#cause they're double chicken

[caffeccino]

Turnip, the Greatest Prairie Chicken, and chicken chickens (and Hushpuppy)

🤠💖Yeehaw

#doodle #caffe art #western #caffe's cool western #hushpuppy #chicken horse #turnip #chicken #horse #chicken chicken #cause they're double chicken #I drew it with these little Tombow brush pens #and they're so great but disposable wasteful little things #not good for my fuel economy even if beautiful 😔 #so they're for doodlin'

[luveline]

Hello I hope it’s alright to request something!!! Could u do something with either Eddie or Steve (whoever u think works best) where they are best friends and reader asks him to give her a hickey cause she wants to know what it feels like??

this has haunted me since you sent it i love best friend steve <3 (and eddie too but steve for this one in particular haha)

Steve's talking about his last date. "I thought she was trying to eat me at first. Props for bravery, though, I don't think I've got a hickey on a second date before. It might've been nice if she didn't bite so hard." 

"She bit you?" you ask, horrified. 

Steve perks up from where he's slouched in the driver's seat. You knock your knees together, feet on the dash, reaching over to turn the radio down.

"I mean, yeah?"

"What?" you ask, lips pulled down in concern. 

"What do you mean, ‘what?’"

"Why did she bite you?" 

Steve goes from incredulous to more genial, the soft version of him that you don't often see. 

"You've never had one?" 

You shove your hands between your thighs and don't answer.

"When you give someone a hickey, you can bite down. You know, not to break the skin or anything. It feels nice," Steve explains, taking your silence instride. He's lying against the reclined seat, half his face hidden by leather. "You really never had one?" 

"No," you mumble, eyes resolute on your knees. 

"Hey, don't be shy about it." His fingers twitch towards you. "I'm serious, babe, it doesn't matter. You're not missing out half the time. And some people don't like them at all." 

"Do you like them?" you ask.

You can't believe you've asked him but Steve never makes you feel stupid about anything. 

His lips part like he's weighing his words before he says them. "Yeah, I like it. It's hard to explain. And not just getting one, giving them is…" 

You brave a glance at him. He's not looking at you but your hands where they're squished between your legs. 

"I don't know. It's good. It's like a weird hug," he says finally.  "I think you'd enjoy them." 

That draws a startled peel of laughter. "You think?" 

"Yeah. You're cuddly. And you get embarrassed easily. I think they'd honest to God melt you." 

He laughs. The sound is rich with sweetness. 

"Oh," you murmur. 

"Oh," he says agreeably. "Shit, the sun's going down. What time is it? Do you need to go home?”

“No, it’s okay. It’s not that late. Nine something.”

He kicks up in his seat but doesn't incline it, digging around in the footwell for his soda. 

You take your feet off the dash and try to ignore the way his mouth moves, the bob of his neck as he swallows. 

"You know," he says, wiping his lips with the side of his hand, "I don't know why we didn't get something to eat. Are you hungry? Cheeseburgers, right?" He does a double take at your expression. "Regular burgers? Babe, what does that face mean? Throw me a bone. Chicken nuggets?"

"Um…" You laugh at yourself, scared to say it, almost not quite joking. His description of them… you want to know how it feels. "Will you give me one?" 

"Of course I will. Did you forget your purse?" he asks. 

"A hickey." 

It takes him a few moments to understand. "You want me to give you a hickey?" 

"Would you want to?" 

Steve looks at you funny. Too serious for him, long seconds of his eyes on your face like he's searching for something. 

"I'll do whatever you want me to," he says. 

You've barely any time to come to terms with what that means when he's leaning back in his chair. "Come here," he says. He must gauge your surprise, because he explains, "I'm not gonna be able to lean over. You'll like it more like this, trust me." 

And you do trust him, inexplicably. "Okay," you say. 

Steve smiles at the clear nervousness in your voice and holds his hands out. You've hugged a lot of times and that helps ease the awkwardness as you climb over the console and onto his lap, the back of your thighs pressed to the tops of his, his hands more than respectful at your sides. 

He's languid beneath you. 

One hand travels to the small of your back and stays there. 

"You wanna start with a hug?" he asks. 

You nod. This you can do. This you're good at. You go to tuck your hands over his neck and he takes them into an almost stern grip. "You go under." 

You wrap your arms around his waist and try to listen to his breathing as he pushes your head over the juncture of his neck. 

His arms find you in turn, one over your shoulder and one around, palm to the back of your head.

"You're really warm," you say. 

Steve's hand moves from the back of your head to your neck. His pinky finger glides over the side of your face, strokes over your hairline as he encourages your head towards your shoulder, baring your neck.

"You're not warm." The heat of his breath fans over your skin in a wave. "You're on fire," he murmurs. 

"It's summer." 

"Listen, if I do something you don't like or you want me to stop, you have to tell me." 

"I will." 

"I'm an excellent kisser, but it's like I said; some people don't like it." 

"It's alright, Steve. I'll tell you.”

"Yeah, yeah. Stay still then," he says, and kisses you. 

He starts with the smallest pressure, a dry press of his mouth. His lips slowly part. You gasp at the new feeling, a damp silver of warmth, a half-crescent of ticklish heat. He slides his hand between your neck and your shoulder, the tip of his index finger brushing your ear lobe. 

You shudder. 

"Okay?" he asks into your skin.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you whisper. 

His bottom teeth scratch over your neck and you inhale fast. He shushes you so gently you feel yourself go to jelly in his hands, worse when he kisses you in a way that juxtaposes his sloven touches and demeanour; rough, open-mouthed. He sucks your skin until it burns. Then, the barest hint of teeth. You're startled enough by the new feeling to try and pull your thighs together over his lap. 

He chuckles into your skin and pulls back, brushing his hand over the quick-forming contusion carefully. 

You brace your hand on his shoulder to look at him, your enjoyment obvious. 

“That was it?" you ask.

"No, that wasn't it," he says, suddenly loud. He drops his head back against the chair and drags a hand through his hair. 

"I just thought-" you begin, swiftly cut off by a glare with no real malice from Steve. 

"I'm warming you up, 'cos you've never had one," Steve says all in a rush, rolling his eyes. He starts to pull you forward again. 

"'That was it?'" he repeats, teasing. "Shut up. I can feel your heartbeat, you know that?" 

"What?" 

"I can feel it," he says. "When I kiss you." 

He kisses you again, a love bite, a scraping of teeth against your pulse point. You tighten your arms around him and whimper. 

When he's decidedly finished he pulls back. "S'nice sound… wanna make it again?" 

You nod vehemently. He grins, lips shining, and dives in for another.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #steve harrington imagine

[a-dinosaur-a-day]

Mammal bias is esp rampant in the pet community. I've had pet reptiles and spiders/tarantulas since I was about 10 and being told right to me face that the animals I cared for and cherished were gross and weird and some even "jokingly" staid they would gladly stomp on.

Nothing against dogs and cats but if you wouldn't say that about someone's dog or cat why would you say that to anyone who loves their pets?

Yup yup yup. Honestly, I've always known mammal bias was a thing, and when I majored in biology it was shoved down my throat, but I kind of figured its scope was limited or not really that damaging until I got my pet birds.

Apartments list themselves as pet friendly, but they only ever mean cats and dogs (and good luck trying to find ones that have other pets listed as okay online - same for temporary lodging)

Vets are usually only trained in cats and dogs, and it is impossible to find vets for other species close by - sometimes, at all - fish literally are done a major disservice alone

Homes and group living areas like townhouses, apartment buildings, etc. are not built with the safety of non-catdog pets in mind. How many have linked ventilation systems, which would endanger birds to emissions from other homes?

Service animals can only be dogs. Because dogs were literally bred to be our obedient servants. Never mind that other animals are more intelligent, and can also be trained. Just dogs.

Heck, cats and dogs even form a binary! Are you a cat lover or a dog lover? If you say neither, you get weird looks, and are accused of hating animals! Even though that's only two animals out of the billions!

And of course there's the death threats. Whether its someone threatening to kill someone's pet tarantula, to stomp on their snake, or eat their chicken, that just comes up again and again.

Cats and Dogs are elevated to essentially human status, because they are companion animals in our society and seen as part of the family. But no one can fathom that other pets are seen as family, too, that we'd like the same level of care and respect given to them.

like take this example: many people suggest eating non-cat/dog pets on the internet, and they're hardly ever called out or criticized. "It's just a joke!" and all that. Never mind these pets are beloved animals, and not actually a threat to anyone. Meanwhile, outdoor cats are actively causing ecological collapse. But if you suggest any form of aggressive population control - not of people's pets, of feral cats - you get called a monster. These aren't even beloved animals, just the *concept* of a cat is enough to make people lose their heads. this is a blatant double standard. an actively damaging double standard.

anyways if you want a non cat/dog pet remember to research vets and housing rules for your area before you accidentally screw yourself.

I would be remiss if I didn't add an afterthought that while small mammal pets and other mammals other than cats and dogs do have better vet treatment and some other benefits thanks to mammal bias, they often face similar struggles, and this hierarchy for pets really has cats and dogs on a pedestal lording over everyone else - including rabbits, hamsters, and especially mice and rats, and all other mammal pets as well as pets in other groups.

I hate cat-dog supremacy so much it sends me into a blind rage. Like, there isn't a 24-hr emergency vet for birds within three hours of me. I either have to drive that long or wait till my (hour away!) daytime vet opens up if I have an emergency. Birds can bleed out fast. This is just negligence. And there are so many animals, not only birds, that have been bred for captivity and rely on us. It is irresponsible and cruel that we designate them second-class pet...izens.

oof, you probably didn't expect this long of a ramble, I'll leave it off there.

#cats #dogs #pets #mammal bias #cat/dog supremacy #petblr

[patrollingboston]

Hi egghead!

I've been a fan of you since I was 68! Could you please write a fic about Captain Price nursing reader back to health whilst they're ill? I've been DREAMING of the day someone writes this!

Cheers big ears!

Hi egghead? I don’t know what this means haha. Here is the fic, hope you enjoy!

Chicken Soup // Price x Reader fluff

5:30am

You groaned as you rolled over, it was still pitch black outside making it even harder to force yourself up. It was a cold winter november morning and there was a nasty virus floating round base. Unfortunately for you you had caught it but it's not like you could take the day off sick. You had to train all day today as a big mission was coming up that would require everyone in peak condition. Great.

You slumped up in your bed wiping the messy hair out your face. Your nose was completely blocked and your head was throbbing meaning, you had exactly 0 hours of sleep.

After getting ready and taking way too much cold medicine you strapped your boots on and headed out your room towards the first training hall. Your head was throbbing with every step but you didn't want anyone to seem less of you for taking a sick day for a 'simple cold.'

You walked in pushing open the large blue double doors the fluorescent light attacking your senses, your nose red and stuffy, greeted by Ghost, Gaz, Soap and Price stood round in a circle.

"Y/n get over here."

Price beckoned towards you. You placed your water bottle down before jogging over trying not to wince at the pain your headache was causing you. A few scattered Hi's and Hello's from the rest of the team as you joined the circle.

"Quite simple stuff today, lift the jerrycans and do 5 laps one in each hand. Working on endurance.”

Okay, easy enough, you can manage that surely.

You and the rest of the team walked towards the cans, the team picked them up with ease and began to jog round the sports hall. You bent down to pick up a can and groaned, your body was achy all over yet you pushed through and began your first lap.

"(L/N)”

Your head snapped towards price. He was stood with his arms folded, you could hardly see his eyes due to his boonie hat always hanging low over them, stupid hat.

"Captain?"

You gently placed the jerrycan down, your arms visibly shaking despite your efforts to make them stop.

"Your forms off what's going on?"

He glanced down his eyes peeking from his hat.

"I'm just not feeling the best, I think I have that cold going round it's no biggie really-"

As if on cue you felt a cough tickle in your throat. You began to violently cough stood in front of Price whilst he just stared at you like you were crazy. You felt a little self conscious, the rest of the team began to slow their laps to look at you out of concern.

"Go back to the Barracks go on, I'll check in later."

Price sighed, picking up your jerrycans and pointing towards the exit. He seemed disappointed, it made your stomach flip a little, already nauseous from being ill.

"No really I don't want to miss out on training Cap."

"No offense Sunshine but you look like hell, get going."

You simply nodded and walked out towards your barracks.

A few hours later, you layed rotting in bed watching some random movie you'd found on tv. You were just dozing off as you heard a knock at the door and you jumped awake.

As you stood up to answer the knock, Captain Price gently pushed your door open, poking his head inside. He wasn't wearing his boonie now but a dark beanie in its place.

"Hey, you okay? I'm just checking in."

"A little rough but yeah, I'm going to get some food in a bit."

He stepped inside revealing a tupperware in his hand. His body language was almost anxious.

"No need. You like chicken soup?"

"I do? is that what's in there?"

He lets out a small chuckle and fully enters your room closing the door behind him. You were slightly embarrassed at the state of your room, your duvet was crumpled from laying in it all day and there was various pieces of rubbish laying around your room from being too lazy to tidy up. You noticed his gaze linger on the framed photos of you with your friends and family.

“Sorry about the mess.”

“Ah please, I’ve shared a room with Gaz it cannot be worse than that.”

He handed you the pot, it was warm and it smelt amazing even through a blocked nose. You could tell a lot of care had been put into making it and it made your heart feel warm.

"It's a family recipe, supposedly cures all."

You smile, you had never seen this side of Price. Usually he was stern and quite cold, you had had the odd chat but nothing too personal. You liked this side of him.

"Getting soft on us Captain?"

"Psh, don't get used to it."

The crow lines on his face accentuated as his smile rose on his face.

You both took a seat at your desk and began to chat, eating the homemade soup together and he was right, you got better in no time.

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[wroteclassicaly]

It probably doesn't count as kink but I would love to read about it (it's okay if you skip it)

Eddie who loves just playing with reader tits. Not in a sexual way, just because he's boring, they're soft and squishy

So they're both watching tv or doing homework and Eddie's hand going under reader's shirt and squishes boob. He boy is not even aware of it

Okay, because this is 💯 accurate, and because I need to get my creativity flowing/need something soft, I wanna talk about this too! 😉

Warnings: Boob talk & overall fluff.

~*~

Eddie has always worshipped pretty much every single part of your body. If he enjoyed actually doing his home work, you’d get a fully written thesis about each specific thing that he loved. Be that as it may, the energetic man has a favoritism, however, for two pieces of you that… well— in his own words… jiggle. That’s right, your galactic, bitchin’, otherworldly, better than when he hits that hard chord right, steadier than a deep campaign late into a Friday night, topping anything Ozzie ever did on stage — tits.

They have their own names, he says. Pretty much a list and whatever he comes up with at the most random of times. On days he’s particularly distracted with them during a time when you’re visiting a campaign meeting or a band practice, he’s inking two googly looking circles with diamond shaped eyes, jotting down in his chicken scratch — the newest name additions. He prefers Dolly and Elvira, but on his more active days he goes for references that you don’t even try to make sense of.

Because what do your boobs have to do with rolling a perfect score? What even is a perfect score? You’re fond of Eddie’s antics though, but he doesn’t need to always be privy to this information. So what if you purposely forget your bra during movie nights at his place or study nights at yours? And did Eddie really give two flying fucks if you accidentally stretched one of his shirts out with the soft swell of your chest?

You aren’t the only one with devious little antics. On days when his trailer is sweltering in heat and there’s usually a window air or a fan to satiate the sticky perspiration, Eddie might forget to turn them on. Hell, maybe they don’t even work. It’s a shame you shimmy down to your panties, with nothing more. An absolute tit-tragedy.

On this particular day, you’ve both been under the stresses of school and work. With the last semester’s workload counting more than ever for Eddie, you’ve doubled down to help him wherever, whenever you can. And he has been as equally amazing in volunteering at your job, hanging around and helping you put away stock, making grabby hands that caused your worries to melt into puddles of glittery goo. He’s invited you over for pizza and hot fudge sundaes (on him), to which you’d eagerly obliged. After a two hour study session and numerous Eddie-centric metaphors, followed by a nap inducing meal — you’re currently resting easily on his bed.

This past Christmas you had gotten Eddie his own television, so that Wayne didn’t have to put up with the constant variety of whatever Eddie was watching for the week, giving him his own downtime before his night shifts. It also gave you and your boyfriend more privacy to just relax and be together. You aren’t really sure what’s playing, something that Eddie picked out for the evening. All you know is that it’s Sci-Fi related, and Eddie it makes him happy. After all he’s been through with school and everyone there, you’ll do anything to get him to smile in that doe eyed way that he has about him.

He’s got his head in your lap, your fingers combing through his hair. It’s one of the many positions he’d turned you in throughout the first hour of the film. So it’s not exactly surprising when he shifts again and your head finds his shoulder, cheek able to feel the rise and fall of his chest with every steady breath that he takes. That position lasts another fifteen minutes, give or take, with Eddie once again turning over. This time it’s you in front of him, being spooned from behind, his left arm wrapped around your waist, his right arm propped above him, leaving his elbow to squish into his pillow pile, and his palm resting over top of his cheek. You sign in a blissful pleasure, easing back into him and tugging his arm tighter around your waist until it’s squishing your chest.

You don’t mean to, but this man has you having him touch your chest as much as he does it on the daily. You aren’t sure what happens in the next few minutes of the film, your lids closing you into a doze. The sound of some laser effect on the television set is what rouses you. And that’s when you notice Eddie’s forearm has pushed up your shirt, his wrist dipping underneath, his thumb bad grazing over your bra cup. Already, you can tell what he wants before he knows.

He doesn’t have to ask for permission, but you know he will. It gives you enough leeway to have pity on his poor heart. He’s engrossed in the movie, his chocolate eyes dancing with an intense mirth as you drink him in. You don’t speak, simply lifting from his hold and using your fingertips to lift your bra cups, exposing your chest. You’re aware that it’s worked almost immediately, upon laying back in his arms.

Having your bra halfway up isn’t exactly comfortable, but you wanna see what he’ll do, what you’re sure that he’ll do. Mere seconds go by and his hand snakes back beneath your tee, humming a honey-coated appreciation when he finds your bare breasts filling his hand. He squeezes, rolls, pinches, and tugs on the flesh, as if it’s some toy that he can’t contain himself from playing with. You’re giddy with a smirk, arching into his hold. He’s still glued to the screen, a fight sequence breaking out.

His fingers drape across your sternum and begin to lavish the other globe with affection. You sigh loudly, unable to help yourself.

He has no idea what he does to you sometimes.

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[wheels-of-despair]

@funsonmunson-again's Birthday Week Writing Challenge The Eddie: Janitor!Eddie The Prompt: #3: janitor!eddie tries to make a cake for teacher!reader's birthday. as mentioned in 'love me tender' he's not a chef lol, so it's a disaster. Words: 1.7k?! Oops. Contains: Baking mishaps, cuteness, and a sugar coma.

"Shit!"

Oliver's jaw dropped.

"I said shoot."

Oliver grinned. He was standing on his stool at the kitchen counter, watching Eddie prepare to make a birthday cake. He'd greased the edges of the pan a little too high, and had dropped the slippery metal on the floor with a loud clang.

Eddie had everything he needed lined up and ready to go. Oliver had helped him double-check: a greased pan, a mixing bowl, a little bowl containing three eggs, a bottle of oil, two measuring cups, a whisk, a box of cake mix, and a container of icing. Using a boxed mix wasn't really the same as starting from scratch, but he knew you'd appreciate the effort anyway.

He measured the oil and water, and began cracking the eggs into their little bowl. ("Always crack eggs separately," he'd heard you tell Oliver once. "Otherwise, you'll get shells in everything, rather than just the one bowl.")

It's a good thing that bit of advice stuck with him, because all three eggs had left bits of their shells in the bowl. "This one's not on me, there must've been something wrong with the chicken," he joked as he fished them out, causing a giggle from Oliver.

And finally, the bag containing the mix… which ripped weird, and showered Eddie's shirt and the counter with a fine layer of chocolate powder.

Oliver, wearing his apron, covered his mouth with his little hand so Eddie couldn't see him laughing.

"Oh, you think this is funny, do you?" Eddie asked with a playful grin. Oliver shook his head, mouth still covered, laughter barely contained. Eddie licked his finger, swiped it across the counter, and came at Oliver with a chocolate-coated mess. The child shrieked, leaped off his stool, and retreated to the safety of the living room.

With a laugh, Eddie returned to his cake-making alone.

Eddie dumped the dry mix into the big bowl and carefully added the water and oil and eggs, not wanting to cause another cake mix cloud. Next time, he'd buy a backup box. Just in case.

He mixed the batter by hand, not brave enough to attempt the high-powered electric mixer. That was a disaster waiting to happen.

When the lumps were gone, he gently poured the batter into his greased pan, and opened the oven.

Which he'd forgotten to pre-heat.

He turned it on with a sigh, and called Oliver back to the kitchen. They each grabbed a spoon and went to town on the mixing bowl. Mom had warned them about the dangers of eating raw eggs, as all moms do, but it was just a little bit. And it was the best part of baking. What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her. They licked their spoons clean, and Oliver returned to his toys on the living room floor.

When the little red light came on the oven, Eddie slid the cake onto the rack and started on the dishes.

After he finished cleaning up his mess so far, he leaned on the counter and watched Oliver play. He was such a good kid, with a great imagination. He could sit and entertain himself for hours. Kind of like Eddie when he was little, but much quieter.

Soon, the cake began to smell like cake, and Eddie looked at the timer… which, of course, he forgot to set. He opened the oven door to take a peek. How was he supposed to know when it was done? He didn't even know how long it had been in there.

He wished they'd picked out a vanilla cake. Those get brown when they're done, like toast, right? How were you supposed to tell with chocolate?

He pulled out the cake and gave it a poke with his finger. Still jiggly. He sucked the chocolate off his finger - hot, but not bad - and stuck the cake back in the oven.

He leaned against the opposite counter with his arms crossed, deciding to check on it every minute. Even though he didn't really know what he was looking for. When he finally decided it was done, he removed it from the oven and set the pan triumphantly on a towel.

The smell of cake summoned Oliver back to the kitchen. "That's it?" he asked.

"Yup," Eddie said proudly. "Careful, it's hot." Oliver looked at the cake with wary eyes, making Eddie suddenly self-conscious. What was wrong with it? Sure, it was a little dark, but it was chocolate. It was supposed to be!

"It just looks weird because there's no frosting on it yet," Eddie assured him.

"Oh!" Oliver said brightly, restoring Eddie's faith in his cake a little bit. Oliver returned to his toys, and Eddie opened the container of frosting and slathered it on… and it disappeared. He picked up the container and read the instructions. You're supposed to wait until the cake cools. Dammit.

Eddie looked at his wet chocolate monstrosity and wanted to cry. He tried. He really fucking tried. He didn't even know why it was so important; you could whip up a cake anytime you wanted. You did it for his birthday, and for Oliver's, and for Wayne's. He just thought it would be nice if he did it for you too. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he wondered if he had time to run to the grocery store and buy a cake. Or even just the dollar store, for a box of Little Debbie cakes. Birthday tradition demands a cake!

And then you walk in the front door, back from your birthday brunch with the girls.

"Hi, boys!"

Oliver jumps up and runs over for a hug. He buries his face in your stomach, and you sway back and forth with him a few times.

"Wow, did you really miss me that much? I was only gone for a few hours!" you tease with a tussle of his hair. Your eyes meet Eddie's, and you give him a smile. The kind that makes him weak at the knees.

"We made you a cake," Oliver informs you.

"You did?!" you ask with slightly exaggerated surprise. "Show me!"

Oliver leads the way into the kitchen, where Eddie is seconds away from crawling into the oven to hide in shame. Oliver's stares at the cake's current state, and cuts his eyes at Eddie. Even the kid knows he screwed up.

"Ooooh, looks chocolate-y." You look from the cake to Eddie. "Did you help, or did Oliver make this all by himself?"

"This one was allll Dad," Oliver says, making a quick exit. Traitor.

Eddie blows out a huff of air. "I tried," he shrugs.

"It looks great."

"The frosting melted."

"That's okay. It's still there, it'll just make the cake a little wetter."

Eddie looks at you in disbelief. He royally screwed this up. Even Oliver knew it. How are you always so optimistic?

"Have you guys had lunch yet?"

Eddie nods. They'd wolfed down sandwiches and chips before they started gathering ingredients, for baking fuel.

"So can we try it now, or do we have to wait 'til after dinner?"

"You don't have to eat it," Eddie says, "I'll go get you a real one."

"This is the one I want."

"It's going to be terrible."

"Have you tried it?"

Eddie shakes his head. You open the silverware drawer and retrieve a fork, sticking it in the edge… where it does not penetrate. You move the fork a little closer to the middle. Still hard. You keep stabbing, moving a few centimeters closer to the center each time, until the fork finally sinks in. Eddie is mortified. And then he notices your shoulders shaking.

"Are you laughing at me?"

"No," you laugh, not looking at him.

"You are so!" he accuses, and you stop trying to hide it. You let out a laugh and attack him with a hug, leaving the fork sticking in the chocolate disaster. Soon, he's laughing with you. Oliver watches with fascination from a safe distance. Grown-ups are weird.

"Alright, moment of truth," you announce, returning to the counter and lifting a forkful of cake out of the pan. You offer it to Eddie.

"Not it!" he calls before covering his mouth. You turn to Oliver, who ducks behind the counter.

"Wimps!" You take a bite and chew thoughtfully. "Hm."

"Hm?" Eddie asks.

"Hm," you repeat. "Give me a bowl."

Eddie reaches in the cabinet behind him and offers you a cereal bowl.

"We're gonna need bigger bowl."

He grins and swaps it for the mixing bowl in the dish drainer. You nod, and give him a kiss on the cheek as he hands it to you. You turn to the chocolate catastrophe and scoop out the soft middle of your cake, and some of the melted frosting that hadn't completely sunken in, and drop it in the bowl. Then you walk to the freezer and pull out a carton of vanilla ice cream. Eddie fetches the ice cream scoop from its drawer and hands it to you, watching silently.

You cover the cake in ice cream, then grab a handful of chocolate chip cookies from the cookie jar. You crumble them on top of the ice cream, then add a little whipped cream, and some sprinkles for a dash of color.

"Three spoons, if you please," you request as you pick up the bowl with both hands. Eddie pulls three spoons from the silverware drawer and follows you into the living room. Oliver's eyes widen when he sees the size of the massive birthday sundae. You set it on the coffee table with a thud, and take a seat on the couch.

"Alright boys, I'm gonna need some help with this."

Eddie hands out spoons, and you all crowd around the bowl.

Thirty minutes later, Oliver has lapsed into a sugar coma. His snoring little body is stretched out across both of your laps. Your and Eddie's feet are propped up on the coffee table, legs touching, and your head is resting lazily on his shoulder.

"Thank you for the cake," you whisper.

"I tried," he says again.

"I know, baby. And it was perfect."

#writings of despair #funsonsbdaygame #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #janitor!eddie munson

[hackedmotionsensors]

DUDE SERIOUSLY

Its so BLATANTLY OBVIOUS how they're super overcharging for food prices. Thsi used to cause riots in ye olde times.

And what makes it worse is that Ralphs will have "5$ for turkey lunch meat on Tuesdays only!" "5$ for a whole roast chicken THURSDAY ONLY" "5$ for deli stuff like pizza MONDAY ONLY"

which means they CAN charge that low of a price but their standard price is double that. WHich is such fucking garbage. And those aren't even really essential items (Well maybe the lunch meat)

But Eggs being overcharged bc the egg companies used Bird Flu as an excuse to raise the price of poultry and eggs and then they found that there was NO cases of bird flu causing issues with egg distribution and they NEVER lowered the prices for eggs

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Floyd Leech Apprentice Chef Personal Story: Part 2

"Master Chef"

(Part 1) Part 2

[Kitchen]

Master Chef - Floyd Version ～Let's Make Pescatore Bianco 2～

Floyd: Heat olive oil and garlic in the frying pan, and when they become fragrant, add the other ingredients.

Floyd: Quickly sauté everything, then add the white wine and let it steam under the lid.

Ghost Chef: I had prepped some extra ingredients just in case, but it looks like you don't need them at all.

Ghost Chef: Can you put the food you didn't use back into the refrigerator?

Floyd: 'Kaaay～

[opens fridge]

Floyd: Ah, there's a ton of veggies in this fridge. Oooh, they're all super colorful.

Floyd: I see fruit tomatoes, eggplants, yellow zucchini and… what's this huge coral lookin' thing～?

Ghost Chef: That's called a romanesco, which is a type of cauliflower.

Floyd: Oh, so it doesn't need any special prep or nothing, huh. I'll throw this in too.

Ghost Chef: Shoot! I answered on autopilot! You're just going to use an ingredient you're seeing for the first time like that with no hesitation!?

Floyd: Well, 'cause, if it was something with a specific taste or texture, you woulda started with that.

Floyd: You coulda said "that's real bitter," or "that's super hard to chew." Eh, I mean, I guess I'm not the type to say anything either, so.

Floyd: All you said was that it's "a type of cauliflower," so…

Floyd: That just means it'll basically have the same taste and texture of a cauliflower, right? Am I wrong?

Ghost Chef: Th-That's right, but…

Floyd: Right? If it's like a cauliflower, it should absorb the seafood extract to make it even more yummy.

Floyd: The flavor of that chicken I added earlier should also get a nice flavor to it. Mm, but I kinda wanna add one more thing.

Floyd: Ah. That's right, I saw some fruit tomatoes earlier. I'll get some added sweetness from that, and I'll also throw in the eggplant and zucchini…

Ghost Chef: Aaah, Floyd-kun! Don't just start adding random ingredients again… No, wait a moment.

Ghost Chef: With only my one response, he's completely grasped the nature of ingredients he's unfamiliar with and figured out how to make them compatible with his dish.

Ghost Chef: Floyd-kun's potential is greater than I could possibly imagine. If I let him do his own thing, maybe he'll come up with something incredible…!?

Floyd: Dum-de-duuum ♪ I got shrimp, squid, and octopus; chicken and veggies～It's gonna taste so good～♪

Floyd: The Pescatore Bianco's done～♪ Whaddya think? Looks good and colorful, yeah?

Ghost Chef: Yes, yes, it's fantastic! You even thought about how to plate it and made a good choice to leave out the shrimp heads!

Floyd: Wow, that's some high praise… You were complaining so annoyingly earlier, what's with the change of heart all of a sudden?

Ghost Chef: Fufu… As I watched you arrange your dish, my chef's inquisitive nature was piqued.

Ghost Chef: But, this volume of food… Isn't there double the normal portion here?

Floyd: Since the pasta's the most filling, there's still only a single portion of that in the dish, so I'm pretty sure anyone can finish the whole thing, no problem.

Floyd: Mmkay, so time to bring the food out.

[Cafeteria – Judging Venue]

Jade: I wonder if the dish has been completed. It is beginning to smell quite delectable… Oh, hello, Floyd.

Floyd: What, Jade's my judge? Cool, I guess coincidences do happen sometimes.

Jade: I suppose so. I am a little shocked, myself.

Floyd: Mmkay… Here's the dish you ordered. Please enjoy～

Jade: Oh my, my… There is much more in this Pescatore Bianco than any I've ever seen.

Jade: You've used not only seafood, but also chicken and vegetables. It looks quite nutritious and hearty.

Jade: I suppose we could say it is made in "Floyd's Whimsical Style"...

Floyd: Whatever, why don'tcha just eat it already?

Jade: Actually, I've just come from flight classes, so I am absolutely famished… I'll dig in without further ado.

[bite, chew, chew, chew…]

Jade: The seafood and chicken don't overpower the other at all in a good balance of flavors.

Jade: The vegetables not only are a colorful addition to the plate, but are also well seasoned.

Jade: Yes… This is a rather delicious Pescatore Bianco.

Floyd: Seeee～ I told you it'd be a proper Pescatore Bianco, huuh?

Ghost Chef: N-No, we cannot say for certain! This could just be favoritism from a family member, so we should have a more extensive evaluation…

Ghost Chef: Wait, THAT HUGE HELPING OF FOOD IS ALREADY GONE!?

Jade: I was quite hungry, so it went went down so quickly.

Ghost Chef: Floyd-kun, why're you sporting such a huge identical grin as him…!?

Ghost Chef: …I can see from the look on your faces just how good it actually tastes.

Ghost Chef: Wait a minute, were you thinking about how you wanted the final dish to taste and planned out all the ingredients accordingly!?

Floyd: Planned? Why would I go through something that annoying each time I cook?

Floyd: If you eat three meals a day, you should pretty much figure everything out. Stuff like, "if I put these in the same dish, they'll go good together," or "if I put this in, it'll ruin the flavor,"

Ghost Chef: Is that so… You're already at that level of proficiency, I see. Marvelous! That's simply marvelous, Floyd-kun…!

Ghost Chef: That sense of yours is a talent that would be hard to find for most chefs. It really is quite impressive!

Ghost Chef: Let's try to develop that talent even further throughout this session of Master Chef!

Floyd: Hmm～ At the Mostro Lounge, they're so annoying with all that talk of cost or whatever, and doesn't look like that'd be a thing here…

Floyd: Maybe it won't suck takin' this class for a little while longer. Ahah ♪

(Part 1) Part 2

#twisted wonderland #twst #floyd leech #jade leech #twst floyd #twst jade #twst translation #twst masterchef

[yourjughead]

Attack Dog pt 3

Sweet Pea X Reader

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Sweet Pea POV

Jones chickened out and didn't talk to her that day. I chickened out and hid from her for most of the week. I think being honest with her frightened me more than I thought. I let her see a weakness, even if she could probably guess it before I said anything.

I laid out on my couch in my trailer that Friday night, mulling it over. I ran my palms down my face hard, trying to wipe away the cringe I felt about what I said to her before the Serpent thing.

“I'll be fine Arch, talk to you later” the sound of YNs voice in the trailer park sent me upright immediately. I peaked out behind the curtain into the clearing of the park to watch yn hang up her phone and head towards Jones’. What the fuck? She can't be here. I watched as she knocked gently on his door, almost immediately it was opened and he gestured her in.

I waited a few moments before weighing up my thoughts. I don't care, I don't care, I don't care. But what's going on in there? Maybe I do care?

My thoughts were interrupted at the sight of the leader YN had punched into the face last week strolling through the park with some of his confidants. Oh shit. He took out a list, no doubt with our names on it before heading to the trailer closest to the exit, 5 up from Jones. I then saw YN come darting out of his trailer. Was she crying? Oh shit. She slammed the door behind her and tried to collect herself.

I shot up and out of the trailer as I watched the group of Serpents move to the next trailer up and knock on the door. Without really thinking, I ran out across the centre of the park and straight into YNs side, taking her clean off the ground and up and over onto my shoulder. She screamed as I bolted around the back of Jones' trailer and into the wooded area.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” She half shouted after I dropped her to the ground but before I clasped my hand over her mouth. She pushed it away.

“Shh YN, we have to get back to my trailer-”

“-Im not going anywhere with you you freak!” Her eyes were burning red, she was definitely crying but my attack on her had seemed to chase away the tears.

“Your best friends are at the entrance of the park, I'm sure it's just rent they're here for but we gotta get you away from where he might see you” I tried to hide the desperation in my eyes but she saw right through it. She seemed to soften slightly, weighing up her options.

“Or you can go back to Jugheads?” She scoffed at this. As if on que Jones came out of his trailer and called for YN.

“He must have heard you screaming your head off” I rolled my eyes.

“Its not my fault a giant wall crashed into me” she bit. I caught her forearm and crouched down. I waited for Jones to walk towards the entrance. The others must be at least one trailer up by now. Very quickly I ran the both of us across the centre of the park again before YN could object. The sinking sun helped to cover us as we barrelled into my house, I released her arm quickly almost flinging her across the width of the trailer in doing so. I quickly glanced out the closed curtain and saw Jones talking to the Serpents. Phew.

“You're so annoying” my head whipped around to hers in shock.

“I save you, for a second time might I add, and I'm the problem?” I watched her shuffle from foot to foot, crossing her arms over her chest. Oh really she's doubling down on this? I went to speak again but the sound of a fist off metal of door caused us both to jump. I caught YNs arm again and dragged her into my bedroom.

“Stay in here and stay quiet” I closed the door on her before she could object.

“Hello everyone, here for the rent?” I tried to be as relaxed as possible opening the door to my fellow Serpents, rent envelope in hand. They nodded before taking the slip.

“We're having a birthday barbeque outside if you want to join SP” I watched him gesture towards other Serpents as they began to set up. Oh shit.

“Ehhh I'm actually not feeling the best, all that Northside air I've been getting but maybe next time” I went to close the door quickly but a boot landed between it and the frame.

“Okay SP, but don't let that shiny new school make you forget where you came from” I nodded to him slowly as he removed his foot and turned back to the group.

As soon as I had the front door closed, YN had my bedroom door open. Oh shit I hope it was clean in there.

“Do they not sell vacuums on the Southside?”

“Oh my god do you ever take a break from the attack?”

“Says the man that just grabbed me off the side of the road!” she moved towards me, an angry tone building in her. Oh she's not gonna wanna shout at me that's for sure.

“Maybe you'd find it easier to fit back in here if you weren't such a bitch all the time” I looked from her to back outside, yup they're gonna be camped out there eating and drinking for all hours. I sighed looking back to a silent YN who just had her eyes fixed on me, jaw clenched.

“I….that didn't come out how I meant it to?” I tried to salvage the situation as I saw her begin to shake gently, clearly fighting back tears that got away earlier.

“No you meant what you said you were just being-”

“-Harsh” I sat down on the sofa again, cutting her off and gestured for her to do the same. She stayed stood.

“I was going to say honest….I should probably go”

“Id say you're stuck here for the night, they're settling in outside for a long one, Jones too and as much as Id love to see the panic in his face at you leaving my trailer late at night, it's not worth the others maybe recognising you” I gave a half smile. It would be pretty funny to watch Jones try to understand her leaving here. She looked around the space, I suddenly felt very self conscious.

“Look it's up to you, I'm just gonna be watching TV and trying not to be tempted outside by all the fun”

“So you'd stay in here with me instead of going out to your family?” I buried the smile that tried to grow on my face. She finally understanding what the Serpents were to me.

“Yeah but mostly I don't want you rooting through all my stuff” a smile returned to her face, the anger drifting away. She finally nodded, before pulling out her phone to text her mom, probably. It's so weird having parents like that who'd want to know where you're sleeping on a Friday night. I flicked on the tv and patted the seat next to me for her to join, the whole time I could see the cogs turning in her mind. The noise outside began to grow as I'm sure more Serpents came to play.

We channel surfed for an hour or two in silence and eventually landed on some cooking show. I fought the sleep off as best I could before it finally took me with it.

I woke some time later to the sound of very drunk Serpents absolutely mangling a rendition of Look What You Made Me Do by Taylor Swift. I blinked the dark trailer into focus, feeling a weight into my shoulder. I glanced down to find YN asleep against me. Clearly the antics took her energy from her too. I allowed myself to smile at her, only because there was no one else around to corroborate that I did. The sound of a glass bottle smashing off the side of the trailer jolted YN awake and she gently fell back against me, still dozing. She then shot forward as if she remembered where she was and was horrified by it.

“Sorry sorry I fell asleep” she rubbed her eyes while trying to play it off. I missed the warmth alongside me.

“It's okay we just dozed off” another bottle was flung onto the side of the trailer causing us both to jump.

“You sleep in my room, I'll sleep out here, I'll get you a shirt or something to sleep in hang on” I stood on weary legs before directing YN to my bedroom and rifling around in the drawers for something clean. I tossed her an old band tee before leaving her to get changed, arranging a makeshift bed on my sofa.

“Night Sweet Pea….thanks for letting me stay” I caught a glimpse of her in the doorway before she closed me off. I wish she'd only wear my shirts for the rest of our days. I shook the thought from my head and stretched against the sofa as I rolled in. The shouting and singing growing from outside.

I drifted off for about an hour or so, I was woken up hammering on the front door as 2am reared its head.

“Jones?” I squinted an eye and tried to wake my voice.

Part 4

#riverdale #riverdale imagines #riverdale fanfiction #riverdale x reader #jughead #sweet pea #sweet pea x reader #riverdale fic #sweetpeaxreader #sweet pea x oc #sweet pea fic #sweetpea imagine #sweetpea x reader #riverdale jughead #riverdale cw

[bellysoupset]

I love the carsickness story! Dizzy Leo and concerned Jonah is EVERYTHING!!!!!

If you do decide to do a part 2, I have an idea. You don't have to use it, but hear me out:

So, most of the time carsickness can last for a few hours, but sometimes it can take MUCH longer. Same night in the motel, Jon wakes up to the sound of Leo vomiting in the bathroom. They're both confused because they thought Leo would be better by then, and Leo is just so upset about being sick that he's an adorably pathetic combination of sick, emotional, and grumpy, and as concerned as Jon is he can't help but find it a little adorable.

Also, maybe Bella has a horrible headache that makes her nauseous in the middle of the night and Luke is super worried about her.

Suddenly, Wendy and Vince are woken up and are transitioning between helping Leo and Jon to helping Luke and Bell, and they're both just so tired but neither of them are gonna stop helping until Leo's and Bell's auditions for the freaking Exorcist are over.

P.S. I started cackling as I wrote that last sentence. I'm so effing sleep deprived!!😭😭😭

Double whammy of Leo&Bell in pain! Just changing the timing because since they left Maine at 8 AM and the trip lasted only 2 hours, there's no way part two would take place in the middle of the night.

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Jonah wasn't trying to be an asshole. Not really, he didn't slip out of the room, once Leo was finally asleep for good and no longer dry heaving every thirty minutes in the ice bucket, just to be a dick to his friends.

However, he couldn't pretend to be happy about the situation. Anyone with more than three working neurons would've been able to tell that putting Leo in a van, a vehicle famous for setting off motion sickness, for four hours, had a very high chance of ending up with him hurling. Jon couldn't understand how he was supposed to act like this wasn't Bella's fault, when she could've easily prevented this by not puppy eyeing her way into going to a fucking music festival when she could barely stay awake more than a couple of hours and wouldn't even enjoy the bloody thing!

So yeah, he wasn't trying to be a dick but it was really hard not to be one right now.

There was a small diner, adjacent to the motel, and Jonah slipped in, stomach growling painfully since it was well past midday and he was so used to having an early lunch thanks to work. He didn't expect to find Bella, Luke, Wendy and Vince inside, but that was on him, he should've guessed they were hungry too.

If Jonah could turn around and pretend he didn't know them, he would have, because right now he was far too angry to be able to keep a pleasant conversation. Instead, Vince spotted him from across the diner and waved, smiling brightly.

"Come sit down, we're just about to order!"

Bless his soul, Jonah thought bitterly, stepping closer and avoiding looking at Bella, lest the nastiest part of him snapped at her.

"What are you ordering?" he asked, sitting next to Wendy and glaring at the plastic menu in front of him.

"How's Leo?" Bella asked, causing Jonah to grit his teeth.

"Asleep," he said, roughly, before turning to Vince, "so? What are you ordering?

"I got a greek salad," Wendy replied, raising an eyebrow, "did he take the dramamine?"

"Yes," Jonah squeezed the menu in his hands, trying to focus on the goodies that were probably filled with saturated fat, "I'm gonna get the chicken salad."

"I'm really sorry, Jon," Bella said, reaching over the table to grab his hand, "really, I didn't think-"

"Clearly," he interrupted her, then before he could take the words back, Lucas let out a scoff.

"Don't be such a prick, it's no one's fault," he said strongly. If Jonah had ever considered letting go of the matter with Bell's apology, he immediately changed his mind, zeroing Luke's face with a cold glare.

"It absolutely is her fault Leo just got so sick he can't get up from the bed! Anyone with a brain could realize he'd get carsick in a trip like this and we're only here because none of you can tell her no!"

"Jonah, calm do-" Wendy started, but he jerked away from her hand when it came to rest on his bicep, face burning, still glaring at Lucas, who seemed to inflate with just as much anger.

"Leo is a fucking adult who could've said no himself," Luke spat, "you treat him like a child, he's a grown man and if he's sick that sucks, but it's not Bell's fault-"

"So it's fine to push him around to make her happy, but Bella can't take any fucking responsibility!?" Jonah slammed his hand on the table and he was aware he was causing a scene, aware he wasn't that furious at Bella and this was all just exacerbated by the fact that Luke got on his nerves like no one else could. Still, that did not stop him.

"Push him around!?" Lucas stood up too, raising his voice, "who pushed him around!? We asked a simple question and he could've said no! You're acting like a dick because things didn't go your way, just grow the fuck up-"

"Luke, stop," Bella grabbed at his sleeve, trying to pull him down, "Jon's right, it's my-"

"Nice to know just how much you care about him or literally anyone who's not Bella," Jonah cut her off, "you selfish prick."

"You're such a fucking asshole, Jonah! He's carsick! He's not dying!"

"And Bella has four stitches, so we have to go on a fucking road trip to keep her happy! Hypocrite much?"

"Could you two stop?" Vince interrupted them, yanking at Lucas' arm and forcing him to sit back down, "I don't care if you want to squabble like two teenagers, but this is a family dinner, so show some fucking respect. Shut up, Jonah," he snapped as Jon opened his mouth, "either solve this outside or you both shut the fuck up."

"Fine," Jonah scoffed, getting up and power walking outside, "as soon as Leo is better we're getting the fuck out of here."

He was still seething as he entered their room back again, almost trembling with rage to quell the desire to slam the door shut, but not wanting to wake Leo up...

"Leo?" Jonah frowned, his voice coming out at least an octave deeper with how angry he was. The bed was empty, "Leo?"

"Here..." Leo croaked from the bathroom and Jonah took a deep breath to calm himself down, before walking to his boyfriend.

He was expecting to find Leo looking like death, but still he wasn't prepared. His hair was matted down and he was shirtless, lying against the bathtub while his chest heaved with a tired panting.

"Why are you shirtless?" Jonah frowned, crouching down and Leo let out a tired scoff, his head lolling a little as if his neck couldn't support it.

"Puked on my shirt."

"Fuck," Jonah cupped his cheeks, "the meds did nothing?"

"Made my puke pink," Leo said playfully, before pushing Jon's hand off his cheek so he could pitch forward with a gag, hastily pushing the toilet lid up. He coughed and gagged, bringing up frothy bile and then letting out a whimper, resting his forehead to the cold ceramic.

"My stomach hurts," he whined, shoulders shaking as he gulped down the tears, "Jon, I feel like shit..."

"I know, I know," Jonah bit down his lip, rubbing his naked back. He wanted Leo in a hospital, with a nice IV hooked to his arm, zofran knocking him out. Instead they were in the middle of nowhere and he could clearly tell Leo was starting to get dehydrated.

"Please do something," Leo whimpered, hugging his stomach with both arms, "I don't understand how I'm-" he gulped down, "still sick..."

Jonah felt helpless as he said, "you gotta drink water, Leo."

"It's just gonna come back up," the blonde groaned, curling up as much as he could, "everything else did..."

"I know, but at least it won't hurt your throat as much and you won't be super dehydrated..."

Leo groaned and moaned as Jonah stepped outside the bathroom, returning with a bottle of water, "do I really have to?"

"Yes," he turned the cap, holding it to his lips, "c'mon baby, little gulps."

If Jonah ever entertained the idea the water was staying down, Leo got rid of that notion by burping against his hand, then mumbling "shit-" and turning to the toilet as the water came back up, just as transparent, practically ready to be bottled up again.

He panted heavily over the toilet, squeezing his eyes shut, "my head hurts..."

"It's because you're dehydrated," Jonah said, his heart squeezing, "let's try the water again, just a little sip."

Two hours later and a whole water bottle completely wasted and Jonah was at his wits end. Leo had long given up leaning over the toilet, since he had nothing to bring up, and was lying on the bathroom floor, his cheek pressed to Jonah's thigh, crying.

Or at least Jon thought he was crying, he wasn't exactly sure since the tears were few and scarce.

"Shhh, close your eyes," Jon combed his fingers through his hair, "your brain should make sense we're not moving soon..."

"Is this..." Leo sniffled, muffling a sick belch against his jeans, "is this how your vertigo feels?"

Jonah raised an eyebrow, "I wouldn't know," he said, instead of answering worse, since he didn't want Leo to think he was being a baby. He wasn't being a baby, he was in pain.

"I'm so hungry," Leo groaned, rubbing his own stomach, "but just thinking about food..." he gagged and Jonah tensed up, wondering if he was about to get another splash of acid on his jeans. He was incredibly glad he hadn't eaten anything either, otherwise he'd have puked by now.

There was a knock on the door and Jonah let out a scoff, thumping his head back softly against the tiles. If it was Lucas acting like a kicked puppy, he didn't want to hear.

"Jon, the door..."

"I don't care," Jonah rubbed Leo's arm up and down, noticing he was covered in goosebumps from lying on the cold ground, "baby, let's go back to the bed?"

"I don't feel... Jon, I'm gonna puke again..."

"Right now?" Jonah grabbed his bicep, ready to hoist him up, but Leo shook his head, gulping down as acid reflux hit his throat.

"Soon..."

"Yeah, no," Jon decided, grabbing Leo and pulling him sitting up, "you're gonna catch fucking pneumonia lying on this cold ground, you can puke in the bucket by the bed, c'mon."

It was a hassle to bring Leo back to the bed when he was so unsteady on his feet and once they fell on the mattress, Jonah considered just lying there, with his boyfriend starfished on top of him, before there was yet another knock on the door.

"Bloody hell!" he exclaimed, causing Leo to whine against his neck.

"Don't yell, my head is killing me..."

"Sorry," Jonah rolled them on the bed, fixing Leo's head on the pillow, "give me a second..." he walked to the door, deciding that he would punch Luke if he said yet another stupidity.

It was much to his surprise when he opened the door and his visitor was nearly an entire foot shorter than he was expecting.

Wendy was holding a little to-go box of food and she was pouting, "peace offering?"

Jonah raised his eyebrows, unsure if he accepted the peace offering when he knew damn well Wendy never let anything go, "what do you want?"

"I brought you food, since you're probably starving," she answered instead, holding the box before his face. He let out a sigh, stepping to the side in a wordless acceptance of her white flag and she entered the room, immediately gasping.

"Leo?!"

"Yeah, he's still throwing up, I don't know what to do..." Jonah said, while Wendy abandoned the box in the tiny table next to the frigobar and rushed to the bed, touching Leo's clammy cheeks.

"Hey, blondie, open your eyes for me..."

"He's awake, he's just weak," Jonah vouched, opening the box and immediately stuffing his mouth with the fried chicken she had brought. His stomach was hurting from hunger.

"Leo?" Wendy patted his cheeks, "honey, hey... Can you hear me?"

"Why are you in my room?" Leo answered and Jonah snorted at the bitchy type of comment that was normally reserved for his ears only. Wendy let out a relieved sigh.

"You look like death."

"Thanks, I feel like death too," Leo croaked, turning his face away from her touch, "stop pinching me."

"He's dehydrated," Wendy said, squeezing the skin between her index and thumb.

Jonah rolled his eyes, "I know, but he stopped puking for twenty minutes now. I'm gonna try water again."

"Water won't do," Wendy scoffed, getting up, "I still have the sublingual zofran I got for the Sicily trip..."

"You do?" Jon raised his eyebrows and Wendy glared at him.

"You'd know if you weren't sulking in your room."

"Stop being mean to him," Leo groaned, shoving Wendy's knee and she slapped his hand away, unbothered by the fact he was sick or not.

"I'm gonna be mean to him all I want. Ask your boyfriend why he made Bella cry," she said, before getting up and barging out to grab the medicine. Leo groaned, taking a second to be able to look at Jonah with glassy, unfocused eyes.

"You didn't."

"I didn't," Jonah agreed, but he wasn't sure of it. He had been so furious at Luke, he hadn't actually spared Bell a glance. Guilt made his stomach churn, "I don't think I did."

"Jon..." Leo groaned, then grimaced, planting a hand on his chest, his throat bobbing up and down. Jonah sighed, crossing the room in two steps and grabbing the ice bucket, holding it under Leo's chin to catch a thin dribble of water and bile.

The blonde groaned loudly, forcing up a sick belch and then collapsing against the pillows, struggling to catch his breath. He closed his eyes again, a pained frown on, then rasped, "go apologize..."

"You're out of your mind, poor thing," Jonah rolled his eyes, rubbing his back, "take a breath, baby, Wendy's got the good drugs. They'll knock you right out."

"Uhm..." Leo winced as a cramp hit his stomach, "apologize, Jon."

"Nope," Jonah leaned in, kissing his temple, "shhhh, stop talking."

Wendy walked back in the room, holding a paper box with tiny pink meds and now with a bottle of gatorade in her other hand. Jonah felt incredibly grateful, his cheeks burning with a guilty blush.

Surely Wendy was just exaggerating it, right?

"Open up," she bossed and Jonah gently forced Leo to open his mouth, the blonde frowning with indignance, but far too weak to fight him. Once the little pill was put on his tongue, Wendy glanced at her phone, checking the time.

"We need to wait fifteen minutes," she said, as if Jon didn't know that already. He stared at Leo, who was not asleep, but seemed to be, face all slack, slumped over the pillow.

"I didn't make her cry, did I?" he asked in a low voice, brushing Leo's sweaty bangs away from his forehead.

Wendy scoffed, "yes, you did."

"Bella doesn't cry," he argued weakly and Wendy glared at him, moving so he couldn't avoid her eyes.

"She does when she's got brain surgery literally fifteen days ago and some jackass decides to yell at her for wanting to get out of the house."

"I didn't yell at her," Jonah pouted and Wendy leveled him with a cold glare.

"Lucas is going to punch your teeth in," she warned him, "and I'm not lifting a finger to help."

"You are terrible to me," Jonah groaned, moving his hand down to Leo's cheeks, "baby? Are you still awake?"

"Unfortunately," Leo whined, but he sounded much more at ease, "I think the meds are kicking in..."

Wendy glanced at her phone, lifting it up so Jonah could see only seven minutes had passed. It wasn't time enough for the medication to be really acting, but regardless Jonah stroked Leo's cheek, whispering, "good, let's wait just a little bit more, love."

"Uhm, kay..." Leo yawned, slumping even more against the pillows.

Wendy gestured to the door with her head, mouthing the words "go apologize" and Jonah frowned, glaring at Leo, as if to say he couldn't just leave him alone. She rolled her eyes in response and gestured at herself, "I'm here."

Realizing he'd have no choice but to apologize, Jonah got up from the bed with a groan of his own, "if Luke punches me, I'm punching right back."

"He's not gonna punch you..." Leo mumbled, sleepily and Jon rolled his eyes at his little reassurance.

"I'll be right back."

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As far as Luke was concerned, they should all just go and leave Jonah and Leo stranded behind. That'd teach him to not be a fucking asshole all the time.

Bella had started to openly cry in the diner and while Luke knew that the emotional fluctuations were a direct result of the head wound, that didn't stop him from seeing in red as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer.

"Shhh, Bell, calm down, calm down," he chanted, almost rocking her on the seat. Bella crying was out of character enough, but her crying in public and not minding it? He felt like he was the one with the head injury.

Vince let out a pitiful noise, moving closer, "beautiful, Jonah is just being a prick because he's worried about Leo, he doesn't mean that..." he reassured her, but Bella shook her head, her whole face all red.

"He-he-hessright," she sobbed, causing Luke to squeeze her just a little tighter.

"Jon hasn't been right about a thing in his entire life," he scoffed, kissing the top of her head, "don't listen to him, baby."

She wasn't listening, Jonah had successfully reduced Bella to a mess of nothing but tears and eventually they decided that having lunch there, where all the other patrons were still watching, wasn't gonna happen and they got their to-go boxes, Luke almost carrying Bell out of the seat as she still shook with sobs.

He was going to kill Jonah, he thought darkly, helping her into their room and trying, once again, to wipe the tears away, "babe, shhh, it's not that big of a deal, I promise you..."

"It - its though!" She curled up on the bed, hugging her knees, "he's right, it's my fault, I pro-proposed the trip, I-" her shoulders shook as she forced the words out, "I got Le-Leo sick and now Jon hates me and- I wish we had never gone in this st-stupid trip."

Lucas let out a scoff, rubbing her back, "no, Leo got sick, shit happens, it's got nothing to do with you..."

"You-you don't understand," Bella huffed, squirming away from him, "stop touching me."

"Bell..."

"S-stop!" She pushed him away, rolling on her side and curling up on fetal position on the bed, "just-just leave me alone."

Lucas moved away from her on the bed, but he didn't get up, watching her like a hawk. Eventually, the sobs stopped as Bella got knocked back, exhaustion taking her under.

There was a knock on the door and Lucas got up stiffly, cracking his neck. If it was Jon, he was going to wring his neck.

Except it wasn't, it was just Vin, holding a little cupcake, "I brought Bella her favorite."

"She's asleep," Lucas scoffed, moving away from the door to let his best friend in, "can you believe he called me selfish? That idiot?"

Vince shrugged, unbothered as he circled the bed to plant the cupcake near the bedside table on Bella's side and pushed a curl away from her face, "you're gonna wake her up, calm down."

"I'm going to kill him, that's what I'm gonna do," Luke decided, barging for the door, only for Vince to run after him and grab him by the back of his shirt.

"No, you're not. Leo's still sick, you're gonna stop being a prick yourself and sit the fuck down," Vin scoffed, dragging him back inside.

"He made her cry!"

"You helped!" Vince whisper yelled, shutting the door, pinching his nose bridge, "look, I know you're angry. I'd be too if I were in your shoes, but you can't just go deck Jon down. You're an adult, stop that, dude."

Lucas grumbled, crossing his arms and refusing to listen to reason, throwing Bella another anxious and guilty glare, "it's not fair she thinks it's her fault, Vince."

"I know, Luke, but punching Jon isn't gonna change that, it'll just make her feel worse," Vince sighed, sitting on the bed and tucking the blankets tighter around Bella. It caused Lucas' shoulder to drop, the gentle act of affection that Vince clearly wasn't thinking about.

They were his family, he didn't want to punch Jonah, even if he was furious at him. He certainly wasn't happy about Leo feeling sick either.

He settled back down on the chair, picking at to-go box of food, while Vince relaxed, now confident Luke wasn't about barge in the room two doors down.

Lucas was just about to calm down, when Bella stirred on the bed, fifteen minutes later. Vince moved as she lightly kicked him, letting out a groan and rolling on the bed, with a frown on.

"Bell?" Vin called, touching her arm, "you awake?"

She opened her eyes, confused, her brows meeting in a harsh frown, before sitting up suddenly and making a horrible choking noise... And throwing up all over her band t-shirt and the blankets on her lap.

"Fuck!" Vince lurched back, narrowly avoiding getting his arm covered in vomit since he was reaching to thump on her back. Lucas jumped up, circling the bed to grab the waste basket, but it was too late, the mess was made and chaos installed in the room.

"Shit," Luke cursed, holding the paper waste basket under her chin, while Vince moved on the bed to hold her hair back, tears starting to run down her cheek as Bella continued to heave.

"m'sorry-" she slurred, spitting a mouthful of acidic vomit inside the bin, wincing, "my head- my head'hurts..."

"Shhh, it's okay," Lucas whispered, rubbing her back, "it's alright, baby, don't worry about this."

"I made- made a mess," Bella coughed and Vince let out a little noise, bunching up her curls in one hand of his, twisting it in a knot.

"Don't worry about that, I'll take the blankets to the motel's laundry," he whispered, meeting Lucas concerned glare over her head.

"Yeah, I'm gonna help you out of this shirt, baby-" He glanced at Vince who nodded, getting up from the bed and moving to where Luke had unceremoniously dumped their bag hours before.

"Can it be one of yours?" he whispered, crouching down before the clothes and heard Luke's little "sure" as response.

Vince cringed as he fished out the shirt and could hear Bella whimpering and getting sick again, crying about how her head was exploding.

"Is this normal?" he asked, passing Luke the shirt and starting to peel off the ruined blankets from her lap, trying to avoid making a bigger mess.

"Yes... I don't know, I think so. The doctor wasn't very specific," Lucas said, still rubbing her back, "Bell, are you done?"

"I don't know," she groaned, voice echoing inside the bucket, "my stomach hurts."

"You don't think its a bug, is it?" he asked and she shook her head.

"No, everything... Everything just hurts, Luke..."

Vince successfully managed to get the blanket folded up and lifted it up, away from his body, "I'll be right back."

"C'mon, baby, let's get you cleaned up," Luke said, nodding to Vince and wrapping his wife's arms around his neck, lifting her up easily. He planted her sitting on the closed toilet, leaving the new shirt on top of the sink and carefully maneuvering the destroyed one off of her.

"This is so humiliating," Bella whimpered, curling up as Luke wiped her chin and mouth with a wad of toilet paper, "I'm tired, Luke..."

"You can slee-"

"No, I'm tired of this," Bella shook her head, "I'm tired of being sick and in pain, I'm- I'm tired. Please, make it stop..."

His heart squeezed and his eyes stung, causing Lucas to gulp against the knot in his throat, "babe, you're getting better, I promise you... "

"No, I can't, I can't do this anymore," Bella teared up all over again, "I'm so fucking exhausted and everything hurts and I- I made Leo sick and I hate this stupid trip and my stupid brain and-"

"Shhh, you're gonna make yourself sicker," Lucas interrupted, kissing her brow and carefully putting the new shirt over her head, "I know you're in pain, baby, but you have to know Leo wasn't your fault. None of this..."

"Except it fucking was," Bella scoffed, curling up on top of the toilet, hugging her knees to her chest, "I feel awful, Luke..."

There was a knock on the door, so Lucas rolled his eyes, jerking his head so he could yell "It's open!" to Vince, before looking back at her.

"No, it wasn't, Bell-"

"It was though," Bella insisted, a fresh new batch of tears running down her face, "Leo is sick and everything fucking hurts and I- I don't know what to do, I wish we were home..." she whimpered, clutching her head and Lucas flinched as he saw a thin line of blood start to run down her nose.

"We'll be home soon, baby," he said, while frantically rolling up more toilet paper, wiping the blood from under her nose, only for even more to continue to gush down.

"I don't... I don't feel well..." Bella mumbled, paling considerably and Lucas lurched, grabbing her by the shoulders before she could hit her head back against the metal flush.

"I got you, I got you-" except that he didn't. He was in way over his head, worried beyond logic and unsure of what to even do first. Bell's face white and clammy, her throat bobbing nervously as it looked she was about to throw up again, blood still gushing down her nose, covering her lip and her neck-

"Here," Jonah said, sidestepping him and holding a bunch of toilet paper under her nose, grabbing Bella's nose and squeezing the tip, while leaning her forward.

"Get the fuck out of here," Lucas scoffed, but there was no heat, he was too worried and too relieved it was Jon to give a shit.

"Shut up," Jonah kicked his thigh, then gestured for the trashcan, "get the bin, she's gonna be sick."

Lucas scrambled for it, holding it open just in time for Bella to let out yet another stream of vomit, barely gagging, sounding and looking out of it.

Jonah gagged, ducking his face in his shoulder and Luke ignored him, holding Bella's forehead.

"Shhh, get it up, baby..."

"I'mreally-" she burped again, choking in the sick, "m'reallyry-sorry..."

"I know, I know," he whispered, while Jonah let out a guilty whine above her head, rubbing her back.

"It's fine, don't think about it," he said, his voice a notch softer and Bella let out a groan, clutching the bin's edges until her knuckles turned white.

"Everything is spinning..."

"Bella, hey-" Lucas patted her cheek, "don't pass out, baby, open your eyes-"

"Luke," Jonah shook his head, his voice a whisper, "it's okay, she's okay," he said calmly, "I got her."

And he really did, because a second later Bella's spine gave up on her and her whole weight collapsed against Jon's leg. He cupped her head, crouching down to steady her on the seat and shoving Lucas out of the way.

"Let's get her lying down, feet up, it's probably just a blood pressure drop because of the nose bleed..."

If Lucas noticed just how his voice trembled, he didn't say anything. Together they managed to get Bella back in the bedroom, piling some pillows her under her legs to make the blood flow back up and then...

Then there was nothing to do.

Jonah moved uneasily, eyes darting from Bell to Luke and then back again, "I... I shouldn't have said that."

"I care about Leo," Lucas scoffed, at the same time as Jon spoke up.

Jonah let out a groan, rubbing his face, "yeah, I know, I'm just pissed off-"

"And I'm just pissed because you're not being fair with her," Lucas pouted, "if it's on anyone, it's on me. You know I was the one who asked Leo to tag along, not Bell."

"Because of Bella."

"I'm still the one who said it, so at least be pissed at me, not her."

Jonah let out a scoff, rolling his eyes, "I'm always pissed at you, Lucas, there's no difference there."

Luke snorted, carefully combing his fingers through Bella's hair, avoiding the stitches, "how's Leo?"

"Knocked out, still sick, dehydrated. Wendy got him some good drugs though, so I'm hopeful he'll feel better soon..."

An awkward silence followed and they both avoided each other's eyes, before Lucas huffed, "I'm sorry, this trip was a stupid idea."

"It wasn't," Jonah shook his head, "but bad fucking timing..." he sat on the edge of the bed, "I didn't mean to make her cry, I swear I didn't."

Luke raised his eyebrows, unimpressed, "well, you did."

"I'll apologize to her," Jonah promised, his pride be damned. Luke sighed, nodding.

"Fine, if you apologize to her."

"If you apologize to Leo for making him come."

"I didn't make him come."

"Lucas," Jonah glared at him and the other man pouted, nodding again.

"Fine, I'll apologize."

#your honor they're siblings #isabella martinez #leo wagner #carsickness #car sickness #head injury #concussion #emeto #sickfic #mywriting

[survivalist-anon]

Log 9: Old wounds heal twice

Walking into a picturesque farmland seems to never get old, I could see Mr.McGregor's farm a little ways up the hillside. Fjord had tirelessly marched with me for a better half of 10 miles.

"Ah, ready to see some chickens?", i could tell he was exited.

"Aye, don't worry lass, I have plenty of bolts ready.", with absolute gusto.

Fjord seemed a little too exited, I'm not sure what he was expecting, but hopefully he wasn't going to cause too much trouble. On that thought, I suddenly remembered that slip of paper Aldercon had given me. Taking out the paper, I was a bit.....well.... confused.

Pine Hills is currently home to a population of 900 or so people.....there was 7 names on this piece of paper.

Three I recognized, I wasn't too shocked to see James and nurse Amila on this list. However, I was actually surprised to see Mr. And Mrs Bellcaller was on here.

The other four ....were a mystery to me....never have I heard of their names....or known anyone close to those names.

"Hmm...Fjord looks like you're going to have to sneak in, I'm not certain if McGregor knows about space marines...nor do I have any idea hows going to take it.", I tried to come up with a plan...and fast.

Scratching his head, he hatches up a deceptively simple plan. "...hmmm...why don't we ...tell him it's a costume?".

"A costume? That's actually crazy enough to work.", I gave him an agreement nod.

"haha, we can say it's for that strange celebration you mortals like to do during the colder weather! I'm certain you know ".

'A cold weather celebration', that had me a little bit puzzled for a second until I realized what he was taking about, "You mean Halloween, it's the only holiday where people intentionally use costumes."

He nodded, "yes! That's the celebration! I remember last year we passed by your village and saw the whole thing. We were wondering why there were so many screams yet...there was laughter? At first we wanted to stop what we thought was someone torturing some unlucky sod. The look on our faces when all we saw were you mortals dressed up all merrily...it looked like good fun.", he seemed to reminisce about that day almost to the point of nostalgia, even if was only last year.

I even started to remember my past Halloweens too, good times of mystical spooky fun. "Well, it's still six months away. I bet we can plan something for this year if you want.".

If he had a tail, he'd furiously wagging it. "Sounds like a plan.".

We both hurried a little to farm. "Wait here, I'll just get a head to see if he's there and tell him you're a friend working on a costume. Deal?", I patted him on the arm.

"Deal.", in return, he patted my head. I don't know why or if it's because I've been with him and his animalistic nature rubbed off on me....but I liked it. It felt good for some reason.

I jogged to the barn, as I looked around, no one. It was strangely quiet for some reason. I looked to see if there any sitting near the farm house, nope. I checked the inside of the barn to see if there was anyone in there. Nope, just chickens and a few pigs. McGregor and Anna weren't anywhere to be seen either. It was just them after all.

I had a gut feeling I should double check if their truck was still here. I run to their driveway, it wasnt there. Even there was something lurking anywhere, the chickens were doing fine, just running around either free roaming or in the coups. "guess they were on their farmers supply run.", I speculated.

I quickly run back to Fjord's line of sight, "ALL CLEAR!", I motion for him to come. He adjusted his clothes bag that Bilhard had given him, and runs on all fours up the hillside. Goodness, he was wild. "Looks like you have free range in the meantime."

He stopped and stood up, he sniffed the air. "Huh, so...what do we need to kill one?".

At this point I started tilting my head, "oh they're not big. They're small animals. Remember my first kill technically was at 5 years old.". Walked to one of the coops where McGregor keeps his "sale chickens", these are for purchase so long as you leave the money in the cash box attached to the coop. "See, I shot this breed.", showed him the iconic white chicken that everyone is familiar with.

His reaction was again interesting to see. "Huh, they're not that intimidating.....are they edible?".

"Yep, you killed them, pluck them, drain the blood, clean them up and then cook them. Most people don't do that anymore because they can just buy already cooked or butchered chicken in the store....I think a little than a few decades ago people did have to prepare one halfway through the process."

As I was explaining this, I hear a flock of chickens clucking violently, as if they were interested in something. I turn to see a small group of them, horrifyingly pecking and killing a mouse that was unfortunate enough to sneak into the coop.

I for one, completely forgot how vicious chickens can be..... considering they were once dinosaurs....I should be ashamed for not remembering that detail.

Fjord, for some reason was impressed, "Hmm, I see you faced a worthy adversary in your youth.", teasing me and my first hunt. Of course.

I roll my eye a bit, "yes it very harrowing. Now, let's see if there's any-" I open the outdoor fridge next to the coop, only to find someone had vandalized the fridge by crushing all the eggs McGregor had probably harvested this morning."-left.".

Fjord peaked into the fridge, "well now that's a waste."

"You have no idea..." as I drop my head in mild inconvenience, I noticed a clue. A name tag...a name tag with a familiar logo on it. The Wonder Mart logo.

"Interesting..........", taking my phone out, I take pictures of the tag on the ground, the tag next to the fridge and coop, and the inside of the fridge. ".....ooohhh Anna is gonna hate me for texting her dad this ....but this could be big.".

Fjord in the meantime was watching me basically collect criminal evidence, he looks at the coop and finds the rooster.

This rooster is the closest thing to either a domestic terrorist or those campy signs of the devil worship that Pine Hills could have.... because this was a Black Spanish Rooster....with a bad temperament.

I turn to see Fjord on the defensive and the Rooster (whom I've come to call Cortez), having the silliest standoff I could witness.

"Lass, where's yah bow? I think I need it.", he sarcastically asked. "Seriously, this thing has some brass balls or somethin."

Cortez had begun to angrily erring at Fjord. Apparently, human men aren't the only ones that can have their masculinity challenged. With feathers ruffled, he suddenly jumps on Fjord's helmet and furiously claws and peck the helmy.

I was at this point expecting him to grab the rooster and kill with his bear hands, but he just stood there.

"Lass help. I've angered it.", it was the most monotoned cry for help I've heard from anyone.

"Oh God, one second." I rush to open the coop door, hoping to let the rooster in.

The sound of the hatch being lifted was like music to Cortez's ears, he calmed down the second the metal scraped against each other. Flapping furiously towards the coop for a legendary night of love making.

I am certain, Anna is going to fucking kill me now.

Fjord shook his head, removing his helmet he begrudgingly wiped the feathers grime off. "Are the males edible? I bet that one would make a mighty mouthful." He glared at Cortez, who's bad behavior has now been rewarded with several very fertile hens. "So what's the plan now?".

I could see I was going to have to go to the corner store in town for eggs. Lucky, my property was just a mile away. "That way. We head home. I can't just raid McGregor's kitchen for eggs, also I don't have a coop to keep chickens of mine own... neither do I care to have chickens for eggs. It's getting late, we can have some food at home, relax and who knows you can come with me to work tomorrow.", since James is in the list, I'm sure he won't mind Fjord, at least in disguise, just hanging out.

"ah, sorry about your eggs lass.", I get another head pat.

"Ah it's alright, things like this can happen.", it happens, but not like this. I leave the tag there on the ground for McGregor to find, I've already set the pictures and gifted him several more chicks.

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Stewing on the hood of his patrol vehicle, having already eaten his lunch. Jeff postulates a way to make amends with Lorey.

"hmm..."Lorey, I know what happened back at the campground was....bad...but I'm sorry and I forgive you too", yeah...that should work....maybe I should have brought her a burger? Hmm...".

He waits a little more, class his partner from the patrol car walkie, " ~chk This is Officer Colt, any signs of the target?"

On the other line, his partner, another local PD named Thomas answers on his end, "~chk Jeff, come one man. We've been through this. Get over her, and find yourself a new gal. It ain't worth the embarrassment man."

Jeff not wanting to hear this, "~chk Tom, you don't understand. I really miss her, want to say sorry "

"~chk, bud, asking her out again isn't sorry. Just forget about her. Heck me and the guys are heading to Portland later this week for some fre-acky stuff man...you should come.... maybe you'll find a less spastic gal."

Letting out a heavy sigh, "~chk, let me try one more time, over.". He cuts off the walkie....he looks to the field and wonders if his plan is going to work. "maybe I have some fries left.", looking into his take out bag, he can see he had pretty much finished everything.

~~~~~~~~~~

"-and than, when it got darker, my dad let the grill up. Man with the light of the brackets it was so cool. It was like fire magic.", I saw Fjord's face going from enjoying my story to suspicious.

"Fire Magic?", he asked with a cocked brow.

"It's a figure of speech, it was a cool and interesting moment that can look a little extraordinary because it's bright embers at night.", that was the second time I could see a genuine look of seriousness about the concept of magic. "What's your issue with magic? You do understand runes like the ones all over your armor are pagan."

His cocked brow goes away, "Pagan?", again genuine curiosity had struck again.

I could tell the conversation had become complicated, "ugh....ok I'll probably be able to explain it when I get-fuck me in every fucking direction what is Jeff doing here."

Fjord looked like his heart skipped a few beats, until he looked towards my cabin. "....who is he? Is he an intruder? Should i-", I raise my hand to steady him.

"please no... unfortunately everyone here knows I use a bow and arrow and he's a police officer. If he disappears than I technically disappear.", whatever good mood I was in had just went out the window.

Fjord could feel my frustration, he gave a soft growl and attempted to pass me to get to Jeff.

"Wait wait, Fjord hold on what are doing?", I grab his furred belt and nearly dislocated my arm from the force of him leaving my grip. The closest thing to that was holding on to a car as it was slowly rolling away. I run in front of him, "Stop stop stop! What are you doing?! You can't just walk up to him. Please wait here, trust me. My wrath is already too much for his little sad skull to handle.".

He looks at me, than to the cop car in the distance, "ok lass ....but if anything happens....I won't hesitate.".

"you can scare him, just please put your helmet on while doing it.", I knew from the one marine who killed Grandpa and from the video of 'Big Blue' that their armor was completely bulletproof. Plus it would hide Fjord 's identity.

I give a reassuring pat on his breast plate. "I'll be ok". I take a deep breath and march to my driveway.

As the sound of my stomps came closer, Jeff decides to pull his gun, "FREEZE!", his flushed cheeks had all the blood drain from his face.

He was officially done to me.

"....first you leave me in the middle of the forest....alone...you TAKE my car and abandon me....now....THIS!?", I've had enough.

"Lorey!? Oh my lord I am sorry! I-I just wanted to apologize a-and I was just-", he knew he had just fumbled his last ball with me.

"JUST WHAT?!? AM I JUST SOME SUSPICIOUS CHARACTER TO YOU NOW?!?", I was shaking, tears in my eyes, almost blinding me. Probably for the better not to see his face.

What I didn't know, was the moment I screamed. Fjord was going to take initiative.

"Lorey for Christ's sake! Can you please stop being over dramatic! What about me!? I heard something that night that scared the living shit out of me and THIS IS HOW YOU TREAT ME?!", his shouting was just as bad as mine.

The difference was I wasn't use to losing my temper like he was, he was very use to it.

"AT LEAST YOU HAD A WAY TO GET BACK HOME! I SPENT SEVERAL HOURS UNTIL THE DEAD OF NIGHT! NEARLY 20 MILES AWAY FROM FUCK ALL NOWHERE IN THE APPALACHIA MOUNTAINS! If it weren't for a gang of bikers finding me cold, wet and SCARED to death on the side of the highway I WOULD BE DEAD!", whomever was in earshot, had just heard the truth behind my breakup with Jeff.

"Oh so you're calling me a coward?! For defending myself and doing what it took to survive?!?, his hands were spread out, lucky for me he had put his gun on the hood of his patrol car and rarely used his taser. "You know what!? You're under arrest!", he hastily took out his handcuffs.

I was absolutely dumbfounded, "For what yelling at you?!?"

He than spoke to me in a tone I would have never imagined hearing from him in my whole life, "For resisting arrest and assault of an officer.". Something in him changed that very second.

I was for the first time actually afraid of him.

I considering myself dead that very second....until....the patrol car had just dropped right behind Jeff.

Both of us letting out screams of own. However, I wasn't sure if I was the one screaming at a decibel on bats can hear.

I saw that Fjord had effortlessly thrown the patrol just inches away from Jeff's back.

Jeff, now visibly shaking, looked over his shoulder and saw his now turned over vehicle. "Oh man..... dad's going to kill me.", he haphazardly took out his taser and pointed to whomever did this.

He turned to see Fjord, just ten feet away, the eyes of his helmet glowing red, and menacingly standing there, growling loud enough for me to feel it.

I knew he and the others were protective, but this was a whole different level of scary. I could see him slowly coming towards us.

By this point, I was more scared for Jeff. I can see that he was crying, soaked in sweat, nothing in his training could prepare him for this. He pulls the trigger and as the electric dart shoot out. Nothing, just the drowned out sounds of the car alarm of the patrol vehicle and the pathetic buzzing of the wires.

Fjord didn't even flinch, of course he wasn't going to flinch.

Jeff had to now rely on his gun...which wasn't holstered to his belt.

"oh my God nononono please oh God no.", his panicked state had unraveled him into a mess. He saw that Fjord was mockingly holding his gun like a toy.

"yah want this, boyo?", even his voice was closer to growling than before. He than throws Jeff's gun back at him, "pick it up."

Jeff hesitated, still shaking and blathering nonsensically to himself.

"Pick. It. UP!", the growl had gone to a mild roar.

Jeff gave a quick scream, with a violently shaking hand, he picked up the gun.

Fjord coldly stared at him, unmoving. "....do it."

Still shaking, Jeff again hesitated.

"DO IT. COWARD!", he roared again.

I didn't know what to make of this, it was as if all the anger I had felt physically manifested in front of me and now all I feel is regret.

I genuinely hated Jeff, but this felt it had gone too far.

Jeff suddenly, stopped shaking. Something in him snapped again, he grinned and unloaded on to Fjord. All he did was yell, shoot until there was only clicks.

Fjord. Was completely unharmed. The bullets didn't even chip the paint off his armor.

Jeff's manic grin, slowly turned into a look of horror.

Fjord, silently steps up to Jeff, towering over him. Gently grabs the gun by the barrel, and crushes it as if it were make of old cheap plastic. He leaned closer to Jeff's face.

"boo."

Jeff screamed a blood curling scream and ran off as fast as he could

I was horrified, silently crying from yelling at Jeff and having just witnessed less than a fraction of what Fjord was capable of.

He turned to me, probably hoping for me to thank him, but I think he realized he scared me in the process.

He took off his helmet, "Lorey?", I slowly slumped down to the ground, everything has taken a good bit of my strength. "no no no please lass, I only ment to scare him. I swear, I wasn't going to do anything.... please.. please don't be afraid of me."

I took deep breaths, I stared out into the dusk of the evening, I looked to Fjord and all I can see was the look of guilt in those golden eyes of his. Now practically glowing in the dim light.

I knew what I was getting into, I could see the signs. I took a deep breath, this was a sign that I'm in a situation where I am dealing with extraordinary men capable of things I'm going to have to prepare myself for....he was slowly waking towards me, probably at this point not wanting to frighten me.

"please lass, I'm sorry. I won't do that ever again... please I'm-", he was like a child who had just been found with his father's gun and was begging for forgiveness. The heartbreak I felt for him just now was indescribable, he genuinely felt remorse.

I know why he did it, I was not going to be mad at him for doing his job. After all, Jeff wasn't just being an asshole that moment.... something felt terrible in him.

Wiping my face and nose, trying to control myself. "It's ok Fjord, it's alright...*hic*, you did good. It's ok ", we just hugged it out on the driveway.

I wasn't thinking about any witnesses, nor what Sten and Toke would think.

All I can do, should do...and would do, is forgive him. "It's alright, I'm ok....it was the heat of the moment, I was yelling at him too...and you protected me. It's all that matters. I'm not afraid of you, I'll never be afraid of you."

He looked up at me, I have no idea how I just made a harden warrior from fucking outter space cry a little for doing his job....but I can't blame him. All I can do now was hug his big fluffy red head, "now *sniff*, let's get inside before Jeff comes back with back up."

Fjord picked me up from the ground, carrying me, "yes lass....do you want me t-

"OH STOP THAT, you asshole joking in a time like this?!", my laughing betrayed my momentary anger at that joke. The tension had to have given way at some point or another.

His hardy laugh was contagious. "IM SORRY LASS, I COULDN'T HELP IT.", we just continued laughing to the door.

We're both morons.

End of log 9

@egrets-not-regrets @barn-anon @kit-williams

#space marine husbandry #warhammer 40k #space marine #survival log #space marine husbandry sentience #space marines #space wolves

[cookiesuga55]

Royal Pet~

Corrupted royalty AU, where all the King's servants and slaves must be fat as signs of his wealth. If the King can even afford to overfeed his workers and slaves, then he must be rolling in riches and luxury while the rest of the kingdom struggles to put bread on the table.

The absolutely massive blob of a king, Jungkook, checks up on his slaves every month as they present themselves to his highness in the lavishly adorned royal court. He munches through a feast and nods in approval if they're round enough, or purses his lips and narrows his eyes if they don't meet his standards. And they're immediately taken out of the King's presence and whisked away for fattening.

Namjoon is a new slave in the castle and doesn't know that this is why everyone is so slow in completing their work. All of the servants and slaves are huffing and red-faced, struggling with all of the extra weight as they do the King's laundry and cook feasts for his majesty's royal belly.

Namjoon is confused as he's pulled out of his work and taken to the throne room one day. He's nervous to be in the King's presence, but he is even more frightened that his owner seems... incredibly displeased with him. Namjoon completes four times as much work as anyone else does! He should be rewarded for being a good servant! However, the King looks him up and down. He frowns deeply.

Namjoon is fearful that the massive King's displeasure will mean that he's sent away... or thrown into the dungeon... or worse. He drops to his knees and crawls towards the King, kissing at his feet and begging for mercy. He cries that he'll do anything the King wants of him.

Jungkook's frown turns into a pleasured smile at the cuteness of this new addition to his wealth. He's heard reports that Namjoon is a good slave. He works hard and eats all of his portions, even as they have slowly been doubled without the boy noticing. The King grins at the sobs of "I'll do anything, your majesty, anything!"

Jungkook is so endeared. He's been wanting a pet, and this sweet slave needs feeding up. He'll personally ensure that the cute, skinny little thing at his feet fattens into a nice, hearty size.

Little does Namjoon expect to be wrapped up in silk clothes, deposited in the huge King's lap, and adorned with leather clasped around his neck and a pretty diamond dangling on his collarbones. The collar leads to a leash that the King securely has tied to his immense throne, and Namjoon... is now supposed to stay here? With the King? He definitely is not worthy of that. But he'll do as he's ordered. Even if he doesn't really understand why he's now up on the immense throne with him and sinking into soft fat.

The King's daily feast is brought before him, and Namjoon's tummy growls at all of the delicious smells, but he tries to will it silent. He can't help but be hungry after a hard day of work! But Namjoon knows it's not his place. Once- whatever this is- is finished. He will go and eat his portion of cold chicken and rice with the other servants in the kitchens... right? He tries hard not to drool at the massive array of glistening food brought to Jungkook. Every dish sparkles like jewels resting on platters as they drip with sauces and fill the air with a heavenly aroma.

Namjoon finds a warm weight settled on his stomach and he peeks down. The King's hand is resting on his tummy as Namjoon sits in Jungkook's lap, still confused about his role here. All of the other slaves in the chamber are glaring at him with envy, and Namjoon doesn't know what he's done wrong... or right. The King eats his fill, and his massive gut swells around Namjoon, causing him to sink deeply into it as it engulfs him. Namjoon doesn't dare to move because he's a good slave who follows orders.

It's the next words that shock Namjoon into his jaw dropping open. "Eat up, little pet~" and his open mouth is being stuffed with delicious, tender meat and thick fluffy bread. He groans around the bite and obediently swallows it, dropping his lips open for more as a big spoonful of some thick, creamy stew is poured into him. He's confused about who is feeding him, because he's so far up from the other servants as he sits on the King's lap and the extravagant throne. Food keeps being shoveled into him and Namjoon devours each bite. Until a heavy, chubby hand pats Namjoon's belly in approval. He looks down, feeling slow and lazy from the delicious feast that he just kept eating and eating as it was put into his mouth.

His new silk tunic is pulled tightly over a bulge in his middle. His tummy is swollen, full to bursting from overeating. It starts aching and makes an angry gurgling noise from being fed too much of the rich banquet. He feels bloated and thick with greasy meat, buttery bread, and heavy creamed potatoes. The chubby hand adorned with the royal signet ring gently cups Namjoon's bulging belly. Namjoon's feast-bogged brain realizes that the King is the one rubbing his overfilled tummy. His cheeks heat up bright red, and he hiccups. A doting pat to his tummy releases a buildup of gas, and he burps, embarrassed immediately. A low, pleased sound rumbles right behind his ear and radiates through Namjoon's back. The King's hand presses in more firmly to Namjoon's distended belly and rubs slow, deep circles. It causes the dull throbbing ache to melt away into warm tingles of pleasure that fizzle inside of him. Namjoon whines softly as he dumbly watches his tummy receive rubs, blissfully unaware as the entire courtroom watches him.

"That's it, little pet~" the King pats his belly again, causing another belch to bubble up out of him. "That's my good boy. I'll have you fattened in no time~"

#corrupt king #subby pet Namjoon #blob king Jungkook #AU #yum #Lil baby fic for you all <3 #TUMMIES

[fairy-tale-writer]

How Heartslaybul Would React to Child!Reader Headcanons

Prompt: Heartslaybul Headcanons for child! reader (inc. when they met for the first time when they called them ni-san [big brother] for the first time )

Note: Reader is gender neutral! Probably going to do this with every dorm since I next to never see child reader interactions with the dorms

I couldn’t find a Heartslaybul gif so Anya will have to do lol

So I started doing it on my own!

EDIT: I fixed the pronoun error that slipped by and double checked it was the only one! I apologize for any discomfort that it may have caused to anyone! I will thoroughly check from now on to make sure the gender is correct!

Cheers!

👑Riddle❤️:

-The first time you met was when he found Ace and Deuce playing with a child. He warmed up to you in only minutes as he joined in the playtime

-Riddle will give you lee-way if you break any rules, you're just too cute to scold

-When you pull pranks with Ace Riddle goes easy on you but will harshly scold the heart suit for making you think it was alright to cause mischief

-Despite your mischievous streak, he won't go hard on you. He will make sure you are happy and having fun since he doesn't want you to experience what he did in his childhood

-When you called him a brother Riddle felt honored and hugged you tight, tearing up

-Unbirthday parties are your favorite time with him cuz Riddle lets you sit on his lap at the head of the table

-Playing with the hedgehogs is your favorite part of Riddle babysitting you. They will kiss your nose and allow you to cuddle them. Riddle named your favorite colored one after you

-When it's your birthday you are treated like royalty. You get to sit on Riddle's throne at the table and order the Heartslaybul students around for a day--much to the displeasure of most of the students. Riddle even gives you his little crown to wear

-#spoiled

❤️Ace❤️:

-Ace met you when you were hanging out with MC. He never really had much interaction with children being the baby brother of the family, but he was a natural at it

-Ace and Deuce are like the annoying older brothers. Ace being the more annoying brother

-When you told someone he was your brother he totally cried and hugged you tight. Denies ever crying and tries to play it off. Don't ever tell anyone

-He loves to poke jabs at you and will childishly banter with you

-"Did not!" "Did too! until someone (usually Riddle or MC breaks it up)

-Will stick his tongue out back at you and makes silly faces to make you laugh

-Tickle fights are a common occurrence

-Sometimes he will jab at you too much to the point where you cry and he has to apologize. If it's in front of Riddle he will get smacked on the head and scolded harshly

-He is the most fun to play with because he likes the rough house but he'll be careful

-Secretly enjoys watching children's shows with you. Especially those princess movies, they're so frickin good like...why?!

-He teaches you how to be a troublemaker and will pull pranks on you

-If you're caught he will blame you. If you're caught by Riddle he will smack him on the back of  the head with his scepter

♠️Deuce♠️:

-He met you the same time he did with Ace. Deuce was a little nervous around you at first but eventually, he got a hang of taking care of a child

-Just like Ace he feels like an older brother to you, but the shyer, chill older brother that isn't so energetic

-The first time you called him onii-san he bawled his eyes out. It was just an uncomfortable crying fit full of sobbing

-He's much more careful than Ace when he plays with you. He doesn't rough house very much due to his delinquent past, instead, he is more into playing with dolls and dressing up with you. His favorite is having a tea party with your teddy bears

-Can't say no to you when you give him those puppy eyes. Anything you want it's yours no matter the cost of his pride or his money

-You like to ask questions that honestly Deuce can't even answer himself

-"If you put the eggs in the fridge under a chicken's butt will it hatch?"

"Uhh..."

"Do all trees produce maple syrup?"

"How are babies born?"

Deuce: "Please no..."

-Deuce will honestly be focused on when you watch your cartoons or movies. He loves to have you tucked up under his arm well you watch Princess Adventures or Goldfish Cracks the Case

-If another student dares hurt you,  makes fun of you, or makes you cry he won't hesitate to throw hands

-If another student makes fun of him for hanging out with you he will throw hands. Either way, hands will be thrown

❤️A-Deuce♠️:

-When both Ace and Deuce are together it's chaos in the best way possible

-They are the best at playing with you together, well Ace is rougher and wild Deuce evens him out by being more laid back

-They tend to bicker a lot but they won't let it get too rough or loud since they'll scare you

-They love to nap with you, keeping you between them so you can stay warm and cozy

-Both will let you ride on their shoulders or give you a piggyback ride. Sometimes they can walk too fast and you can't keep up, so it's easier this way

-If anyone dares hurt you in any way well they are around, it will end badly for them. They are your Onii-sans and they love their little sibling

♣️Trey♣️:

-Trey met you when Riddle brought you to the Unbirthday Party. Seeing Riddle and Ace and Deuce hanging out with you, he had to wonder. Having a few siblings you quickly grew on him, especially when he asked you if you liked the cookies he made himself

-Trey loves to have you bake with him--except when the flour ends up getting everywhere

-He lets you taste test everything

-You'll sneakily eat raw dough when Trey has his back turned

-Your favorite thing to bake is cookies. Sometimes you just don't have the patience for making a layered cake

-When you called him one of your older brothers he smiled and pet your head calling you his favorite little sibling

-Somehow you always get something on your nose

-Will use his Doodle Suit magic to surprise you and it's honestly adorable

-You're very afraid of the oven or stove. Whenever you feel the heat coming out of it you get flashbacks. You tend to stay away or hide behind his leg gripping onto his trousers tightly

♦️Cater♦️:

-The first time he met you was at the first Unbirthday you attended. He found you just so adorable and perfect for his Magiccam and started to dote on you

-He loves to take photos of you since you're just SOOOO cute!

-His Magicam followers love to see you always commenting about how cute you are

-Secretly, Cater struggles with depression he usually hides under this too-cheery too-perfect smile. You could somehow see right through him. If you notice he's sad you'll give him a long, warm hug. He will cry when you tell him everything will get better

-With his magic being clones you take it as having more playmates. You usually play tag with them or have a total tea party using them instead of your teddy bears

-He'll have a clone pushing you on a swing well he sits on a bench texting away and taking photos. Only if he's feeling lazy though, most of the time he'll be the one pushing you

-Expect a lot of cheek kisses, both from you and him. He loves when you kiss his cheek and let him know you love him. You can't cure his depression, but you definitely make things better

-Cater is the best at giving hugs. If you ever want a hug he is willing with open arms. Every time you greet him he'll kneel down with open arms and allow you to run into them

-When you called him ni-san for the first time he totally cried and didn't even post it on social media to keep it sacred

-He loves to cuddle up with you as you watch movies and shows together. Personally, most of the cartoons are annoying to him, but he doesn't mind as long as it's you

-He totally has matching pajamas with you. Multiple sets including onesies and pants and shirts. He likes to take photos with you in them

-Totally has sleepovers where he does your hair and skin care. He'll invite everyone from Heartslaybul over and put on a PG-13 movie. Just don't tell Lilia or Malleus

-Loves to take you on shopping sprees and will buy as many toys and outfits as you want. Right next to Vil, he is the best at creating outfits for you

#twisted wonderland x reader #twist imagines #twisted wonderland #wishingstar #twist #twist x reader #ace trappola #deuce spade #trey x reader #riddle rosehearts #cater diamond

[necros-writing-stuff]

It's been a really long time since I've been here, life has just been too busy and tiring. I haven't even been able to draw I'm so sorry. Can I ask for two?

PC with a flu or high fever with Eden and Trauma induced Eden insisting on going out to work or sell products to earn money to pay Bailey given that they're already permitted by Eden to go back to town every now and then and that Eden didn't directly buy PC from Bailey. Take your time imma just be here sick in bed.

Hey! So sorry this took so long! I hope you're doing much better now. And don't worry about not having done art! We all work at our own paces, don't push yourself to create when you don't have the will to.

I think I've already covered PC with a sickness, and how Eden is a stern but attentive caretaker. We can see this when there's pass out events at the cabin. They bring you in, put you to bed. After the pred/prey scene they even get you water. So Eden would likely work as normal, but come in to check on you every so often. Get you a drink or a snack. If you're well enough, you can do small indoor chores. If not, sleep as much as is needed.

As for traumatised Eden at the market? Mmmm that good. That's a yummy one. Note: when I say that it's often about horrible things, isn't it? Double note: Lynx would be Axe body spray to the 'Muricans.

Oh - warning for mentions of past non-con btw.

There's too much noise. It burrows into his brain, denying any attempts to drown out the calls of purveyors of goods around him. Calling out their produce, prices, how long they'd be there.

There's a baby crying. Wailing as it's father talks on the phone and half-asses shushing it by waving a toy in its face while he isn't even looking at the babe.

There's so many smells he swears they're causing him a headache. Food. Sweat. Some abhorrent chemical smell as a group of teenage boys pass. He remembers Lynx. Remembers the locker rooms at school.

There's eyes everywhere. Blue, green, brown. He thought he saw red at one point. No- no he definitely did. There's a group of goths wandering around. Probably one of them with contact lenses. Eden could swear he feels at least one pair of eyes on him each and every second.

Scant few customers come to his stall. Its mostly older patrons: elderly craftspeople who still practise their trades as the youth buy from companies; aspiring chefs excited to grill up some real game; this one old man who always shows up for the dried back-strap. Eden doesn't remember his name, but the man swears by the stuff. Says Eden comes with the best stock and those other hunters bring bare scraps. Not a surprise, he's seen the incompetence of others who come through the forest.

He swears he can hear laughter amongst the throngs of people. Swears that it must be directed at him. His ugly face. His huge body. His clothing, old and patched. But he has to stay. Has to do it for you. To keep you safe and out of Bailey's money machine.

He wished you were here. Wished you'd come bounding up to him with that smile of yours and drag him home. But you're also at work, coralling dogs at the pound for spare change to contribute to Eden's payments to Bailey. Apparently the mutts listen now that you smell like him. Funny thing, how he affects animals. Even dumbass chickens hate him. He'd considered getting some once, but they'd get so stressed around him they wouldn't be able to lay any eggs. Oh, and foxes could take them.

Best to stay there, in those inconsequential memories of the past. It's hard to when he sees a face that surges horrid memories to the front instead. The man looked to be about 70 by this point, wobbling around with a cane. He'd already been grey when they'd met.

"Got any boar meat, lad?" He wheezed, bug-like eyes pooring over the table. His voice was weaker than it had been. There's no flicker of recognition in the freaky eyes.

"A few cuts. Belly or back? I've got hooves, too." Eden's voice doesn't break. Doesn't show his rising panic.

A claw-like hand reaches out to where Eden directed his attention. A shiver goes down the hunter's spine. He remembers those hands. How clammy and cold they'd been. How... insistent and encompassing.

"Aye, this one's a good heavy steak. How much?"

Eden's eyes didn't leave the old man's face. "Freshest cut, got the beast last night. £5."

The old man licks his lips as he pries his wallet free, the appendage dried, cracked and pale. Just like the rest of him. He'd had a tan back then. A terrible, fake one. Fucker had been orange.

Teens ran past once more, barely missing the old man as they screamed. The crypt-bound bag of bones scoffed, disgust apparent. But his eyes linger too long on one of the older boys, with longer dark hair and a skinny frame, just about old enough to start drinking Eden thinks.

Attention soon returned to the hunter, the smile back. Oh look, he'd kept half of his teeth. Impressive for someone his age. They were rotted, though. More so than they had been when he'd visited the orphanage. Probably time for dentures. Eden could still remember the smell of his breath.

"£5, a good price for a good steak. My wife will fry this up well." He's laughing. Eden grants him a polite smile as he wraps up the meat and hands it over.

He tracks the old man as he leaves, watching as his thumb strokes over the paper bill in his hand. He doesn't take a deep breath until he knows he's gone. He can't take a deep breath until he knows, for sure, that he's gone.

£2.50 was what he'd payed for Eden back then.

#spill your guts #zeozzo #eden the hunter #cw noncon mention #gn reader #cw paranoia

[chubbiekookie]

we all know “can’t live without changbin” right? well, han’s lyrics especially interest me, when he mentions how changbin used to order takeout every night and how his chin has gotten smaller. along with him losing weight and losing his roots. it honestly gives me a really good idea for 3racha! changbin has been losing weight and working out, but maybe both chan and han notice that he’s miserable limiting himself. i could see maybe han ordering some bulking powder to help changbin, and being under the impression that he could go back to eating how he used to as long as he uses the powder? (gymracha are himbos in this 🫣) meanwhile chan is concerned for bin’s mental state, so he hides the scale and scribbles out the calories of most of their snacks and foods in the dorms. queue changbin being convinced by han to eat how he used to on top of this bulking powder, and he starts gaining the weight back, along with much more? chan and han are both loving it, but at some point they’re concerned changbin hasn’t acknowledged how big he’s gotten, so they finally tell him what they’ve been doing. bin just shrugs it off, maybe saying something like “i noticed after the first month. han’s bulking powder idea didn’t make sense, and chan marked all my favorite junk foods the most. but i thought to myself, if they were doing all of this to try and make me happy, then i should enjoy it.” queue cute and fluffy 3racha with chan and han spoiling their favorite dwaekki so he stays big 🤭🥰

Oh my gosh yes I will shamelessly admit that I read this ask at least three times. YOUR MINDDD.

I can just imagine poor Binnie only living off of chicken breast and plain salad or something in an attempt to slim down a little bit cause maybe some insecurities have gotten the best of him. And it makes Chan and Jisung so sad, they just want their happy, squishy Bin back. And they go through all their "secretive" attempts to get him back to where he was, but Changbin catches on quite easily after he picks up the patterns. They aren't subtle really. He's not mad when he notices, just a little confused like "why are they trying to stop me..?" But then he sees the way Chan’s eyes light up when he reaches for a package of cookies he hasn't touched in a bit and the way that Han's round cheeks turn pink when he eats a little extra at dinner and he's like ohh I get it now. And seeing how they react to him eating more and gaining weight back makes all his insecurities vanish. So he kind of just does a deep dive into indulgence, maybe a little more than they intended for him to do originally, but once he starts it's hard to stop. He definitely isn't oblivious to how much weight he's putting on, going from being muscular with just a bit of softness in his cheeks and around his torso to having a proper double chin and a sweet little belly and love handles that push over his waistbands. And he even kind of enjoys it, feels more comfortable this way, especially with how Chan and Jisung look at him with such adoration. Once again thinking they're being subtle, but no, their heart eyes are so obvious. His silly boys. He wonders how long it will take for them to bring up how big he's gotten and to admit their scheming.

They finally do after a good few months go by and Bin has had to get another size up in clothing cause some of his pants weren't fitting and all his shirts were tight across his round middle. They probably look so guilty as they as him to talk, glancing back and forth between each other, and at first Binnie worries maybe he took it too far, maybe they regret this. But they are still so oblivious to everything, Chan starting like, "Binnie I'm really sorry, we should've told you this from the beginning but we've...we've been trying to get you to go back to eating more. And to get you to gain weight. And you've..." a blushing mess, gesturing to Changbin’s now chubby body. "...gotten big, and we never even thought to ask how you felt about it. Maybe you wanted to be skinny before and we just... We just thought it was time you know."

Jisung being quick to be like "You look so good though! Like soooo good. Like just—wow" and Bin just blushes as he continues, "but we're sorry we kept this from you!"

Changbin just kind of laughs cause like they really thought they were being so subtle. And they're so shocked that he knew this whole time because what??? You didn't seem to notice! But after they discuss some more and everything is out in the open they all decide they're very happy with this turn of events.

And YES so much pampering omg, making sure he never skips meals, always has a snack (or two) to take with him to the gym, and also making sure they have snacks on them whenever they're in the studio together so he can just munch on junk food throughout work. At dinner they insist he has seconds and thirds and maybe dessert too, and when he whines about them overfeeding him they're immediately on him rubbing his sore tummy and giving him kisses. When his clothes get too tight again and they notice they're immediately insisting he just put on comfy pants and "Oh don't worry binnie we'll get you some new jeans" cause they want his tummy to be perfectly comfortable <3 and honestly he's never felt more comfortable or doted on in his whole life and he loves it. The more Binnie there is to love the better <3

#i go feral for 3racha #chansung spoiling their baby <3 #and being a lil dumb at first #ugh yes #chubby changbin #skz feedism #changbin #chubbiekookie #chubbiekookieasks #asks #wg #weight gain

[1800-needs-help]

This is garble but as someone who works fast food this is who would and wouldn't survive at McDonald's

Wilson- WOULD and his coworkers loved him so dearly. Was in kitchen but occasionally switches to service if they're short a person or 2. Everyone wants him to be a manager except himself and that's because he likes his job and that's IT. He does not want a future with burgers and the pay is definitely not enough to keep his ass there as a MANAGER. The moment he quits is the day that McDonald's is closed for a week bc half the crew dipped with Wilson. The only reason he DID quit was bc the managers were actually being bitches to the one person he found entertaining, his new coworker Greg.

House- WOULD NOT and its not bc he didn't put in any effort but bc he'd get fired after 2 weeks. First week was in service and after he called 3 old women hags bc they refused to use the kiosk, they switched him to kitchen. He called the manager on duty a bitch after she claimed he made a sandwich wrong. He didn't, she just put the wrong burger in the customers bag and she didn't wanna take the blame. He never wanted to leave bc he absolutely LOVED the horrid vibes in that place. He even baked a chicken in the oven just to piss the GM off. Shit was delicious.

Cuddy- WOULD because if she is going to be a doctor, she knows she has to deal with the stupidest ppl on earth. It's a test of character, and SHE HAS CHARACTER. She witnessed the absolute buffoonery of the last General Manager, and although she technically isn't one, she just about holds the same amount of responsibility. She also does not take any bullshit customers say, ESPECIALLY about her crew. Someone cursed out Cameron and she nearly threw a double quarter pounder deluxe Xtra shredded lettuce at them.

Foreman- WOULD bc there is no way in hell that he is putting on a headset and talking to a customer. He is strictly kitchen and that is IT. Occasionally he gets ice for the front kitchen and customers will just STARE. They just have never laid their eyes on someone so majestic and 4man just FLEES. Is only talkative to chase and the worst person in service allison.

Chase- WOULD NOT bc bro he's Australian. His coworkers started mocking his accent IMMEDIATELY. Cannot take orders for SHIT cause everyone wants to stop and chat with the cute aussie but HE'S RUNNING UP THE TIMES BE QUICKER PLEASE. He hates it too cause he gets yelled at and it's not his fault. (Kinda is, he has his tonsil story but for fast food and everyone eats it up) He wants to switch to kitchen so bad but no one wants to teach him except 4man and the man is BUSY

Cameron- PROBABLY bc she's really trying her best out here but those older white folk will ignore her so badly it makes Greg laugh every time he witnesses it. BUT SHE PERSEVERES and doesn't let those fuckers win. She will be a BITCH and only give you one sauce packet even when you buy a 20 piece. And she GASLIGHTS customers into thinking they dropped it in their cars oh my God she's unstoppable. But also she can crumble a bit when it's short staffed so she pulls along an extra kitchen person to bag the food or take orders and she does the rest. Cuddy loves her

#so what if i use house characters to cope with my shitty job #I DO WHAT I WANT #no one asked for this either #but im not one of those ppl to share very poetic and thought provoking posts #im here for shitposts and shitposts only #house md