stopping me from stealing it... 🤔

These folks seem way too happy to be monster-captives. Probably just more dopplegangers I bet...

Bam! Called it!

Can't see how to get past spike floor...

Oh! Skull on wall is button!

Time to backtrack to those other spikes I saw earlier then...

So somewhere there's a shrine to the demon, which has some hidden treasure...

Man, Yakra is ugly. Time to fuck this guy up!

Whew, close fight. Fucked him up good tho.

Bah, no treasure to loot, only the Real Chancellor.

Hooray, Marle spontaneously de-exploded!

Man, this current-day Chancellor is a prick too. What an asshole.

Hah, the madlad actually followed through on creating "eyes cream" for the Queen. Good thing we're not sticking around to try it! 😝

Nyeh! See! I rescued that little girl's kitty! Good-guy behaviour!

Oops, shouldn't have eaten that guy's lunch.

Damn, 4-3. Crono is getting executed. This sucks. Any Chancellor I see in future I'm just going to cut down on sight. Fuck Chancellors. All my homies hate Chancellors!

Probably *shouldn't* be killing royal guards during my escape attempt, but they're not allowing me to run from the fight :/

Rescued a guy from the guillotine, climbed around on the outside of the prison towers and found a silver sword. This breakout is going great!

Invulnerable Dragon Tank unless some maniac runs at its head to hit it with a sword. Heh, my ears are burning...

(But fr, what kind of two-bit operation doesn't take away people's swords when it throws them into prison??)

Urgh. Died twice in a row to this stupid Dragon Tank. My first deaths in the game. I'm gunna kill that fucking Chancellor once I get past his stupid Death Machine. 😡

Made much more difficult by not being able to use items in battle for some reason.

Got it on the third try thankfully.

More time-travel will surely solve my problems!

Oh boy, The Future really isn't doing so hot, hey? I guess these guys couldn't stop the millennium bug in time or something 😬

Marle, how do you know what refrigeration is??? The height of technology to you is a crossbow...

Lucca, why are you looking up temporal distortions on the super-computer instead of disabling its security systems so the people here aren't in more danger??

(...uh, and steampunk robots and teleportation booths and magic spells and a guy who got turned into A Frog)

Oh, wait, Marle knows what ice-cream is. I guess she does know what a fridge is after all...

Huh, a volcano monster blew up the world? Not what I was expecting...

I don't know what a jetbike is but it sounds like it's going to be fun

Exploring the sewers instead of looking for a jetbike...

Nothing on the other side but a death mountain that's too windy to climb, and a Mysterious Old Man who says "don't climb that death mountain that's too windy to climb". At least I found a cool sword on my way over. That centaurpede in the sewer really fucked Crono up tho. Body-slammed him down to 1hp twice. 😬

Ah, so that's a jetbike. And I've gotta death-race it against a robot motorcycle whose name is literally "Bro"? Geez, no pressure...

[walkiingcandle]

Hello there! Can u do an Otis, bubba, Thomas, baby, Vincent, and Bo headcannon on how they'd react to a Halloween obsessed partner? Like, decorating first day of September, making a bunch of sweets, refusing to wear summer clothes while it's still baking outside, (basically me rn). (Also I don't remember if u said any1 from the chucky franchise in ppl u write but if u can add tiffany thay would be cool)

YESYEYSYEYS OMG THANK Y9U

I am currently decorating my bedroom for Halloween LMFOAHR but I'm the same way😭

ANYWAYS,,,, here's your Headcannons :)! I hope you enjoy <3!

Slashers X Halloween Obssesed! Reader

🎃(Otis Driftwood, Baby Firefly, Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, Tiffany Valentine!)🕯

Otis Driftwood 🍂

Otis and you have a mutual love for the spooky season!

He frequently finds you in the kitchen, Halloween themed utensils and apron making some sort of spooky theme treat !

he enjoys the Frankenstein rice Krispy treats :)

He won't help you make the halloween decor but he will help put them up!!

He makes you spooky theme art!

The first time he seen you wearing fall clothes in the Texas heat, he ignored it, it is your choice after all

that's until you have a heatstroke

he cares a little more, fearing for that to happen again.

you and him will makes costumes together :)

10/10

Baby Firefly 🍁

Another one who would be a amazing Halloween partner :)

Unlike Otis she would help you make decorations and sweet treats!

she enjoys replicas of the Pillsbury Halloween cookies !!

you two would make spooky decor out of old toys and hang then around the house!! both inside and out :)

now for the outfits,,

she would be concerned but wouldn't wanna make you feel bad so she would hold off, maybe keeping water and something to cool down with on hand:) (like a wet wash cloth!)

defo more concerned than otis

the moment you have a hear stroke? she will try and convince you to wear something lighter :)<3

11/10 love her fr

Bubba Sawyer 🎃

sweet boy

I feel the Sawyers didn't go above and beyond for holidays, kinda the bare minimum

so when you came along?

and you loved Halloween?

bubba may not understand at first but he supports it! till it gets really spooky :(

he will help you make decor out of bones and anything else! :)

he will also help you place them somewhere where you may not be able to reach yourself!!!

he l o v e s helping you bake treats

his favorite is blood brain pie (food dyed red apple pie:))

he gets very very concerned with how you dress in the heat!

will try to pursue you into something cooler so you do not pass out during chores or through the day!

10/10 love him sm

Thomas Hewitt 🔪

Another supportive slasher!!

he would l o v e coming back and seeing you Making something on the kitchen or crafting a new decoration!

The family may not let you go all out in the rest of the house tho :( a few nick nacks are okay!

Thomas would love if you went all out in your shared bedroom :)

he is happy if you're happy

loves sewing you little pumpkins or ghosts

loves making you things in general

in his free time he helps you bake

his favorite would probably be zombies breath (blue drink w dry ice in it) <3

he loves watching old Halloween films with you

would be extremely concerned with your attire in the texas heat

water and cool rag on hand 24/!

12/10 I love love love love love him<3333

Vincent Sinclair 🕯

He isn't a huge Halloween fan, he enjoys the more calms holidays ! (valentines, Easter, ect.)

but he loves that you enjoy it so much :)

definitely helps you with decorations as much as he can, not knowing how many they had lying around

I doubt the sinclairs had decorated much anyway :(

he'd make you spooky themed wax figures, paintings, drawings, ect!

he loves when you bring him down your newest batch of spooky treats!

his favorite is probs cookies as well :) keeping it simple!

Ambrose I believe chills off around fall so your attire don't really concern him!

he wears the same thing like sigh

if it doesn't

he may get worried

even though he wears that sweater 24/7 around hot ass wax🙄

9/10 -1 bc he has no room to talk abt attire during hot weather (love him tho mwah<3)

Bo Sinclair 🕸

he doesn't really like Halloween as much as you do

it's kinda like "okay? cool?" kinda mood with it

would not help you make decor or sweets

would eat the sweets tho and hang the decor (if you asked nicely)

his favorite sweet is probably booberry pie !!

he enjoys when you make him something and bring it down to the station

he will watch any spooky film they have on vcr with you! nice beer, you cuddled up to him, a film playing? sounds nice to bo

he won't really care about your attire he wear long sleeves all the time so it don't matter to him

7/10 for not making treats and decor:(

Tiffany Valentine 🕷

she loves Halloween and you can't tell me different.

will make sweets and help decorate the trailer with you :) even tho the place is basically decorated for Halloween all year round!

she loves seeing you make some sort of new spooky dish or beverage

her favorite is probs witches brew (drink)

she would take you Halloween costume shopping and watch movies with you !

she dont really care about the fall clothes !

it seems to get fall weather where she is based so she thinks it is a good thing!

11/10 love Tiffany sm omg mwah <3

I'm sorry if these weren't what you wanted :( I tried my best but I hope you enjoyed and thank you for sending this in 💗 have a good spooky season!!!🪰