#buddy it sounds like that egg is cracking

[viktuurionice]

I think Amazon thinks I'm a transman now because it's reccomnding trans tape and binders.

Buddy, while I appreciate that I am not dealing with gender stuff until I move. Thank you. Come back in 5-6 months. Not doing this right now. Fuck off. No. Not an option right now, I am peacing out. ✌️

[phemiec]

A Mouthwashing (and How Fish is Made) fansong, unfortunately from Jimmy’s POV mostly, sorry. 🐴 Music and lyrics by me, PhemieC

NOTE: this is my first fansong in five years, and sad to say but my voice has been decimated by illness in the last few years, so please don’t go into this expecting it to sound the same as my old stuff.

That being said, I have released an instrumental version, and I would LOVE to hear covers from other vocalists! Feel free to post and sell if you make a cover as well. <3

LYRICS UNDER CUT

[verse 1] Momma bird sleeping and her nest is empty Pretty and clean I feel the crease of envy Cutting a line right through the sky above me Healthy and green just like a good tree should be Momma bird leaving now her eggs are lonely Out from the underbrush I creep so slowly I’ll lay my own, her home is sound and safe, he’s Grey like a stone among her round blue babies She’ll never tell if she’s a few shells lighter Quick cracking clever comes my little fighter  Babes that feel safer they hatch so much slower Thrown down below then by my own fast grower Momma returns to feed her only child he Smells like a stranger and he cries so loudly Drinks of his fill while I look up on proudly Picking away at the discarded bounty 

[chorus] What hides inside has the skill to thrive Do you have the will to decide to survive? A parasite needs you alive To feed their growing appetite 

[verse 2] Thing crawling thirsty, shared flesh, a blessing Drink of my stagnancy, the taste refreshing Carry a part of me and keep on climbing  Top of the ladder’s just a place for dying Dread in your gullet, ignore it, buddy Lead in the bullet, it’s harmless, mostly Let me consume you, let you defend me Curling protector, my friendly fresh meat Im in control now and I like the feeling I’ll play the role of every wound you’re healing Follow the leader was always my thing Swallow your pills and lay still, unwrithing Master of puppets is my one objective Real apex predators can be selective Relay your message, it won’t stop the spread if I replace your tongue when I open your head up

[chorus] What hides inside has the skill to thrive Do you have the will to decide to survive? A parasite keeps you alive To feed their growing appetite 

[verse 3] My stress relief, she keeps asking questions I can’t believe she thinks I’ll learn her lesson Nothing outside of me will ever get in No mocking birdie with an unblinking grin Four beating hooves, I hate to hear them thunder Trample the metal tomb I’m buried under braying beast, neighing in the womb inside her Breaking its legs to glue you back together

[chorus] What hides inside has the skill to thrive Do you have the will to decide to survive? A parasite needs you alive To feed their growing appetite…

[thechekhov]

Dungeon Meshi Quick Reacts: CH45

Slumber party!

Fair, but consider: She deserves a little murder. As a treat.

Kabru be like "IS THAT MY BACKSTORY???"

That sure is....a ship. With no one on it.

Ah, shit the Americans are here.

Two things: Toshiro being tended to like a pretty pretty princess is hilarious.

And also, the fact that they think the elves can kill Falin......... hmmm.... Pressing X to doubt.

............... oh. Laios. 😂

But also like. How was he MEANT to keep it silent? Put a little something in it? I thought since it was a magic bell you could code it to only ring when it's shaken with INTENT?

Fancy ass house.

Also, Namari...........are you hitting that yet? Both of that?

Oh, it's backstory time.

Okay one: that's fucking tragic, it sounds like the Elves are just forcing the dungeons closed with no regard for how the ecosystem compensates and what people suffer by being in close proximity......

And another thing: Kabru. Kabru, isn't that what YOU'RE after? Having all the power?

Why is this so much like that one meme where the girls at the party are looking at you.

It's the same picture.

Kabru that's. That's maybe not the way to go about it. you're going to give them MORE reasons to go in.

Nevermind the governor not being into this 'good boy, now sign' talk, Toshiro's kinda right. Ya fucked up Kabru.

No matter how far Laios runs, he cannot escape other people trying to tell him how to live his life. Poor guy. But at the same time...

Is this real? Or a red herring?

Laios' father and mother seemed to be living relatively pious lives. They clearly had a good house, but it didn't seem like they were extremely rich. Then again, perhaps he's just a cousin of royalty? Is that why his parents wanted him to have children?

They want to.... halt the growth of the dungeon? Is this another part of the natural ecosystem of things? Dungeons growing seems to point even more towards the idea that it's a gigantic, fleshpit-like creature instead of simply a construct.

Then again, constructs CAN be creatures. Like the golems.

Elves not understanding how old humans are continues to be hilarious because like.

As humans, we HAVE this same concept of variant aging. Like. Dogs. We understand that dogs live less than us, and mature a lot slower. But this is.... COMMON KNOWLEDGE. Most people do not make it into adulthood without understanding that dogs mature within 1-2 years of their birth.

The fact that elves, a species with FAR more time on their hands, who have lived alongside other races for AGES....... have STILL not got the general concept of aging down....means their education is atrocious. Or they're all not paying attention.

.......this. THIS is the most fascinating concept in this chapter.

The fallen.... turned into MONSTERS.

We know that dying inside the dungeon doesn't mean permanent death. But dying above-ground does.

We know that dying in the dungeon doesn't mean your body turns into a monster (aside from ghosts and ghouls?) ..... but dying aboveground.... DOES......?

WHAT'S THE TRUTH.

👁👁

Hm.

If Kabru and Laios fused, they could almost make one functioning human being.

Senshi just beginning to speak in the middle of his own internal monologue is so real.

...... what's going on there with the expression, buddy?

Bread.......are they STILL carrying around flour with them?! How are they getting bread?!

Also, it's awesome that the eggs are canonically hard to crack, because it makes sense that they don't break during their many fighting events.

Izutsumi really said ◉_◉

Don't tell me Laios, who is sensitive to ghosts has ALSO been seeing things?

Not gonna lie, that's highkey terrifying.

Props to that ghost that's been following Laios around, not ever giving up hope that it can bother him into acknowledging it.

And also - hey, it already saved them once! that means it's probably not evil!

That, or it's the king of the bloody dungeon. Wouldn't that be something!

[iced-coffee-jesus]

Buddie prompt: Buck helps chaperone one of Christopher’s dates (like instead of Marisol in 7x01). Realizations are had - maybe they get blindsided because the kid assumes Buck is the cool stepdad or something?

I'm so sorry that this took a week @linus-lucy ! And what a week it's been too! This fic got a little away from at the end and definitely leans a little on the crack side, but I hope you enjoy it!

“And here is your popcorn, good sir.” Buck bowed, placing the popcorn on the coffee table in front of Christopher and Penny. “We have an excellent selection of grape or orange soda, what would the lady prefer?”

Penny laughed, while Chris looked at him with eyes that were just begging him to leave them alone already. “Grape, please Mr. Diaz.”

“He’s Mr. Diaz, you may call me Buck. Grape soda, coming right up.” He said with an air of formality, turning back to the kitchen to grab the soda before joining Eddie on the other couch. Chris hit play on the movie, an Assassin’s Creed film whose plot Buck was unable to follow. Eddie elbowed him fifteen minutes into the movie, nodding his head towards where Penny’s hand laid on Chris’s arm. Buck rolled his eyes, wrapping an arm around Eddie in an attempt to bring his attention back to whatever was happening on screen.

“Calm down.” Buck murmured, leaning in a little closer so he wouldn’t get hushed by the teens on the other couch.

“We should have let them watch it by themselves, this is too awkward.” Eddie hissed back, catching side-eye from Christopher at the sound.

“This is too awkward? How did you handle giving him The Talk?”

“Dad.” Chris sighed, his full attention on them now. “Don’t you and Buck still have that paperwork to fill out?”

“Paperwork?” Penny asked, pausing the movie. Buck suppressed an eye roll, already knowing it was a losing cause to fight either Diaz on this.

“Yes! We do actually, firefighter paperwork, gotta get it finished by tomorrow. Come on, Buck.” He choked on a laugh as Eddie practically dragged him off the couch and into the kitchen. “Don’t wait for us, go ahead and finish the movie!”

“Smooth, Eddie, smooth. Almost as smooth as Chris’s ‘paperwork’ excuse.”

“I don’t care, there’s no way we were sitting through another hour and forty-five minutes of that.” Eddie derided, going to a cupboard and sifting through it before pulling out vanilla, baking powder, and salt.

“What happened to chaperoning?” he laughed, seeing where this was going and pulling out the chocolate chips and eggs from the fridge.

“We’re twenty feet away, you’re gonna poke your head in there every fifteen minutes and ensure nothing inappropriate is going on.”

“Me? Why not you?”

Eddie shrugged, digging out a mixing bowl from a different cupboard. “I don’t know, I chose at random and you were randomly assigned.”

Buck grinned, hip-checking him out of the way to start measuring ingredients for chocolate chip cookies. “Coward.”

Eddie merely hummed in response.

True to his word, Eddie kept aggressively nodding at the entryway to the living room every fifteen minutes or so, silently begging Buck to check on the situation, which he did dutifully.

The cookies had been out of the oven for a few minutes now, and Buck was torn on whether or not to interrupt the teens for some warm cookies or not.

He shouldn’t have worried, the credits were rolling and Chris and Penny were still sitting on the couch, a respectable distance from one another.

“Hey, Penny, your mom said she is gonna be here in about ten minutes. Do you guys want to eat some cookies we made while they’re still warm?”

“Dad let you use the stand mixer after everything that happened last saturday?” Chris quipped, following behind him into the kitchen.

“I did not.” Eddie smirked, glancing up at the ceiling before handing over the plate of cookies to Penny’s waiting hands. “Our ceiling will never recover from the muffin batter as it is.”

“See if I ever make muffins ever again. Do you see what I put up with, Penny?” Buck shook his head in mock pity as he stole a cookie from the plate. “The disrespect.”

“Buck, why would you pull up the mixer while it was still on?” Chris giggled.

“I wish my step-dad baked, my mom isn’t the best in the kitchen.”

“Neither is dad. I mean, he’s better than he used to be, but I’m still thankful that Buck cooks dinner most nights... No offense dad.”

“None taken.” Eddie mused quietly, eyeing Buck over the tops of their heads. Buck just shrugged, unsure what the look was for. 

“Well, you’re lucky you have two parents that can cook. We eat a lot of takeout at my house.” Just then, there was a knock on the door.

“Must be my mom. Thank you for having me Mr. and Mr. Diaz.”

Oh. That was when it clicked for Buck. Penny thought- 

“It was our pleasure. Chris, would you like to walk her out?”

Chris nodded, charging for the door before Eddie could take it back. Penny smiled and waved as she followed behind him.

“Now, see? That wasn’t so bad.”

Buck’s head snapped to Eddie, casually wiping down the counters. “Really? Mr. Let's-make-cookies-and-avoid-the-teens-at-all-cost?”

Eddie grinned impishly at him from across the counter. “I don’t know, doesn’t that also make you Mr. Let’s-make-cookies-and-”

“Stop, I heard it the first time. Did… did Chris tell her we were married? What was the deal with that?”

“No, c’mon, Chris wouldn’t do that. I think that was just the natural conclusion to come to.”

Buck’s face warmed at the comment. “Really? Mr. and Mr Diaz is just a foregone conclusion here?” He teased.

Eddie walked around the counter and stopped a few feet short of Buck. “Yeah. I think so, don’t you?”

Buck felt like all the air just got sucked from the room. “Eddie…”

A faint blush was rising on Eddie’s cheeks, but he barreled on. “I mean, let’s be honest here Buck, it’ll be a lot easier for you to change your name than for both me and Chris to switch to Buckley. We could always do Buckley-Diaz, but I kind of figured you wouldn’t mind dropping your parents-”

Buck didn’t let him finish, surging forward to claim Eddie’s mouth in a kiss, curling a hand around his waist to pull him flush against him. “You’re insane, you know that?” He breathed, pulling away just enough to rest their heads together.

“Hmmhmm.” Eddie quipped, a bright grin breaking out on his face.

“Hadn’t even kissed yet, and you’re already picking out china and monogrammed towels.”

“I don’t think we’re monogrammed towel people, Buck.” Eddie sighed, leaning in happily to steal another kiss or two.

“What type of people are we, Eddie?”

“Hopefully the type to get engaged before they’ve had a real first date?” 

Buck laughed as Eddie kissed him again, too filled with love to care about the insanity of it all.

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it!

[memeapple2]

Ordinary sausage starters

"The best way to start is with a dirty pan."

-calmly takes a peice of cake- "I'm actually saving this peice for later." "YEAAAAAA!" -fuckin aggressively puts both hands into cake, without any fear of god-

"Hey everybody it's Mr. Potato sausage!"

"Shouldn't it be Mr. Sausage head?"

"Mr. potato sausage. 🎵 BADADADA TEQUILA!!!🎵"

"Oh you British bastards."

"This is your sausage. You can do what you want with it, but sometimes you don't need to dress them up. All you just gotta do is suck them up!" -Horrible vienna sausage sucking sounds-

"It doesn't smell yet! It doesn't smell yet."

"They love me. They just don't wanna say it on camera."

"It doesn't smell expired. But it does taste expired however!"

"Now the first thing you need for sangria is fruit that's about to go bad! Everybody loves sangria. Especially if you're a woman in her forties!"

"I was up all night thinking about this. Can you shoot mashed potatoes out of a super soaker!?"

"Listen buddy I'm not looking for any trouble." -Shoots at you with a horrible super soaker filled with fucking mashed potatoes-

"HERE WE GO! NOW WE GOT A MEAT SPIN!!"

"It might not all be bad news. Ah, it's all bad news."

"Sausage skull! Sausage skull! Sausage skull!"

"IT TASTES LIKE A NORMAL HARD BOILED EGG!"

"I better think of something good or else I'm back to boiling things in pickel juice."

"HERE IT IS! IT LOOKS STUPID!"

"It's not bad. But it also tastes like a rolled up tortilla."

"But what does the hot diet coke pasta water taste like? That's what I think everyone wants to know."

"Ahhh, the finer things! It may look like you have blood in your urine, but it tastes like hot chocolate!"

"There was probably a better way to do this besides hitting it with a wrench."

"OH MY GOOOOOOOD!!!"

"Are you naked under that sausage costume? Yes!"

"Of course I'm not a scientist. I'm a sausagetist."

"🎵 Feeeed me hash browns! Feeeed me all night loooooong.~🎵"

"I DID CHANGE THE BOX AND WE'RE ALL BETTER FOR IT! ARE YA HAPPY!?"

" 'Waaaaa they cracked the noodles so they're more easy and convenient to cook with. Waaaaaa!' That what YOU SOUND LIKE!"

"Ya know if you like black licorice there's something wrong with you!"

" 'It's the wrong kinda baked beans innit!?' AS IF THAT WAS THE THING THAT WAS HOLDING BACK!!"

"But you forgot the salt and pepper. No I didn't! This sausage is authentically bland! It's called a crisp innit!?"

"One cup of rice, two cups of water with half of it going on the side, AND A HALF A BAG OF SKITTLES!"

"This rice tastes like skittles."

"I'm no longer on board with this spaghetti."

"That looks like it won't kill me."

"Safe to eat raw? Me too, cookie dough!"

"And I told her, ONE MORE PEEP OUTTA YOU AND YOU'RE GOING BACK IN THE HOME!"

"Who do you think is right? Me the guy who's been making sausages for years. Or my mom, the person who calls tiktok clockclock!"

"That's the sausage water.."

"That's what I call an issue I'll have to deal with later!"

"Checking in on the stain. Looks like it's soaking in the table cloth pretty good!"

🎵"A total egg-llipse of the heaaart.~"🎵

"THE WHOLE THINGS UPSETTING I'M GONNA LIE DOW!!!"

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

EX FUCKING CUSE ME?!!

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YEAH I AM PUMPED!

153 for ➰:

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It’s the perfect way to spend a morning. 

His arms are pleasantly sore from a new sort of motion by the time they make it back to shore. He thinks he likes kayaking. 

He and Eddie help Brittany load the kayaks from the beach onto a rack. 

“Thank you!” She exclaims as they’re halting them. “Most visitors don’t stick around to help.”

“Ah, we don’t mind,” Buck says. 

“They’re firefighters,” Chris says. “They lift heavy stuff all the time.”

“It’s true,” Eddie says, sliding a kayak onto the rack. 

They’re at the top of a sandy slope, in front of a little shed that belongs to the tour company. It has a gorgeous view of the waterfront. Standing right in front of the kayak rack on that slope, Buck turns to admire the view for another minute.

“You really get to do this every day, huh?” He asks Brittany. 

“I do!” She grins. “I had a co-op here during my undergrad and decided to come back full time.”

“Super cool,” Buck says. “I wish I’d done something cool like this when I was working odd jobs in my twenties.”

Brittany opens her mouth to respond but is cut off by a strange metallic creaking sound, followed by a loud crack. Buck hardly has time to react before something hard and fast hits him in the back of the skull. It’s so hard he sees white, vision momentarily glitches. He trips forward, onto his hands and knees in the rocky sand.

“Oh my god!” He hears Brittany shout through his ringing ears. There’s the sound of something slapping against a hard surface. 

“Buck, are you okay?” Chris calls. 

He feels Eddie’s arms loop around him, pulling him sideways. 

“Out of the way, come on,” Eddie says. 

Buck’s vision clears as Eddie moves him from the direct path of what he can now see is a collapsed kayak rack. One leg broke, sending the top kayak careening out, smack into Buck’s head. Brittany is currently scrambling to steady it. 

Eddie helps Buck to his feet, one arm looped around his waist for support. 

“Are you okay?” He asks. He’s using his steadiest paramedic voice, inspecting Buck’s eyes for signs of concussion.

Buck presses a hand to the tender back of his head. It’s not bleeding. There will be a hell of a goose egg, he bets. 

“I think so?” Buck offers weakly. His head is throbbing and he feels very dizzy. 

“Let’s sit down,” Eddie suggests.

Buck nods. He allows himself to be guided to where Chris is standing and is helped gently into a sitting position. 

“Stay tight,” Eddie says. He jogs back over to help Brittany secure the kayak rack. 

“Does your head hurt?” Chris asks.

“Yep,” Buck winces.

“Do you need to go to the hospital?” 

“I don’t know, buddy. I can’t really think right now.”

“Oh,” Chris says in a tiny voice.

Buck squeezes his eyes shut and breathes through the pain. 

A few moments later, Eddie and Brittany return. 

“Should we call an ambulance?” Brittany asks.

“No,” Eddie says. “I don’t think so. I can drive him to the ER if it comes to that. Do you have ice?”

“Yes, in the main building. I can go grab it. My god, I am so sorry this happened.”

“Not your fault,” Buck manages to grit out. 

“I’ll be right back!” She promises. “With ice!”

Brittany runs off and Eddie crouches in front of Buck. 

“How are you holding up?” He asks. 

“Fricking kills,” Buck replies honestly. “I never thought kayak related deaths would happen on dry land.”

“That’s not funny,” Eddie grumbles. 

“It’s a little funny,” Buck says. “And you have to say so because I’m hurt.”

“Do you want to go to the ER?” Eddie asks. 

“Nah,” Buck waves the thought off. “It’s 2024. We’re in Morro Bay. Biden is president. We’re all good.”

“Buck, it’s 2031,” Chris says. 

“Chris, that’s not funny!” Eddie scolds. 

Buck barks with laughter. “Sort of is, though.”

Eddie sighs. “You’re both terrible.”

“You love us,” Buck says. 

Eddie’s lips quirk. “I sure do.”

➰

After icing his head for twenty minutes, Buck feels considerably better.

“We can go back to the hotel and take it easy,” Eddie suggests as they pack into the Jeep. Eddie drives this time. 

“No,” Buck shakes his head. “It’s our last day here. We wanted to go swimming.”

“There’s a pool at the hotel,” Eddie reminds him. “We can swim there.”

“I want to go to the beach,” Buck doubles down. “I’ll be okay. If I feel off, I’ll tell you.”

“Okay,” Eddie says. He takes less convincing than Buck might have expected. “But I’m not letting you swim alone.”

“Darn,” Buck groans with mock annoyance. “You’ll just have to hold onto me.”

Eddie smirks. 

“Gross,” Chris complains. 

➰

They swim and enjoy the beach and Buck doesn’t drown terribly from whatever concussion Eddie worries he might have. He takes a Tylenol, goes easy on himself, and basks in the beauty of the remainder of their afternoon. 

Buck will admit, towards the end, he’s getting a little sleepy. Despite the later-than-usual wake-up call. Maybe it’s a symptom of the energy expended kayaking. Maybe it’s all the sun. He lays on his chest on a beach towel and closes his eyes, listening to the sound of the waves. Chris buries his feet in wet sand. 

Eddie squeezes a dollop of sunscreen onto his back without warning and begins rubbing it into his skin. Buck’s spine shivers at the cold goop. 

“Hey!” He complains. 

“You’re the whitest person I know. You’re going to burn.” Eddie replies.

“The sun is getting lower!” Buck protests. 

“Mmm, you’ll thank me when the shower doesn’t hurt tonight,” Eddie says. 

Buck complains, but he feels very loved. Very cared for. Eddie is always thinking about him. In a way no other partner really has before. It makes sense. They knew each other forwards and backwards, even before they ever admitted to loving one another. 

“I love you,” Buck murmurs into the curve of his own elbow, where he’s resting his head. 

Eddie rubs a sunscreen-slicked finger in gentle little circles over Buck’s shoulder blade. 

“I love you, too.” Eddie whispers. “You getting tired?”

“Just a little.” Buck admits. 

“We can go back?” Eddie offers. “Grab dinner?” 

[abarbaricyalp]

SPOILERS (and reactions) FOR 142

1) I'm glad to see the alliterative naming convention for episodes seems to still be going strong. That out of the way:

AHHHHHHH NIK WHAT IS HAPPENING???

(Well now we know why there aren't as many asides 😬)

Russell!!!! The new grounds keeper 🥹🥹🥹🥹 (assumedly because Walt saved him once and he can save others too? I will explode)

Venus!!!!! (The audio processing disorder stays winning. One more way Venus and Venom are the same to me. I gotta go put on subtitles)

RIOT WAS DEAD AND GONE?!?!?!

(I know this could be assumptions on Valerie's part etc etc but those words!!!! Noooooo)

THE OLD SCOUT POST???????

14 years! An answer now! (Did I say 10-15 years or what)

That is so long!!! I have so many theories (I'm still sitting chiefly among Proximity To The Heart Time Distortion but now I'm worried)

Not-daughter?!?! After all of the angst from season 3???? You reject her now?

It's so wild that Valerie is incapable of doing the painful parts of parenthood. When Clem was fawning and new, she was Val's favorite and Riot was the trouble maker she couldn't connect with. Now that Riot is not actually around and Clem has her own personality and traumas, Val is pushing her away/ not fighting to stay connected.

Ahhh not a known character. Abraham Walker. (We haven't met them yet right?)

Buck would've cracked this before lunch?? !!!!! 🥹🥹🥹🥹 I'm so proud

And he's gone but not dead 🤞🤞🤞 I wonder why he left though

Does the concept of copy cat killers not exist in the future? I know it CAN be a ghost/ revenant/ other Black Rain magic but it doesn't HAVE TO BE.

Arnold 😬😬😬😬 buddy I'm so sorry. 14 years?!?! But he seems so much more confident and grown now!

Now why is it so painful to imagine Scout Post badges being removed (by someone else, not just to reuse the jacket)

BIG MIKEY!!!!

Rebirth: was the heart not just a heart? It was an egg of sorts too? A cocoon?

Someone with access to the bonus stories, tell me if the story structure is different too. The titles all being "File # Name" make me think it's definitely related to whoever is holding Nik. They're watching Scout City/ the characters as well.

Marlomar has always kind of irritated me but I'm especially suspicious now. Why does it sound like he's blaming Nik for something?

Also very interested to see how the end pieces with Marlomar fit in with the beginning pieces where Nik is clearly being held/ hunted. Are the Marlomar pieces from the s3 narrative? Is Nik's consciousness being teased with? I'm still saying, this 14 year gap is too long for Nik to react to Marlomar from the end of s3.

Crack theory for the season: the froglins are copy catting the Instrumentalist to take control of the Hallowoods

[amalia-uwu]

☁️Clouds☁️

A oneshot based on Skerbbie's @skerbbie First & Seconds!

Thank you for giving us this fic! You have no idea how happy your writing makes me!!! Here is a small gift for you!! 💕 😘

Warnings: light angst, hurt comfort

I DON'T OWN!: Undertale, Horrortale, Farmtale, the fanfiction : Firsts & Seconds written by Skerbbie! @skerbbie

The rights go to the respective owners!

Cover : Photo by James Wheeler from Pexels

Undertale by Toby Fox

Horrortale by Sour Apple Studios

Farmtale -> Farmer/Oira Sans belongs to 귀농테일 on twitter

First & Seconds written by Skerbbie @skerbbie

More notes!

Horror Sans nickname is Axe Pronouns He/Him, They/them Farmer sans nickname is Sticks. I call him that or just Sans! Pronouns He/him

-> Axe can speak but remains silent most of the times. For the needs of this story!

Excuse my errors, English isn't my first language! 💕

Enjoy! 💕 💕 💕

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Photo below by Simon Berger from Pexels:

The sun slowly rose  from behind the mountain. Slowly illuminating the sky and their humble home with it's orangish rays.

Sans pulled the curtains. He sat down on his chair watching the sunrise while sipping his coffee.

He always loved the sunrise, sunset, stars, flowers. Yeah... Well he loves nature in general.

He sat there for a while enjoying the soft sound of wind and the chirping of the morning birds.

It was a beautiful day outside. An idea crossed his mind. Their guest could move around quite easily.

He decided that it will be a good time to go outside. It will do him good to change a scenery. He smiled at himself.

He got up and took a basket and a checkered tablecloth  (red and white in colors).

He hummed as he added fruits, sandwiches, water, juice, coffee, cake, biscuits and some more goodies. He prepared it nicely and put it in the side.

Papyrus was in town. He will come back in two days. Mkst chores were done so he could enjoy today with something different.

Soon he heard the floor creaking softly. He turned his head and looked at his guest.

"Hey buddy slept well?" he asked grinning softly.

They  rubbed their eyes but managed to smile and nod sleepily.

"Have a sit, I'll cook something" Sticks offered

He obeyed, sat down and waited patiently.

Sticks, as he was cracking the eggs and cooking the bacon said "You know? I was thinking maybe we could go outside, it's a beautiful day outside. It will do some good to you, change of scenery... What do you think bud?" he looked over his shoulder.

Axe smiled softly and nodded. Sticks smile widen.

They sat down and ate some breakfast.

After that they changed their clothes.

Axe put on a white shirt his blue jacket and black basket shorts.

Sticks put on a black flannel with green overalls and black shoes. He added his straw hat. In his left hand he held the basket.

He started chewing softly a wheat.

"Ready bud?" he asked. Axe nodded.

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They walked about 10 minutes, where there was a small hill with a  cherry tree and ahead a beautiful valley with trees river, lake and flowers.

What a beauty!

They sat under the tree enjoying the sounds of nature.

Axe was mesmerized by the beauty.  "You like it?" Sticks asked. Axe nodded his eye shining brighter than the sun.

Sticks could promise that he saw some tears building in the corners of Axe's eyes. He said nothing. He unfolded the tablecloth.

They looked at the clouds that were carried away softly by the wind. Axe looked at the clouds but mostly at Sans's hands and him (Sticks/Sans).

Sticks had on hand/ arm behind his neck. Resting his head.

"Hey look buddy this one looks like a dog" he spoke cheerfully,

"this one looks like a cat". Axe was listening carefully.

"This one looks like -"

Sticks stopped for a moment..

The clouds

Brought back some memories that made his eyes tear up.

He remembered how he loved watching the clouds with his brother and grandpa.

His eyes would sparkle and his grandpa will pat his head lovingly.

Yet there he was now. He didn't realize his face was bathed in tears until he felt soft hands caressing his face.

He also felt his body being pressed against another body. It took him a few seconds to realize what was happening.

He didn't push away. He smiled and cried at the same time "Sorry bud, i didn't mean to cry" he apologized.

Axe held him slightly tighter "It's okay" he spoke softly.

It took some minutes for Sticks to recollect himself. When Axe felt it was okay, he gently let go. He spoke "Look Sticks, this one looks like a dragon and that over there like a.. Heh like a heart"

Sticks smiled softly "hehaha *sniff* you are right! And Uhm.. T-Thanks buddy.." he said wiping away his tears with his sleeve.

Axe took the juices and apples he offered one to Sticks. They ate it while watching the scenery and clouds.

They kept pointing at the sky finding different patterns and figures in the clouds.

It seems that at some point Sticks got comfortable and took a nap.  Axe inspected him, «Boy he is cute!» he thought.

He curled up next to him making sure that Sticks is comfortable.

Both enjoying a peaceful nap. In the warmth of the sun, the soft breeze and soft shadow of the clouds that passed by in front of the sun. They were cuddling with a happy and a peaceful expression on their faces.

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The end! 😘

Thank you for reading! 💙

[sunnysidesutch]

October 1, 2023- 2:36 pm

To Whom It May Concern,

October has arrived, and I have never been more terrified. I have always loved October- the way the leaves shift their shade and the air grows crisp. October has always been the perfect opportunity to embrace pumpkin spice and apple cider everything. However, almost 7 years ago, I let myself attempt to be the anchor for a family I would still die for to this day. I don't regret a thing, but it is terrifying to know that, this year, I will be celebrating a life that lives on beyond in solitude.

As much as I would love to let my words flood out of me like a broken dam, I am afraid that the release of the rapture will cause detrimental damage. Sometimes, no string of words sounds adequate enough to correspond with my emotions. However, it is October 1st, and I can already feel myself fighting for my life. So, I write.

I was driving home with someone who is very special to me. I was, mostly, silent- simply listening to his emotional rambling and his every other, "you know what I mean?"

Yes, I do know what you mean. I know what you mean, and then some.

Of course, we brought up Tyler. Everything always comes back to him, and I never mind. We talked about that night, but not in too much detail. Despite having everything unfold right before my eyes, I never did feel as though it was my place to mourn someone I wished I knew better. However, sentimentals and understandings came out of your mouth, and, for the first time, I felt truly acknowledged.

Despite my moment of weakness in sending him a SOS via the old facebook, you told me he knew how great my efforts were. You told me he loved me, and you knew that I loved him just as much as I love everyone else in that family. Reassurance I did not even realize I needed.

It was true, what you said. I did love him just as much as I loved everyone else. I did do everything I ever could for your brother, and it broke my heart knowing I was putting all my eggs in one basket, and I let Tyler slip through the cracks. Every so often, I think about that night and that day. It seems like a daily occurrence once October rolls around. It's as though I am living in the present, but the past flickers in front of my eyelids like a horrid film. If only Tyler came with us, like he was supposed to.

Watching a family lose a son, a brother, a grandson, a nephew, and a best friend is never easy. I will never forget going down in to that basement. I will never forget the way their mother fell to her knees in the driveway. I will never forget that I grabbed everything of my ex's that I could find before the cops searched the house. I will never forget going down to that police station or having hamburgers for dinner from McDonald's. I watched my ex mourn his bestest friend, and, despite not fancying them in the slightest, I sat next to him that night and shared hamburgers with him so he would eat.

October reminds me of a life that didn't get a chance to see how beautiful the other side of struggle was. This October also reminds me of a love that was so incredibly real and powerful- and how I no longer have that person I shared so much trauma with, and how he is spending it with someone else.

I will always want the best for the man who was supposed to be my forever, and I will always remember October as a month of great loss and strength. I would love nothing more than to sit curled under my blanket until the frosty chill of November arrived. However, the world keeps on spinning and the days don't stop for anyone. So, as long as this heart is still beating, I will hold my memories close, and I am going to live.

Here's to getting through October. And, Tyler, wherever you are, we miss you dearly, buddy.

xoxo

[prof-polaris]

<Video starts>

<The video starts shaky, and then steadies as the rotom phone filming is propped up against something. The video shows what looks to be an eevee egg, and a larvesta that is identifiable as Solaire is curled around it. Solaire nudges the egg slightly, and seems eager. The video is silent for a moment, and then a sigh is heard. The voice of Indigo speaks up "Ah sorry buddy, I thought it was hatching maybe, but I guess-". Indigo is cut off by the sound of cracking coming from the egg.>

<A shaky hand reaches over from offscreen to pet Solaire, and a chirping sound is heard briefly offscreen as the leafeon Maple walks over, nudging the top of the egg gently with her nose. The cracking sounds begin to increase, and a crack forms around the egg. After a bit of struggle, the head of an eevee shoves it's way through the cracks in the egg. It's head is damp and it's eyes are shut tightly. Indigo gasps softly from offscreen.> <Video ends>

It's a boy!!! He's a bit small, but he's newborn so that's to be expected. We're at the pokemon center right now getting him checked out.

If anyone would like to suggest any names for the baby boy, I don't really have anything in mind so I am taking suggestions haha.

[gatsby-system-folks]

I've got 4 recipes hereeeee

Are you telling me a mixed vegetables fried this rice

Get your vegetables. I used frozen vegetables like a loser but any vegetables oughtta work. Steamed broccoli would be good. Green beans, carrots, and corn was what I used and it slapped.

Make some rice (boil water, add about half as much rice with the understanding that rice grows, simmer for for 10-15 minutes or until it's about as soft as you want it LOOK AT ME: POKE IT WITH A SPOON DO NOT TOUCH THE BOILING RICE WITH YOUR FINGER, fluff and serve)

Butter a frying pan and heat it

Put the rice and veg in the frying pan and let them heat up for a short while. They'll sound pretty when it's ready.

Then crack in an egg.

And scramble it.

I always make my fried rice pretty soft cooked but you can get it crispy if so desired

Easy on the soy sauce. Use sesame seed oil too.

In total, including clean up and buffer time it takes about an hour, but it could take longer or shorter depending on how fast you cook.

Boujee botato burrito

This one's stupid

But it tastes GOOD

Prepare some steak fries however you like to prepare stake fries. I deep fry and my mama bakes them. Air fryer, pan fried, cooked over an open flame idc.

Get a tortilla. Not a tiny one either, we're working with steak fries here.

Here me out. I know this is stupid but AMERICAN CHEESE is actually best in this case. It's got a good texture. And juuuust enough flavor to compliment and give the burrito a little grounding without becoming a main aspect of the dish.

So put your tortilla on your Large Heating Surface Of Choice, I use a grill but whatevers big enough, a frying pan would work, and toast it and melt the cheese a little.

Then put on your fries.

Then, and I need a citation for this because I do not know the exact combination of herbs but use Cajun seasoning. Look up badia cajun seasoning and use that. Or season to taste, you want a slightly sweet and spicy blend, kinda like the seasoning on a barbecue chip but more Green and Yellow

Then top it with romaine lettuce and wrap it.

Or other lettuce or maybe spinach, but you don't want to overload the flavor.

This one takes much less time, the longest part is cooking the fries, I'd say about 20 minutes total, even with clean up.

It tastes.. in the same ballpark as a gyro. Not the same at all, but like if a gyro had a cousin from Weeki Wochi Springs (and... that's pretty accurate actually. As someone who is intimately familiar with the Really Sweaty parts of florida and is reasonably familiar with our next door flood buddy (louisianna) and the food from both places. Look if you've ever been to Natchitoches, LA and try food from there you'll know what I mean)

Thor's comfort food

That's a fucking stupid name sorry

It's soup. So we're clear.

This is borderline stew, and is something to make to feed you for several days, it's very hearty.

And this is a leftover soup! But it doesn't have to be you can make it fresh if you want to.

But chop up some fries and chicken (I used leftover steak fries and chicken tenders, which have a story behind them but not for here, I'm not that southern)

Put them in a deep pot with some butter to start getting them warm. The chicken needs to be all the way cooked beforehand, this is where the leftover part comes in handy. The steak fries less so but yk

When they're warm and popping a little, add a can of cream of chicken soup, milk, cheddar and mozzarella cheese, SALT, chili seasoning, a shake of Tony chachere's, (that's pronounced SaShaRay's if you wanna ask for it at a grocery store), and a dash of honey mustard.

Let it warm and mingle on high heat until it tastes super good.

Put aside and make some rice (sea above). Yellow or brown rice would be SO GOOD with this, especially yellow rice. I only had white on hand tho loll

Mix the rice into the soup, and heat it up again to serving temp.

I'd serve it with some nutty bread. Not pumpernickel or white bread. Rye would be good. Or even just some standard wheat bread. Maybe some cheddar biscuits or cornbread lol.

This one takes much longer just by nature, I'd give it an hour to an hour and a half, clean up included.

This one doesn't have a name right now lol

Goat cheese

Blueberries

Honey

Rosemary if you're a homestuck (or have good taste in herbs)

Put it in a (oven safe) bowl or even straight on some thick bread (foccacia would work well. That's fecasha if you've never seen the word written out. Horse divorce).

Put it in the oven, or better, a toaster oven (not a microwave)

Heat it until the berries and goat cheese get soft

Blend it all together

Serve..

It takes maybe 15mins

[dadjokestop]

Looking for some quick humor to lighten the mood? These short jokes to tell your friends to make them laugh are perfect for sharing during a break, at a gathering, or just whenever you need a good chuckle. Let’s dive into this collection of laugh-out-loud jokes that are sure to get your friends giggling! 1. Why don’t scientists trust atoms? Because they make up everything! 2. What do you call cheese that isn't yours? Nacho cheese! 3. Why was the math book sad? Because it had too many problems! 4. What did the ocean say to the beach? Nothing, it just waved! 5. Why don’t skeletons fight each other? They don’t have the guts! 6. What do you call a fake noodle? An impasta! 7. Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field! 8. What did one wall say to the other wall? “I’ll meet you at the corner!” 9. Why can’t you give Elsa a balloon? Because she will let it go! 10. How does a penguin build its house? Igloos it together! 11. What do you call a bear with no teeth? A gummy bear! 12. Why did the bicycle fall over? Because it was two-tired! 13. What did the grape do when it got stepped on? Nothing, it just let out a little wine! 14. Why did the golfer bring two pairs of pants? In case he got a hole in one! 15. What’s orange and sounds like a parrot? A carrot! 16. Why don’t eggs tell jokes? Because they might crack up! 17. How do you organize a space party? You planet! 18. What do you get when you cross a snowman and a vampire? Frostbite! 19. Why did the computer go to the doctor? Because it had a virus! 20. What do you call a fish with no eyes? Fsh! 21. What did the janitor say when he jumped out of the closet? “Supplies!” 22. Why did the cookie go to the hospital? Because it felt crummy! 23. What’s a skeleton’s favorite instrument? The trom-bone! 24. What do you call an alligator in a vest? An investigator! 25. Why was the belt arrested? Because it was holding up a pair of pants! 26. How do you catch a squirrel? Climb a tree and act like a nut! 27. What do you call a cow with no legs? Ground beef! 28. What do you get when you cross a snowman and a dog? Frostbite! 29. Why do we never tell secrets on a farm? Because the potatoes have eyes and the corn has ears! 30. What do you call a parade of rabbits hopping backward? A receding hare-line! Conclusion These short jokes to tell your friends to make them laugh are guaranteed to bring joy and laughter to any conversation! Share them at your next hangout or text them to your buddies for a quick laugh. After all, laughter is the best medicine!

[saintmouthed]

dtcfdp chapter 3 (author commentary)

I fear it is time to Reread dtcfdp Again and I'm going to be so annoying about it, actually. Anyway I'm gonna basically reread my own fic and liveblog the experience. Chapter 3 commentary starts under the cut!

chapter 1 commentary here

chapter 2 commentary here

"It wasn’t until he got out of the shower that he realized somehow he’d made it home with Ange’s jacket."

Right off the bat this made me smile so big. Yes... his jacket... I had NO motivation to have R take Enjolras's jacket... none at all

Hey, sweetheart, how are you feeling today? Ange.

oh my OWN heart jumped at sweetheart this time around.

That sounds like something someone just trying to make me feel better would say. R. I wouldn’t lie to you, I’m being honest. But, is it working? Ange. Grantaire thinks about this. A little. R.

they make me SICK (in the best way)

“What, you think I don’t have a key to this place?” That’s not something that had ever occurred to Grantaire. “Oh.” He says, after a thoughtful moment. Éponine laughs at him. “Bossuet let me in before he went to class, dipshit.”

LMAO this is so fucking funny I completely forgot about this. I don't reread this chapter often so this is like experiencing a whole new fic. Though I don't remember why I don't reread this chapter often? Is it the trivia one? that might be why. More on that later if it is the trivia one.

“Well…” Joly, at least, looks a little abashed. “It might have been…Enjolras?” “Enjolras?” Éponine gasps, before bursting into laughter. “Are you fucking kidding?” God, Grantaire is completely lost. “You know this guy?” “Yeah.” She waves a dismissive hand, as if he has any idea what she’s talking about. “We’ve met, obviously, and I went to a few meetings. Joly, are you serious?”

HOW DID I FORGET ABOUT THIS ADFASDFJ... "are you fucking kidding" it was so funny having everyone be like 'oh yeah grantaire you'd HATE enjolras' meanwhile grantaire is already sickening in love with him

OH MY GOD IT'S THE ROPE BITE NIGHT CHAPTER...

if you haven't read the Enjolras ficlet I wrote for this one or the Jehan ficlet... you should

aw... Grantaire learning to tie a futomomo... me too buddy

Ange rolls his eyes. “I trust you haven’t traumatized one of our newest members yet, Jehan?” “I leave frightening the newbies to you, my dear, that’s usually your area of expertise.” Grantaire wonders which one of them picked up the casual pet names first.

I'm OBSESSED WITH THEM

wow props to past me for writing that rope demo so beautifully damn

oh god... it IS the trivia one

I've seen the rope twist one before IRL it IS mean

CHEERS I DO LOVE A ZIPPER THOUGH

“How would you drop a raw egg from a height onto a concrete floor without cracking it?” Ange asks, blithely ignoring R’s commentary. “You…can’t?” “It takes more than an egg to crack a concrete floor, darling.”

an anon sent me this one back in the day!!! I love this... and I loved reading about the first zipper getting ripped off tbh.

the thing I don't like about the trivia chapter is that it's another of those threads I never followed through bc there was simply SO MUCH going on in this fic. And the Gutenberg question makes me cringe, but that's another story LMAO.

THE ROPE AS A FLOGGER WHO CHEERED. I saw this in a video once and it made me feel insane.

Grantaire either A. shrieks or B. blacks out (though there is that last possibility C. which is both)

Real as fuck grantaire

WAIT FUCK IS THIS THE PHONE NUMBER everybody hang on

FUCK

IT IS

freddyfromnicarlycheering.gif

“It’s…” Ange hesitates on the last character, felt tip of the pen stilling on Grantaire’s skin for a brief moment before he follows through. “My phone number.”

OH MY GOD

“I mean, it’s—it’s still nothing. I mean, not nothing, it’s definitely, uh, something.”

sure is !!!

this chapter was good actually idk why I tend to skip it

[look-at-the-soul]

A day to celebrate

Tommy Shelby x reader (blurb for Father’s Day)

Tommy cracked an eye open carefully, the other side of the bed was still empty. He had been awake for a while but he was warned to stay in bed this time. Groaning, he turned to his bedside table to take his cigarettes and a lighter.

But as he was about to light it, he heard whispers and steps outside the bedroom, so quickly he tossed the lighter next to him and hid the cigarette under the pillow. He let himself fall against the mattress and pretended to be asleep just like his wife asked him to do.

“Are you sure he’s still sleeping?” Ruby asked tiptoeing.

“Can we wake him now?” Charlie looked up to you with his big green eyes, still with his bed hair.

“Just in a litt-” but the kids didn’t wait.

“Daddy wake up!” Ruby climbed on the bed and charged against your husband.

“Happy Father’s Day!” Cheered Charlie following his sister.

Cyril entered the room following your steps.

“Mmhmm.” Tommy groaned and opened one of his eyes a little. Opening his arms to get hugs from his kids. “You woke up before me.” He kissed Ruby’s hair then Charlie’s temple and looked up at you, a big smile lighting up his face, his gold tooth showing.

“Look what we did!” Once you made sure the cake wouldn’t end up all over the duvet, you helped Cyril up on the ramp Tommy bought so he could climb with you.

“That looks amazing.” While Tommy was inspecting the cake, you walked to the door to take the tray Frances was holding with coffee for you and Tommy and warm milk for the kids. “You made it?”

“Yeah.” Both children answered in chorus.

“Kids…” But your tone made them reveal a secret.

“Okay, Frances helped… a little.” Ruby admitted.

Tommy chuckled, he knew the kind of help that Frances had been giving all these years. His wife was a terrible cook, but he wasn’t going to point that out.

“Frances was scared I’d ruin the recipe, she didn’t let me help.” You confessed. “She didn’t even let me crack the eggs.”

“That’s because the last time she accepted your help you almost set the kitchen on fire, Mum.” Charlie pointed out as if nobody remembered the embarrassing incident. It was years ago, Charlie wasn’t even born yet, but all the Shelby’s made sure every new member of the family heard the story.

“That’s not how…-” But one look into Tommy’s eyes and he cut your defense. His smirk giving away it was exactly as it happened.

“Can we eat it now?” Ruby was growing impatient.

Cyril barked at them. He was drooling.

“Nope, this cake is for me buddy.”

“Alright let me cut the slices.”

Tommy took his cup of coffee and winked at you. “Two small for them, the rest is for me.”

Surprised, you looked at your husband, his free hand was on his bare chest.

“And what about me?”

“Okay, I think I can share a small bite with ya.” He winked, the smile reached his eyes.

“Thank you, love, how considered from you.” You joked. “Alright kids ready to give daddy his present?”

Ruby and Charlie got up and started jumping in bed, your hands went straight to protect the cake. The sound of his laugh brought an indescribable happiness to your heart.

Charlie went straight to the drawer were you kept the present, returning to bed a couple of seconds later. As Tommy untied the ribbon, you handed the kids the draws they made for their father.

“Are you serious?” Tommy looked at you, he knew the present had to be your idea. He held the gold case.

“Well, you’re smoking all the time anyways.”

“I love it, thank you.” Leaning on his elbow, he pulled you in for a kiss.

“I made this, daddy!” Ruby handed Tommy a draw of the four of them holding hands and Cyril sleeping next to Tommy’s feet.

“This is mine.” Charlie smiled shyly. Your boy handed his father a draw of him and a horse.

“I’m going to take down my horse painting and hang these up there. Now come ‘ere.” Looking up at you, Tommy invited you to the family hug.

“What are you doing there? Come here Cyril!” You called for the dog to get in the middle.

“This is all I need.” Tommy revealed looking into your eyes.

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[witchnordemon]

Uh-oh. They'd let something slip. Golden Guard didn't seem to know he himself was the Grimwalker. Oh, what could they even say to that?

❝…No, they're just... kind of an urban legend from eons ago. Not a lot of witches or demons know they even existed, let alone that they're real, let alone how or if they could make one... ❞ Collector began, mentally trying to pull together the information Philip had let slip over the years. ❝ If anyone would know a whole ton about them, it would be Belos, and I don't... see him telling just anyone all willy-nilly. ❞

He froze at Golden Guard's suggestion that the Titans were gone. That... they had disappeared forever. No... no, that couldn't have happened. ❝No, I don't think - the Titans... Titans are stronger than anyone, even when they're babies. They're one of, like, the only species our magic doesn't work against... if anything, I think my siblings probably took them and Archived them, so nothin' bad could happen to 'em. ❞ He concluded, knowing that it certainly wouldn't be the first time his siblings sealed away and preserved multiple specimens of a single species.

Then, Collector beamed at the opportunity to talk about what the Titans looked like. They hadn't seen one in so long, but they could never forget. ❝ They're so fluffy! You might not think it, 'cause Pops is all bony right now, but they're a lot more furry than they are hard and bonelike. ❞ They explained, knocking lightly on their tablet to make a hollow sound.

❝ Actually, the only fully bone part of them is their skull! They all have one, though some have longer snoots and some have shorter ones. They're all so cute! ❞ He paused to take a breather, trying to collect his thoughts on his bestest friends he hadn't seen in forever. ❝ Titans hatch from eggs! It takes a super long time, but I was there for a lot of their hatchings, and me and the older babies would take care of them until they could walk and talk and play with the rest of us! ❞

He halted his once-more giddy rambling about his best buddies in the whole cosmos once his tablet was lifted, surprised and honestly assuming Golden Guard would have rejected his request. At being held up to see the window - a glimpse of the outside world, he felt his throat tighten, a heavy weight settling in his chest - he didn't know why he was experiencing this big, completely foreign emotion right now.

But, oh, they could see so much! There was the forest, and trees, and then - the sky! and clouds - and they could hear the ever-faint sound of creatures making their little noises. They clung their shadowed form to the wall, maneuvering so that they could see downwards a bit better. There, they could see the stables Golden Guard talked about, as well as the grounds where he said he trained. It was incredible! They hadn't seen anything other than this dumb old room in so long, they had long since started to forget what this realm looked like.

❝ Wow... ❞ Collector finally got out, their voice cracking

Valor blinked. ". . . He didn't, actually. I overheard people talking about them on one of my missions." He squinted at the Collector. ". . . Why? Is there a reason for Lord Belos not to tell me?" His uncle's plans had nothing to do with resurrection, though. They were working to kill witches and demons, not bring them back . . . Right?

A thought put aside as the Collector started rambling about titans, which he turned all his attention to. Though it was . . . only half about the titans themselves, and more about the Collector. ". . . I'm . . . not sure they were hiding, Collector." Slowly disappearing like that . . . "I think they were going extinct." They were extinct now. For the Collector to have witnessed such a thing . . . Even if he didn't really seem to realize what had happened, he doubted it was very fun to experience. He would have asked how they went extinct, but if the Collector had thought they were just hiding away, he probably didn't know.

"What about their, like, mannerisms and such?" That had been more what he was looking for when he asked what they were like. "How did they communicate, what kinds of noises did they make, what did they look like with more than just bone?" The Boiling Isles was mostly just a skeleton, after all.

Oh. Oh he recognized the emotion behind that tone. He knew the longing, the wish to go out, to not be cooped up inside or limited to just the training grounds.

What reason had he to deny that request, when he knew how much it would mean?

". . . Sure." Especially if the Collector hadn't been moved from this room in as long as they said. And as promised, he took the disc in hand and held it up to the window.

". . . You can see the training grounds down below," he pointed out. "Lord Belos likes to watch sometimes. And over there are the stables. The fire bee hive is further out - you can't really see it from here but you can see the forest it's in."

[spaceprincessem]

‘tis the damn season | 7.5k buddie fic | ao3 link

Eddie asks Buck to be his date to the Holiday Fireman’s Ball. It goes so much better than he could have imagined. 

xmas gift for my bestie @justlovehimanyway

It’s too early for this.

Eddie rubs at his temples, the pre-caffeine headache setting in as the sound of the coffee machine rumbles quietly in the kitchen. It’s nearly six in the morning and the loft is mostly empty. There’s a few people on the couch watching the morning news and a few less milling about the bay finishing off some chores from last night. Eddie is seated at the table, pointedly ignoring Chim’s insistent stare from the kitchen where he’s cracking eggs into a bowl for Bobby to make French toast. Hen and Buck are still asleep in the bunkroom, unsurprisingly considering they took the brunt of the last call the hardest. Eddie remembers re-adjusting Buck’s covers just before he slipped out, half of the blanket on the floor where Buck must have thrown it off in fitful sleep.

“So,” Chimney draws out the o as he leans forward, wiping his hands on the towel thrown over his shoulder.

“So.” Eddie responds childishly, leveling Chimney with an unimpressed stare.

“There’s no one at all you want to take to the Fireman’s Holiday Ball?” He asks with a raised eyebrow, a slight smirk pulling up in the corner of his mouth.

“Jesus christ.” Eddie mutters, willing the coffee machine to be finished sooner. “Is taking a date a requirement or…?”

“No,” Bobby comes to his rescue, smiling, “it’s not.”

“It’s not,” Chimney adds, still smirking, “but—”

“Chim, please,” Eddie practically begs, “at least let me get one cup of coffee in before you harass me about my prospective date options.”

“So you have thought about asking someone.” Chimney grins victoriously.

Eddie wants to smash his face into the table. 

The thing is. 

Chimney isn’t wrong. 

It’s all Eddie’s been thinking about the past few weeks since Bobby announced they were invited to Los Angeles’ Fireman Holiday Ball as a thank you from the city for all the hard work they’ve done this year. There’s only one person that he wants to ask. The one person that nestled into all the cracks and crevices of Eddie’s heart. Has held it in their hands —  carefully, delicately — for years now. He’s buried it deep within his marrow. Too terrified to look at it head on because there was never a right time. He selfishly, greedily stole a glimpse of it when a bullet ripped through his shoulder and his vision tunneled on the only thing he’s ever wanted, his hand reaching out…

Never the right time, but all of the sudden Eddie was out of time.

And then he’s graciously given a second (third, fourth? he’s lost count) chance. Except then he’s confronted with the Ana and Taylor of it all. So Eddie swallowed it down again and again and again. But now. Now. Now there’s nothing, but space. Endless, endless space that forces Eddie to look and look and look. He can’t turn away from it. Can’t go back to letting it slip out on the nights when he’s feeling brave or maybe just lonely. Or both. 

And maybe, just maybe, Buck wants it too. 

Eddie thinks of the well. Of Buck clawing at the mud like he could dig Eddie out with his bare hands. The piece of paper sitting in a safe that legally ties Buck to him and Christopher. He thinks of Buck crawling underneath a firetruck to save him. Pressing his hand onto Eddie’s bleeding wound like it’s the only thing keeping them both alive (it was). He thinks about Buck running without hesitation when Christopher called and breaking down Eddie’s door to get to him. How he stuck by Eddie’s side and showed him that at the end of the day what they do matters. 

That Eddie matters. 

So, yeah, Eddie’s thought about asking Buck to be his date for the Holiday Ball. Because Eddie is finally ready to choose Buck. To be all in forever (god willing). It’s just so much fucking easier to think about than actually do. And Eddie is not a coward, but this is the rest of his life he’s talking about here. Buck is it for him. 

read the rest on ao3

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