#I forgot I had grapes in the fridge

[aro-aizawa]

sometimes i’m like lol object permanence isn’t a thing i forget abt constantly and then i remember suddenly that im missing like half my shopping bc my brother’s gf just put it all in the fridge in the bag hiding the shopping from view

#shut up danni #needless to say i remembered i had strawberry tarts JUST in time bc they go off today #and tho sometimes expiry dates aren't real w these tarts it is bc the crust gets too soft not at all crumbly and it makes me sad #also i have grapes #i have literally NO clue how my train of thought derailed enough to remember bc i was not thinking anything close to food #and it wasn't the fact that i don't use that fridge which is why i forgot no i used it this morning to make myself toast & a sandwich for la #*for later #rip me

[thewritingisconsumingme]

sharing food

summary: kenshi visits kung lao

warnings: suggestive at the end :)

Kenshi breathed in the fresh air of Fengjian, the only sound being the rolling of the suitcase and Raiden’s voice. It was a much needed change of pace from the smoggy air of Los Angeles. He had flown into China a few days ago and taken a cab straight from the airport, but now he was exhausted and in much need of a nap and some good food. Raiden met him at the outskirts of their village, and they caught up as they walked along the unpaved roads underneath the sweltering sun until they both appeared in front of Kung Lao’s house. Raiden pat Kenshi’s back, told him good luck and to not worry, and left to go back to the White Lotus Academy to train the initiates. Kenshi and Raiden had been planning the surprise for a few days now, and Raiden had ensured that Kung Lao would take a break from work today so that Kenshi could show up and surprise him, take him out to dinner, woo him, and then confess his feelings.

Kenshi wiped his sweaty palms on his pants and raised his fist to knock on the door. Rapping three times on the door, Kenshi shoved his hand back into pant pocket and tried to look as nonchalant as possible when he heard Kung Lao open the door.

“Kenshi?! What are you doing here?” Kung Lao sounded very much surprised, and Kenshi could imagine how his eyebrows were raised in surprise.

“Surprise?” Kenshi smiled but internally smacked himself for saying such a cheesy line.

“Oh my god! Let me get your suitcase! Come in! Come in! Shoes off though.”

Kenshi just laughed at the comment and reached his hand out. Kung Lao took it and led the swordsman inside his home. Kenshi could hear Kung Lao kicking around some things on the floor to try and make a clearer path for the swordsman to walk around the home, and Kenshi could feel Kung Lao’s head grow warm and sweaty as though he was embarrassed.

“Sorry about the mess. Um, here, wait on the couch, I’ll bring something for you to eat. You must be starving!” Kung Lao led Kenshi to the couch, throwing something from the couch onto the floor, and made sure that the swordsman had sat down before sprinting over to the kitchen. Kenshi listened to Kung Lao running about the kitchen, opening and slamming the fridge door before opening it again because he forgot something in there. The swordsman breathed in the scent of Kung Lao’s home: it was an earthy smell with a small hint of something spicy. Kenshi couldn't stop himself from smiling. He had missed being around Kung Lao.

“Here, some fruit.” Kung Lao placed a hefty bowl into Kenshi’s lap and the swordsman raised an eyebrow at how large the bowl seemed. “So…why’re you here?”

Kenshi felt the other flop down right next to him and blushed when he felt their thighs squish against each other.

“Sorry, it’s a loveseat. Didn’t think I needed a bigger couch since I’m living alone.” Kung Lao explained, reaching into the fruit bowl in Kenshi’s lap and munching on something crisp. Kenshi gathered his thoughts, trying to ignore how his side was pressed flush against Kung Lao’s and how he could feel the definition of Kung Lao’s muscles through his thin shirt. It didn’t help that the two of them were quite large, and the loveseat was quite small.

“I got some time off and thought that I might come and visit you.” Kenshi replied, feeling around the food bowl and identifying slices of apples, slices of mandarins, and some grapes in the bowl. Kenshi popped a grape into his mouth to try and calm himself a bit more when he felt Kung Lao shift and put his arm on the back of the couch, his arm grazing the back of Kenshi’s neck.

“Oh! I mean- I’m glad you came to me, but, uh, why not Raiden? He’s got a…cleaner home.” Kung Lao’s voice dropped off at the end, and he shifted in his seat a bit uncomfortably.

“I wanted to see you.” Kenshi answered, hoping that the comment would placate Kung Lao and that his face didn’t betray his racing heart. The other man was silent, and Kenshi munched on an apple slice, hoping that the silence meant that Kung Lao was just a bit dumbstruck and not grossed-out.

“I was hoping to take you to Madam Bo’s?” Kenshi mumbled out the question, trying to fill in the silence of the room, but when Kung Lao didn’t answer, Kenshi felt his stomach drop. The swordsman passed the fruit bowl into Kung Lao’s lap and stood up.

“Ah, sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude. I’ll just-” Kenshi reached for his cane and suitcase, intent on leaving and booking a ticket to go back to LA and drown himself in alcohol.

“Wait, wait! I’d love to go to Madam Bo’s with you! I mean-yeah, of course, why wouldn’t you want to come to Madam Bo’s with me? I’m just that cool, and um…yeah.” Kung Lao gripped onto Kenshi’s wrist and tugged him back onto the couch. Kenshi slowly sat down, a heat spreading across his face as Kung Lao pushed the fruit bowl back into Kenshi’s lap and leaned into the swordsman’s warmth.

Kenshi gripped the bowl tightly in his hands, grounding himself back into reality as the realization that he just scored a date with Kung Lao settled into his head. His mind felt buzzed, as if he had just drank a few shots, and Kenshi fully believed that if he wanted to, he could fly.

“So, um. I’ll take it that means you like me too?” Kung Lao asked in a meek voice. It was so quiet that Kenshi almost missed it. Too? Kung Lao liked him back? Forget flying, Kenshi could ascend to heaven right now.

Without answering, Kenshi turned to face Kung Lao. He placed his hand onto Kung Lao’s chest and felt the Shaolin’s heart pound underneath his fingertips. Gaining confidence when he heard Kung Lao’s breath hitch, Kenshi trailed his fingers up to trace Kung Lao’s neck and then cupped his face. The swordsman leaned in a little bit, a silent ask for permission. Kung Lao closed the distance, his hand flying up to cusp the back of Kenshi’s neck and bring them closer together. Kenshi’s heart was ablaze, like a fire burning in his chest. Kung Lao tasted sweet, like an oasis in the middle of a desert or the best pastry in the world. The Shaolin’s hands were holding onto the swordsman roughly, but his lips were soft and inviting. Kenshi could live like this forever, oxygen be damned. He deepened the kiss and brought his other hand up to hold Kung Lao in his arms.

Distantly, Kenshi heard something clatter to the floor and ignored it, but Kung Lao pulled away at the sound, Kenshi still leant forward to try and chase Kung Lao’s plush lips. He heard a shriek come from the man.

“The fruit!” Kung Lao immediately jumped from Kenshi’s lap, and the swordsman immediately missed the warmth. He could hear Kung Lao pick up the fruit on the ground, before running off to the kitchen and turning on the faucet, presumably washing the fruit of the dust of the ground. Kenshi leaned back onto the couch, pressing the heel of his palms into his eyelids as he tried to calm his beating heart. If it beat any faster, he was going to have a heart attack. 

Kung Lao cleaned the fruit and the floor like a mad man, but when Kung Lao was done. Kenshi felt the Shaolin settle into Kenshi’s lap, the swordsman’s hands going to Kung Lao’s waist instinctually. He squeezed at Kung Lao’s waist, still amazed at how slim it was, and Kung Lao yelped, slapping at the swordsman’s chest.

“Don’t do that…please.” Kung Lao weakly protested, but Kenshi had heard the small whimper that had escaped the Shaolin. The swordsmans smiled wickedly and squeezed Kung Lao’s waist again, causing him to let out a small whine and grind down onto Kenshi’s lap.

“How about we skip Madam Bo’s and go straight to dessert?” Kenshi pulled down Kung Lao’s head for another kiss, and the Shaolin melted into the swordsman’s lap.

When Kung Lao came into the academy the next day, his hand interlaced with Kenshi’s and walking a bit funny, Raiden just smiled and clapped Kung Lao on his back.

#fluffuary 2024 #fluff #noodle’s writings #mortal kombat fanfiction #mk fanfiction #mk fanfic #mortal kombat #mk #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 2023 #mk1 #kenshi #kenshi takahashi #kenshi mk1 #kenshi takahashi mk1 #kung lao #kung lao mk1 #kenshi x kung lao #kenlao

[tbcanary]

arrowfam week day five: embrace

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Bang!

The wind slams the window open faster than her hands can catch it, and Emiko winces in sympathy for the wall. And also, because there’s no way anyone in the house didn’t hear that, and she was trying to keep this visit from becoming a whole thing.

She waits a second, just to make sure no one is about to come running in and turn her into a new-age pincushion, and then slowly stretches one leg out to rest on the edge of the sink beneath her. Then she pushes off the window sill and jumps, landing softly on the linoleum tile.

Her side twinges, sharp and warm. She winces again and presses a hand to her ribs.

There’s got to be a first aid kit around here somewhere. She knows the residents of this house; not a day goes by that someone doesn’t come stumbling in with a stab wound or a broken bone. The sink is a good bet, actually, and she can check underneath it in just a second. First…

Her toes tap-tap-tap gently as she dances over to the fridge. The light is very nearly blinding as she pulls the door open, even through her domino mask, and she finds herself squinting as she surveys the contents.

Loose vegetables from the local market. Chinese takeout from the restaurant in town. Beer, which means either Dinah or Hal is in town. Three open containers of jelly — strawberry for Lian, grape for Roy, and another strawberry from when Oliver probably forgot there was already one open and ready. Congealed macaroni and cheese.

Emiko wrinkles her nose. She grabs an egg roll and a container of what must be lo mein, grabbing chopsticks from on top of the fridge.

After she’s wolfed down the egg roll, she feels a little steadier on her feet. She turns back to the sink and crouches down, pulling open the doors.

Cleaning supplies. A quiver and a compact bow. Brass knuckles, for some reason. And there — tucked in the back corner, the telltale white cross of a first aid kit. Emiko sighs in relief as she pulls it out from its hiding place.

It’s simple enough, really. She tosses back a few painkillers and rinses her hands in the sink before pulling out the sterilized needle and antiseptic. She’s up on the counter with her shirt pulled up before long, angling herself to see the wound on her ribcage in the pale moon light.

It takes a lot of effort to keep quiet as she works. She thinks she’s done a pretty freaking good job with it, too, until the light flickers on overhead.

“Jesus H. Christ,” Ollie intones, rubbing at sleep-rimmed eyes with a heavy fist, “is that blood on my counter?”

Emiko grimaces. It’s only a little bit from the light overhead. “It’s fine. I’ll clean up in a minute.”

“Not the part I’m worried about, if you can believe that.”

“Sure.”

Oliver walks into the (way too small) kitchen. His sweatpants sit crooked on his hips and his hair is in disarray; he’s clearly sleeping off a rough night of his own, based on the bruise covering his cheekbone.

“Here,” he groans, reaching out, “would you just— just let me do it, kid, you’re gonna—”

Emiko flinches away as he reaches for the needle, but it’s not really worth fighting over. He’s got steadier hands than her at the moment. She’s blaming it on the exhaustion, the loss of the adrenaline that’s been driving her since she found herself in the middle of an impromptu robbery downtown, but it might be the blood. She could be convinced. Maybe.

Oliver hums his disapproval. “This’ll sting, Emi, get ready.” And, as much a distraction as an honest inquiry: “Who did you piss off?”

“Some goon,” she mutters. “I just wanted to get a snack. Court and I were sparring and got hungry. The gas station was pretty busy, that’s all.”

The long gash running perpendicular to her ribs hadn’t hurt that much at the time. She blames the winter chill, or maybe just the fact that Court had been with her. It’s harder to notice her own injuries when she’s busy keeping an eye on someone else.

“Court still around?”

“No, she left already.” Emiko shrugs, then hisses. “Ow.”

“Yeah, well, avoid the knife next time and we won’t have to do that.”

“It wasn’t a knife. I can dodge those,” Emiko snaps.

Ollie raises an eye at her, looking up just slightly from his work. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t really have to.

Emiko sighs. “It was claws. On a glove, I think. They honestly looked pretty badass.”

If Oliver is judging her for language, he keeps it to himself. That’s for the best, probably; Emiko doesn’t want to get into the whole ‘you’re not my dad so stop trying to act like one’ spiel today.

“You oughtta call for backup next time,” Ollie says instead. “We have a whole host of people in this city now. Damn near full to bursting. No point putting yourself at risk when you can avoid it.”

“I’m fine,” Emiko repeats.

Ollie snips the thread he’s been using to stitch her up, then pats her on the leg. “Sure, you are. The bedroom’s available, by the way.”

“…Yeah?”

“Yeah. We got a weighted blanket for it and everything.”

“Ooh, moving up in the world.”

“Old dogs can learn new tricks, after all.”

Emiko rolls her shirt back down and hops off the counter. Somewhat impulsively, she leans forward to wrap her arms around Oliver’s middle, squeezing him tight before letting go.

Oliver throws his hands up instinctively. “Whoa, hey! Wh-what’s this for…?”

“Thanks for the assist,” Emiko offers. “And for the lo mein.”

“The— wait, that’s my—”

Emiko snatches the leftovers off the counter and sprints down the hall, biting back her smile. One of these days, he’ll know better than to keep the food where she can reach.

#arrowfam week 2023 #arrowfam week #arrowfam #fic.tb #Emiko Queen #red arrow #Oliver Queen #green arrow #haven’t written emi before! hope this is okay. definitely haven’t read as much with her as I’d have liked #but I enjoyed the lost children so yknow. seemed worthwhile to include her in the festivities if I could think of something.

[watermeloncholycucumbersome]

Day 104 of Writing Something Everyday

(365 Day Challenge)

A lady came up to me with her little white dog and gave me her deepest apologies for my loss.

I had almost forgot about my mom - but I hadn't so it didn't bother me as much as you would've thought.

I couldn't do anything but shake my head and respond with "yeah" a lot.

I was really high and staring down at my chipped nail polish, I hate it when it starts chipping.

I don't remember ever speaking with this woman yet she knows these personal things?

I guess someone's talking about me in the building..

I wonder who it is but I don't want to wonder about that right now.

She walks away and I continue to drink my cranberry juice. I didn't put my french vanilla creamer on the grocery list and now I can't have coffee unless I go and get some at the closest store that's walking distance from where I live that likes to over price regular priced items.

No coffee again for me I guess unless I mustre up the valour at some point today to venture out into the unknown.

The cold coffee jug sits in the fridge taunting my forlorn heart every minute I don't choose it instead I pour a cup of crangrape juice the 4th cup this morning.

My dear coffee au jug, was it not thee that smitest me with thou tempting eyes - indeed I believe so, yea but my.. how I do digress.

Maybe I should just go now and get it over with?

I don't really want to go but I do want coffee..many coffees at this point and soon if possible.

I sigh a lot these days..

I must go on an adventure like a Hobbit now, does that require a bra? I don't think so - just some shoes as my toes are frozen in these dollar store crocs.

I turn off the lantern and the lighthouse, you can't see their light in the daytime.

I didn't think about you that much yesterday,

Or this morning other than just now to write this.

But I did think about my mom..

And coffee...

Oh the lady who patted my shoulder earlier like I was rocky and she was my coach.

Please don't make me run..

She was one of the managers at the building when I first got here along with 'Jenn' and her grape ape self (that's a story for another day) the old lady and her little white dog pranced in the apartment with me the first time I dropped something off. Telling me not to trust the lady next door that if I help her once I'll never get rid of her.

You; old lady in the Bono glasses.

I remember you now...

Okay, I really need to go get some creamer now, coffeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!

On guard and such....

~Jenni

#loss #grief #i miss my mom #i miss you #thoughts #feelings #spilled heart #mental health #love #poem #poetry #spilled words #original poem #spilled thoughts #poem by me #poetic #poets on tumblr #love poem #writers and poets #poems on tumblr #spilled tears #spilled poetry #spilled writing #spilled ink #go to sleep #stay awake #written word #original writing #writing #writers on tumblr

[b-a-n-a-n-a-ss]

Michael Emerson x reader - Over Eating

Summary: the reader has a bad day and binge eats her feelings while talking with Michael. She ends up over eating and Michael takes care of her.

Warnings: binge eating, self hatred, eating disorder.

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I wiped the tears from my eyes as I entered my house. Walking to my room, I stripped of my shirt and jeans. I threw them in my laundry bin and put on some shorts and one of Michael’s shirts.

I’ve had the most shitty day possible. First, I dropped my plate of breakfast on the floor and I didn’t have time to make any more. Then my car wouldn’t start so I had to walk to my job in the rain. I was wearing soaked clothes all day which didn’t help my mood improve. Then I kept getting cat called because my jeans were so tight on me. I also got chewed out by my boss because I yelled at a costumer for being bitchy. I also had to walk back home in the heat so my clothes were so irritating by being damp still. I was also exhausted.

I walked into my kitchen and jumped when I saw my boyfriend Michael sitting at the small dining table in my kitchen. He lifted his head and gave me a smile but soon frowned as he saw the tears on my face and the bags under my eyes. He stood from his chair and made his way over to me, embracing me in a hug. He cradled my head to his chest and rubbed my back with his other as I cried into his chest. I wrapped my arms around his waist and squeezed it as I sobbed.

After a few minutes I pulled away from him lightly. He kissed my cheek and lips and wiped my tears with his thumbs.

“Do you want to talk about whats wrong?” He asked me as he searched my eyes for some sort of explanation. I shook my head and moved passed him to the fridge.

“No, I just need to eat some food. I didn’t get a lunch break.” I said. Yeah, I didn’t get a lunch break either. I got my leftover Chinese food and popped that into the microwave as I grabbed other foods I would eat. I wasn’t thinking about what would fill me up, I was thinking about eating away my feelings. Anything to get my mind off of this shitty day.

I grabbed potato chips, powdered donuts, pickles, small cakes, brownies and grapes. I put all that stuff on the table and grabbed two bottles of soda and gave one to Michael. The boy looked concerned as I placed big amounts of food onto the table. When the timer beeped for the microwave I brought my Chinese food to the table and then started to eat.

As I ate I completely forgot about everything. I forgot about all the crappy things that have happened to me that day and I even forgot Michael was there. I just ate. After I ate the grapes, Chinese food and powdered donuts I was stuffed. But I didn’t stop. I wouldn’t stop.

I just wanted to forget and be happy. I wanted to just be numb. After I finished the Potato chips, pickles and brownies I didn’t think I could eat anymore. But I still didn’t stop. I kept eating.

“Y/n baby. Please don’t hurt yourself.” Michael said as he gently tried to take the fork from my hand. I shook my head and hiccuped as I took the fork back and started to eat the cakes.

“I’m not.” I said in a angry tone. My stomach was aching and groaning, desperate for me to just stop. But I didn’t. I finished both of the cakes and downed the rest of my soda. I threw the fork on the table and laid my head in my arms. I felt my stomach churn and cold sweat drip down my forehead. And I cried. I sobbed actually.

Michael stood from his spot across from me and kneeled next to me. He rubbed my back and rested his other hand on my thigh. He kissed my bicep and tried to fight back his tears.

“Y/n, are you okay?” He asked me. I shook my head and bolted up from my seat and to the bathroom. I collapsed onto my knees and gagged in the toilet bowl. Michael followed behind me and kneeled beside me, rubbing my back and whispering sweet nothings to me. I was in agony and I knew it was my fault.

I finally managed to throw up into the toilet. The acid burning my throat and tears blending into my sweat. I gripped the toilet seat with white knuckles and sobbed. Michael grabbed a cloth and wet it. He gently cleaned my face then grabbed me a cup of water.

“Here, rinse your mouth out.” He said. I did as told and spit the water back into the toilet. He flushed my stomach remains and closed the lid. I looked at the ground, refusing to make eye contact with my lover. I was embarrassed and scared and in pain. My stomach let out a deep gurgle and I wrapped my arms around it. I curled up into a ball with my back facing Michael.

“Baby, it’s alright. Im here to help you. Im not mad or upset. I love you.” He explained to me and he gently ran his fingers through my sweaty hair and kissed my neck. I started to cry again and he turned my body around and hugged me. He was sitting on the ground now and gently rocking me back and fourth while moving my hair from my face and resting his hand on my aching stomach.

“It hurts Michael.” I groaned as I leaned into his chest and buried my face in his neck, hiccuping. Michael frowned and gently rubbed my stomach, making sure to give me a gentle and loving kiss to my temple. He rested his cheek on my head. I cried lightly into his neck and my stomach grumbled and churned. My stomach was bloated and rock hard, and it hurt.

“Do you want a bath baby?” Michael asked me as he pet my hair.

“I don’t want to be a bother.” I mumbled as I rubbed my eyes and hiccuped. Michael kissed my head and lifted my head up by my chin to look at him.

“You won’t be a bother baby. I want to help you and take care of you.” He said and kissed my lips. I nodded and he gently stood up and started to draw a bath. He put the stopper into the tub and turned the hot water up before turning to me. He gently helped me stand up and sat me on the toilet lid.

“I’m gonna get you u dressed now okay.” He whispered to me as he took my shirt off gently and slowly. He threw my shirt into the dirty laundry bin in the bathroom and reached behind me to unhook my bra. He kissed my head as he slid my bra off of my chest and over my arms before it was fully off. He didn’t even think dirty thoughts I know it. He didn’t act in any sexual way when he saw my bare chest. He just focused on taking care of me.

He made me stand up and he slid my shorts down with my underwear and gently kissed my forehead. He gently sat me back on the toilet lid and made sure the water temperature was fine. He shook his hand free of water and stood back in front of me. I wrapped my arms around my stomach and moaned quietly and I leaned forward and rested my head against Michael’s stomach. He let my hair and scratched my back gently. I hiccuped again and looked up at my boyfriend.

“Let’s get you in the bath now. Do you still want to?” He asked me. I hummed in a response and he helped me stand and then into the bath. He helped me sit down and I sighed in pleasure as the warm water engulfed my body and helped my aching stomach.

“Do you want to soak for a little bit then I can clean you? Or do you want me to clean you first then just go cuddle in bed?” He asked me.

“Let me soak then clean me. Can we still cuddle after though?” I asked him as I looked up at him with soft and pain filled eyes. He kissed my lips softly and tucked my hair behind my ear.

“Of course y/n, anything you want.” He whispered and gave me a smile. I smiled back at him lightly then looked down into the water at my stomach. It was bloated and you could tell. It made me feel self conscious. It made me think Michael wouldn’t love me anymore. Michael stood up to leave but I quickly grabbed his wrist to stop him.

“Please don’t leave.” I whispered with tears filling my eyes. He nodded and sat beside the tub, leaning his back against the wall. He held his hand out for me to grab and I grabbed it. He squeezed my hand and I swallowed thickly.

“I love you y/n.” He said.

“I love you too Michael.” I replied. I moaned as my stomach grumbled and I hiccuped. Michael was now keeling against the tub and rubbing my shoulder with one hand. He looked to my stomach and I felt my face grow red.

“A-are you gonna leave me?” I asked him through tears. His head snapped towards me and his face showed confusion.

“No. No of course not baby. I would never, why would you think that?” He asked me.

“B-because.” I cried as I looked towards my stomach. He looked at my stomach then slowly got what I was talking about. He cupped my face in his hands and dried my tears with his thumbs.

“Y/n I would never leave you because of your weight or your eating habits. I’m here to help you and I want to help you. I don’t care that you’re bloated, you’re still beautiful to me. You will always be. I love you.” He told me as he kissed my lips.

“I love you too.” I said. He smiled at me and kissed me once more.

“Alright let’s get you clean now. Then we can go and cuddle on your bed.” He told me. I nodded and watched as Michael grabbed two washcloths from my drawer and rolled his sleeves up. He dipped the cloth into the water and poured some body soap onto it. He scrubbed the cloth and suds filled the once clean fabric.

He started at my shoulders and scrubbed around my neck and back gently. He then scrubbed my chest and moved to my arms. He managed to scrub my legs and stomach without moving me and then he grabbed a cup of water. He dipped the cup into the water and poured it over my soap covered body. It felt good and he was gentle with me.

When he finished washing my body he moved to my hair. He filled the cup with water once more and leaned my head back gently. He covered my forehead with his hand and poured the water over my hair, soaking it. He did this a few times until he was sure my hair was wet enough for my shampoo. He filled his hand with soap then moved his fingers comfortingly through my hair. He scrubbed gently and massaged my scalp magically.

When he was finished he rinsed my hair again then got a small bit of conditioner and put it into my hair. The way his fingers moved so fluidly through my hair made me happy. He was so gentle with me and the way he scratched and rubbed my head as he spread the soaps felt amazing.

He let the conditioner sit for a few minutes. While it sat he kissed my lips and admired my face. He always told me how much he loves me and whenever I ask him he says his favorite part of me is my eyes. He loves their color and how bright they shine when I smile. He loves the way he can see right through them and see my real self. He loves me for me. And that makes me happy.

He rinsed my hair once more then grabbed three big towels from my cabinet and draped one onto the floor. He held out his hand for me to grab and I did. He gently pulled me out of the tub and wrapped my hair in a towel then my body. He puked the plug out of the drain and the water started to be sucked down the pipe.

He walked over to me and dried my body off. He was gently and sweet about this too. He went into my bedroom and grabbed me some clothes to wear. He set out my underwear and one of his shirt that I love. He helped me slide my underwear onto my body then dried my hair for me. He put his shirt onto my body then moved me to the sink.

He grabbed my blue brush and gently started to brush through my crazy hair. He didn’t pull or tug at areas he couldn’t get through, he was gentle and considerate of my pain. When he finished he applied my chapstick for me and then he led me to my bedroom. Michael pulled back the covers and I laid down onto my comfortable bed.

“I’m going to change baby, I’ll be right here okay.” He told me. I nodded and watched as Michael took off his shirt and jeans, leaving him in his plaid boxers. He set his clothes on my desk and moved to the other side of my bed. He climbed into it and covered us both up.

Michael pulled my body closer to his and kissed me. I snuggled into his chest and hiccuped once more. His hand moved to my shirt and he gently raised it up right under my boobs. He placed a warm and gently hand on my stomach and started to rub it in circles. I breathed out and relaxed in his embrace. My stomach gurgled and Michael kissed my head as he continued to rub and calm my stomach.

Michael rubbed my stomach the whole night and by the time I fell asleep he was still rubbing it. I was really grateful for Michael for helping me and being there. He was so sweet and kind and gentle. I loved that he was so caring and loving towards me.

#fanfic #fanfiction #x y/n #fluff #x reader #reader insert #y/n #michael emerson #the lost boys #tw disordered eating #over eating #soft #angst #care #Michael Emerson x reader

[drpeppertummy]

Do you think… you could do more writing (or even art when you have the motivation) of some dave stuffing? He is legit so cute and I love how you wrote him before!

thank u !!!!!!! i need to use him more bc hes like My Special Little Guy

[stuffing, liquid bloat, mild burping]

"Hey Laurie!" Carrie waved to her friend across the yard. "Dave's gonna chug a two liter, wanna watch?"

"I'm good," called Laurie.

"Carrie, don't let him do that," said Wendy.

"Since when am I his keeper?"

"Yeah, since when is she my keeper?" Dave turned to look at Wendy.

"I can't stop him! Look at this, there's no restraining this guy," said Carrie, lifting one of Dave's scrawny arms. Wendy sighed.

"Can you at least get off the deck so you don't make a mess when you throw up?"

"Aw, fine," said Dave. He began making his way off the deck, Carrie and grape soda in tow. The soda had been part of his contribution to the get-together--he was an awful cook, so he'd brought a variety of beverages, as well as some chips and a pack of paper plates and bowls--but the big bottle of grape had been unanimously rejected upon arrival. The only logical thing to do with it, as far as he was concerned, was to dispose of it himself.

"You really going to drink that whole thing?" Gray asked as they passed by him. He was busy at the grill, wearing Wendy's tiny apron.

"Someone's gotta do it," said Dave, putting on a dramatic expression of bravery. Gray nodded understandingly.

"You should eat first," he advised. "You're gonna miss out."

"Damn, this guy's doing all the thinking," said Carrie, giving Gray a firm slap on the back. "Yeah, save the grape for after lunch."

"ZITI!" Sunny hollered, emerging from the back door with a steaming dish of pasta. A rush of startled birds erupted from the surrounding trees.

"I think the ziti's ready," Carrie chuckled.

Sunny set out the bubbling dish of baked ziti as Gray finished up the sliders he was grilling. Laurie went inside to retrieve the salads she'd prepared from the fridge. Two slow cookers simmered away in the kitchen, one of Carrie's signature bean chili and one of Wendy's famous corn chowder. Dave set aside his soda and brought out the plates and chips.

The lunch was a success, with only a few minor injuries. Sunny had fallen backwards out of his chair trying to catch a runaway napkin, and Laurie had banged her knee on the table trying to catch him. Neither of them had succeeded and both sustained a few bruises. Carrie, unable to control herself, had laughed so hard at the spectacle that she nearly choked on a mouthful of chili, and she spent the rest of the meal trying to clear traces of cayenne from her nasal cavity. Casualties aside, everything had come out fantastic. Even Wendy had gone back for seconds, and Dave and Sunny had gone for thirds. Sunny wound up regretting this choice, but Dave, who was notorious for being a bottomless pit, seemed unaffected by his bloated stomach.

The group sat and chatted, enjoying the pleasant weather and digesting the big lunch. Sunny was beginning to look ill, but the other five were comfortably stuffed. After relaxing for a while, they finally began the cleanup. As they cleaned, Carrie gently elbowed Dave in the side.

"Hey, you still getting rid of that soda?"

"Oh, yeah! I almost forgot," said Dave.

"Oh, god, Carrie, why'd you remind him?" groaned Laurie. "He's gonna explode!"

"I just want to see if he can actually do it," she said with a shrug.

"You're seriously still going to do it?" Gray looked over his shoulder at them as he wiped off the table. "I was hoping you'd lose interest."

"At this point I'm committed," said Dave. "Besides, I've got room."

"Are you sure? You don't look like you have room," said Wendy, eyeing his belly skeptically. After three servings of everything, his stomach bulged comically out from his skinny frame. Somebody who didn't know Dave might've thought he was on the verge of being sick. His friends knew better. Despite his scrawny physique, Dave had a monster appetite, and it took more than a few dishes of pasta and chili to push him over the edge. Still, looking at him now, it seemed impossible that his stomach could stretch much further.

"Sure I do," he said. Wendy didn't look convinced. "Anyway, nobody else wants to drink it, what else are we gonna do with it?"

"Most people would drink it over the course of a few days," said Wendy. "That's what the cap is for."

"It's gonna go all flat! Even I'm above drinking flat soda."

"That's really saying something, since you're about as discerning as the average garbage can," teased Laurie. Dave made a silly face at her and picked up the soda.

"Alright, Dave!" Carrie gave him an encouraging pat on the back. He sat down and twisted off the cap, and before anybody could say anything, he put the opening to his lips and tipped it back. The rest of the group watched, astonished, as the unnatural purple liquid began to disappear down his throat. It went quickly, and his belly bumped out further and further with each heavy gulp. He grabbed his stomach with his free hand as he drank. Finally, just as his stomach reached its absolute limit, the bottle was empty. He pulled it away from his face, gasping.

"Holy shit," he panted. An enormous burp escaped him as he spoke. "That sucked."

"God damn, Dave! I really didn't think you could do it," exclaimed Carrie, impressed. Dave set the bottle down, still trying to catch his breath, and rested both hands on his belly. He looked and felt like he'd swallowed a basketball.

"I feel like the girl from Slither," he groaned. The soda had pushed him far past his limit, and his stomach felt like it was about to burst. He forced up another burp, desperately trying to release some of the pressure. Laurie carefully placed a hand on the top of his distended belly. It had already been tight before, and now it was rock solid.

"So you're not gonna get grape soda next time, right?" she asked, giving his belly a gentle rub.

"I don't know," said Dave. He let out another burp. "If I keep practicing, maybe this'll be my signature party trick!"

"David!" She threatened to slap his belly.

"I'm kidding! I'm never doing this shit again," he groaned, rubbing his aching stomach.

#message #suggestion #writing #belly kink #tummy kink #stuffing #stuffed belly #xdavethehumanx #xcarriex #xwendyx #xlauriex #xgraythehumanx #xsunnyx

[lorirwritesfanfic]

Comfortable

Book: The Royal Romance/Heir Pairing: Liam Rys x MC (Jade) Rating: G Word count: 1190 Reading time: ~5min Summary: During the royal couple's honeymoon, Liam receives a request from his wife that will give her a chance to see a bit more of the King's carefree side and a hidden skill. Based on the prompt: @kingliamappreciationweek day three: foodie/baklava

Author’s note:

Jade Bourbon is a creation of this author. The others characters are owned by Pixelberry Studios;

I've been dying to write Liam cooking since he told MC he can cook. And I know he said that while they were traveling to US and not during their honeymoon, but at this point, who cares about following canon anyway? 🤭

Thank you @lizzybeth1986 and @sazanes for hosting another King Liam Appreciation Week. I'll gladly take any opportunities to write Liam ❤

A salty breeze caressed Liam's face as he flipped the pages of Cordonia's most prestigious newspaper while waiting for his wife to join him. These first few days of honeymoon had been like a stepping into paradise. He couldn't deny it was partially because Jade asked him not to read or watch the news, or think too much about work. However, he wasn't sure if he knew how to disconnect from himself from royal duties for too long.

He scoffed and shook his head. Reading the news wasn't work. He simply wanted to know what was going on in the world, like any regular person would do. There was no harm in that.

"Thank you, Javier! Have a nice day!" Jade beamed as she hung up the phone and approached Liam, leaning over to kiss Liam's cheek.

The king put down the newspaper to study his wife's features for a moment. "You seem giddy."

"I am," Jade said as she sat on Liam's lap and encircled an arm around his neck. "Javier just left with his wife, but he confirmed the pantry and fridge are fully stocked again with everything we need."

"That's good news. I see you already have something in mind for our lunch."

She nodded with a grin.

"What's the menu, my love?"

"Do you remember when the chef made us pasta alla norma for dinner three days ago and you said you knew how to make a mean spaghetti alla carbonara?"

"I do."

"Do you also remember you said we'd have more time alone together without the entire royal staff breathing on our necks?"

"Hm… I see where this conversation is going…"

"Good. Because we are all alone now and the chef already left everything ready for you to prepare us pasta carbonra."

"Did he?" He arched an eyebrow.

"He insisted on staying to cook, of course. But I assured him His Royal Majesty is fully capable of making a mean carbonara," she said, toying with the collar of his shirt.

The king chuckled. "As usual, you make a very compelling speech, my queen."

"Thank you." Jade kissed the tip of his nose, stood up, then reached for Liam's hands. "Now will you leave that newspaper behind and march that beautiful hiney of yours to the kitchen to prepare lunch for us?"

"Now? But I haven't read the international news section yet."

The queen narrowed her eyes and snatched the newspaper from his hand. "You're not supposed to read anything involving news. How did you get ahold of this anyway?"

"I don't know…" He gave his shoulders, feigning innocence. "It was right here next to a glass of grape juice when I came out here."

"It was Bastien, wasn't it? Ugh…"

Liam stood up, hiding a smile as he kissed her temple. "Let's not think about this now… How about we go to the kitchen and gather everything for our lunch?"

"Fine… It's not like he's here so I can kick him in the shins…" Jade grumbled.

Chuckling, the king then guided his wife to the kitchen.

As soon as the couple walked in, Liam inspected the ingredients neatly arranged on the counter, got an apron and fished his cellphone out his pocket to search for the pasta carbonara recipe just in case he forgot anything.

"I guess the chef did leave everything ready…" Jade glanced at the grated parmesan cheese and pancetta already chopped.

"He did." Liam placed his phone on a holder and reached for the pepper mill to season the egg yolks.

"Aw…" The queen frowned slightly. "I was hoping to help."

"You can prepare us a salad," Liam said he mixed the eggs, parmesan and pepper with a fork.

"I can do that."

As the king placed the bowl with the eggs mixture aside to turn on the stove burner, the sound of his wife huffing in annoyance reached his ears. "Is something wrong?"

"The chef left us a Caesar salad and dessert."

"You could make us something to drink," he suggested. "It's unfair that even Bertrand had a chance to drink a cocktail you made."

"Is it?" She asked, kissing his cheek. "I'll prepare us as many cocktails you want, love. How about margaritas?"

"Excellent choice, my darling!" He answered as he inspected the consistency of the pasta.

As the king busied himself with flavouring the oil with garlic then stirring the pancetta, he sensed a pair of attentive brown eyes gazing at him. He had lost count of how many times his eyes followed her every move. Jade was a fascinating woman. How couldn't he? Yet, it didn't occured to him she would do the same.

"You know your way around the kitchen," she began.

"I do. I used to watch my mother cooking sometimes. She liked cooking. And she was really good at it."

"Oh?"

"She made all kinds of homemade food. Soup, pasta, pie, cake… Everything she cooked smelled so good. It was impossible to resist peeking," he mused while tossing the spaghetti into the pan for it to absorb the flavour of the pancetta before placing it aside again.

"I get the feeling," she mumbled as she gazed at him and idly rubbing a wedge of lime on the rim of a coupe glass.

"How are our margaritas going?"

The queen was suddenly pulled out of trance and turned her attention to the drink. After dipping the glass into a plate with salt, she added a few ice cubes to the cocktail shaker, closed it and began to shake it.

"Almost done!"

"I see." A smile played on his lips as he seasoned the cooking water with pepper then added the eggs mixture.

"Hey, I can multitask!" Jade protested.

Her eyes then followed Liam adding more cooking water and gently cooking the mixture until it looked glossy.

"I just never seen you do anything like this before…"

"Setting up a tent for you in the French Alps doesn't count?" He asked, glancing at his wife from the corner of his eye as he placed the spaghetti back into the frying pan to coat it with the mixture.

"This is different."

"How?"

"I don't know… You look so focused, but at the same time, relaxed."

His brows went up in response. Very few people knew he could prepare some dishes. It was odd, yet surprising, that in just a few minutes she already knew how comfortable he was whenever he cooked.

"I am relaxed now that it's finally ending and we didn't end up with scrambled eggs and pasta instead."

Giggling, Jade encircled her arms around him, resting her head on his back. "I still think you did amazing. The pasta already smells heavenly."

"Thank you, my love." He lifted one of her hands to his lips to kiss it. "I hope you like how it tastes. I haven't cooked for anyone in a long time."

"Really?"

"I think Leo still was the crown prince when I made us pain perdu after a Beaumont Bash to celebrate Maxwell's birthday."

"How did you even manage to follow a recipe after a Beaumont Bash?"

"One glass of water for every glass of any alcoholic beverage."

"Very wise of you."

"I have my moments."

The couple shared knowing look and laughed.

"Are our margaritas ready?"

"Just waiting for us to set up the table and dig in."

Once he finally added more cheese to the pasta, the royal couple set up the kitchen island for lunch, took their seats and clung their glasses of margarita before starting their meal.

#choices fanfic #the royal romance #the royal heir #liam rys #liam x mc #kingliamappreciationweek #lorirwritesfanfic #lorircreates

[insomniacwriter17]

What if big Billy gets mad with Steve but not really mad, just a being fool and over sensitive to something? Could be little something like little Billy getting mad because Stevie laughed at him and was a meanie? I just love seeing how he can react in different ways

“hey, when you’re at the store today, can you grab more strawberry jelly?” billy asked steve. the blonde was sitting at the kitchen island, scraping the last of the aforementioned jelly out of the glass jar. 

“how could i forget?” steve had teased. “how could i ever expect you to eat your toast if i don’t buy you more strawberry jelly?” 

so billy went to work, and steve went to the store. 

but steve managed to forget strawberry jelly. 

and he didn’t realize he forgot until the next morning when billy was rummaging through the fridge, asking, “steve? where’d you put the jelly?” 

“oh shit, bills,” steve turned from where he was pouring his cup of coffee. “i don’t think i actually picked any up. i’m so sorry. i can go back and get some today.” 

billy’s head popped above the refrigerator door, eyebrow raised. “seriously? mr. ‘how could i forget?’” 

steve groaned. “i’m so sorry. i didn’t write it down on the list because we had literally just talked about it, and i must’ve forgotten.” 

“okay.” was the only answer billy gave steve as he pulled the grape jelly out of the fridge. he knew it was ridiculous to get this upset over literally nothing, but for some reason this had just rubbed billy the wrong way. maybe he just hadn’t slept well the night before and was a little cranky, but the kitchen had gone tense and quiet as billy made toast with grape jelly (the horror!) and scarfed it down, heading for the door. 

“i said was sorry, billy,” steve called after him when he realized the other was getting ready to leave for work. “come on, dude.” 

“love you, see you tonight!” billy called sharply over his shoulder. he may be irritated at steve, but he wasn’t going to withhold the sentiment. it wasn’t that serious. 

the front door slammed and steve winced at the sound. “fuck,” he grumbled. damn those million concussions.

billy didn’t know why the jelly thing made him so mad, but he couldn’t recover. all day he fumed over the fact that steve had forgotten about it.

and steve felt awful about it too. he ran to the store almost as soon as billy left, and he even bought two jars of jelly so he could have an emergency jar on hand. 

by the time billy got home from work that night, the blonde couldn't decide whether he wanted to apologize to steve or continue to be mad. 

he knew it was stupid to be mad, especially when he walked by the kitchen hallway and could see not one, but two jars of strawberry jelly on the counter. 

but he took himself upstairs, managing to avoid steve, and hopped into the shower like normal. 

what wasn't normal was that the moment billy opened the bathroom door after his shower, steve was standing there. “billy?” 

“jesus christ, steve!” billy yelped, grabbing at his chest in surprise. “what the hell?!”

steve’s arms were crossed over his chest, looking less than pleased. “you’re not going to avoid me. that’s not how this works.” 

billy rolled his eyes. “in case you missed the memo, i was in the shower. that’s hardly ignoring you.”

“well, good,” steve answered in a tone that let billy know that steve knew he’d been lying. “i said i was sorry, bills.”

billy sighed, shouldering his way past his boyfriend to drop his dirty clothes in his room. 

“you did.” billy replied easily, turning to look at steve. “its ok. i’ll get over it.”

steve frowned. “i dont want you just get over it. if you’re mad, let’s talk about it.” 

“nope.” billy turned on his heel and shrugged. “there’s nothing to talk about. you forgot the jelly. you apologized. you bought more jelly. it’s all good.” 

“you sure?” steve asked skeptically. it sure didn’t sound all good. 

“positive.” billy made himself smile at his boyfriend, reaching out to pat steve on the shoulder as he walked by his boyfriend on the way out of the room. 

so steve didn’t argue with him; instead he just followed billy’s lead. the blonde was quiet — moreso than normal, at least — and he was a bit more distant. but by the time they got ready for bed, billy seemed to be almost back to normal.

so as they snuggled up beneath steve’s duvet, billy’s arms wrapped around steve lightly, steve sighed quietly. “i really am sorry, billy,” he murmured. 

“i know,” billy yawned. “and i really am okay. i just had to be pissy about it for a minute.” he nuzzled his cheek against steve’s shoulder, already dozing off.

“good. you’re scary when you’re quiet.” 

“i’m scary all the time, harrington.” billy huffed. steve had to turn his face into his pillow to muffle the sound of his laughter. “don’t laugh at me, asshole.”

obediently, steve remained quiet for a moment before he added, “love you.”

“love you, too” billy’s voice was soft with sleep, and steve felt himself melting. 

“more than strawberry jelly?” 

“don’t push it.”

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #insomniacwriter17 #fanfiction #blurb

[secretobsessionstuff]

can you please do Kota and Blair for 18,43,78 on the “are you ok responses”?? maybe they get into an argument while blair isn’t feeling well so she leaves the room which prompts 18?

Thanks for the request!! The prompts come from THIS lovely post and I used:

18. "Like you care."

43. *can't answer over the urge to gag*

78. *humming no and cradling belly* "Mm-mm. M-My stomach..."

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Blair dropped her bag and coat onto the floor by the front door and made a beeline—ha Beeline—to the kitchen cabinet where they kept the medicine. She did not make that particular pun in her head, because her head was too sore to entertain any thoughts that weren’t about pain. 

The ache had first wrapped itself around her forehead, but quickly spread so that it wrapped around her whole body. The muscles in her shoulders and back felt constricted with tension. Her stomach too was feeling the discomfort of an intense ache. As if enveloped in an unwanted hug, she found herself sticky and uncomfortable, unable to shrug off the annoying weight that settled into her bones. 

She shook two pills into her hand and debated taking something for nausea. Blair never had much luck with anti-nausea pills; they never worked fast enough to stay down. The likelihood of the ibuprofen staying down wasn’t looking great either. The only reason she was chancing these pills was because she felt like she might stab the next person who spoke to her if she didn’t try something.  

Unfortunately for Dakota, he greeted Blair in the kitchen, solidifying his role as The Next Person Who Spoke to Blair. 

She did not stab him even though he came bouncing into the room, rambling about dinner. He made a Kotaline—you know, like Beeline—to the fridge. He opened the fridge so quickly that the jars and cans in the door clinked together annoyingly. Everything was annoying to Blair just then. 

Dakota shoved a handful of grapes into his mouth. “Thank God you’re home. I’m starving and we have literally nothing to eat,” he said literally eating fruit out of his palm. 

He spun around from the fridge and scanned the kitchen for something specific…something Blair was beginning to think she had forgotten. “Where’s the takeout? Did you get it?” He looked at her with exaggerated intensity. “Bee? Where’s our food?” 

Ah yes, the food. The food that Blair was supposed to pick up after the work. The food that would single-handedly save Dakota from starvation. That food. 

Blair didn’t want to look at him when she told him the bad news. What? With the way her stomach was aching, dinner was the last thing on her mind. She sat down on the kitchen stool with a sigh, burying her head in her hands. “I forgot it,” she mumbled, kneading her fingers into her forehead and eyes. 

“No. You’re lying. You’re joking.” 

“Fine. I’m lying. You’re right.” 

“Really?” Dakota asked, perking up like a dog.  

“No!” Blair slammed her hands on the kitchen counter. She didn’t mean to slam her hands, but they came down so heavily. Everything was so heavy. Her eyelids. Her stomach. The organ whined as if it had been stuffed with rocks. She blew a puff of air out of her nose, trying to remain composed. Dakota was just staring at her as if she maliciously flushed all their food down the toilet. She rubbed her hands together to get the tingling feeling to go away. “I’m sorry. I didn’t have a good day and I just wanted to get home. 

“So, you purposely skipped getting dinner?”

“No. I really did forget it. I left work and my brain just drove me home. I wasn’t thinking.” 

“Yeah, you weren’t thinking.” Dakota licked his lips and dragged his hand over his mouth. “I take it that means you didn’t pick up my prescription either?” 

“What?” 

“I asked you to pick up my meds on your way home.” 

“When?” Blair had no memory of this. 

“This morning before you left.” Dakota was starting to get antsy now, moving aimlessly around the kitchen. Blair knew he got stressed whenever he missed a day of his adhd meds. 

There was so much she could say to this. Did Dakota even wait for a reply this morning or did he just assume that she would get his prescription? Did she give any indication that she heard him say this? The answer was no, obviously, considering that she hadn’t a clue what he was talking about. 

And why did she have to do everything? She wasn’t the one sitting at home all day. He could have gone to the pharmacy. He could have gone grocery shopping. Hell, he could have done the dishes that were currently piled high in the sink. 

But Blair didn’t say any of this. She was too tired to fight. Her belly was making enough fuss as it was. She placed her hand on her abdomen, feeling it cramp and churn. She didn’t want to do this right now. Dakota was still wandering around the kitchen, opening drawers and cabinets. When he said her name, she realized that he was expecting more.

“Can we talk about this later? I had a terrible day, and I don’t feel well.”  

“What about dinner?” 

This time Blair did want to slam her hands on the counter. He wasn’t listening to her at all, only caring about his own needs. A sudden hiccup made her shoulders jump. The sound was half hiccup, half groan. “I really don’t care! I’m not hungry” —so very very far from being hungry— “Just do what you want.” 

“Oh okay, because you’re not hungry, everything is fine, then?” Dakota finally came to a stop, just long enough to glare at her. 

That might have been the first instance where he saw something wasn’t quite right with the way she looked. Kinda pale. Kinda shaky. But in the midst of the argument, his mind didn’t connect the pieces just yet, despite everything she’d been saying. He was still thinking about how his day might look tomorrow if he didn’t take his meds. “And it wasn’t your prescription so who cares, right?” 

God, Blair swore in her head, he was being so hypocritical right now. And sarcastic, and he kept putting words in her mouth. The last thing she wanted was anything in her mouth. But of course, he was feeding her words that she didn’t want, or think. Not only that, but she could feel bile rising in the back of her throat. 

“Kota—hic—please.” She hiccupped again, this time it brought with it a burp that coated her tongue in a slimy layer of saliva. “I don’t want to fight right now.” She wasn’t sure how long they were going to argue like this, but she was certain that her stomach would not last long before sending up her lunch. 

“Well, I don’t want to fight either but—” Dakota paused as she stood up from the stool and started to walk away. Honestly it was closer to a jog. As she passed him, she burped wetly into her hand. It did not sound good. Dakota grimaced at how sick that burp sounded. Now she was more than just kinda pale. More than kinda shaky. “Are—are you okay?” 

She had to sneer at this. “Like you care.” 

“Of course, I care,” Dakota said as he followed her down the hall. Damn she was moving fast now. Something was not right. “For real, babe, are you alright?” 

Blair did not answer him. She was too busy gagging into her hand. Her belly lurched but she managed to keep the sick from spilling past her lips, at least until she made it to the bathroom. 

She dropped to her knees in front of the toilet, letting out a gush of pale orange liquid. Hot vomit burned her throat before splashing into the water below. 

“Oh.” Dakota stood frozen in the doorway. “Shit.” 

More sick gurgled up her throat. She squeezed her eyes shut as the next heave rocked her forward. Her knuckles turned white from how hard she gripped the bowl. Each wave made tears leak onto her cheeks.

There was no chance to catch her breath in between bouts. It just kept coming. Her poor belly was spasming painfully, like a rag being wrung out to release the liquid trapped inside. 

“Ugh God,” she mumbled as a harsh retch made her hair fall down by her face. 

Dakota snapped out of his shock, perhaps realizing that he had soon-to-be husbandly duties, one of which was holding his soon-to-be wife’s hair back. He knelt beside her and gathered her hair up in his hand. With his free hand, he traced his fingers up and down her spine. “Okay, alright,” he muttered as he patted her back. “Get that shit up.” 

She was shaking and burning up beneath his touch. He could feel the heat on the back of her neck from where he held her hair.

For a while longer, she stayed on her knees, too afraid to move from her spot. 

Eventually, Blair let out a deep burp. It rumbled in her chest and made her shiver with a new spike of nausea. Another gag had her pitching forward. Nothing came up this time except for frothy saliva. She groaned and spat into the toilet.  

She sighed heavily, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and leaned back against the wall. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. “Ugh, I feel horrible.” 

Dakota settled into a better position as well, groaning as he pulled his feet out from under him to sit cross-legged. He took in the sight of her wan complexion “Oh Bee, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were so sick.” He wore a look of pure guilt and never took his hand off her thigh. “Are you okay?”

Blair made a low humming noise in her throat as if to say no and shook her miserably. “Mm-mm. M-My stomach...” She kept her eyes closed and her arms wrapped around her belly. 

He felt like kicking himself. “I know. You’re really not feeling well at all.” 

Blair cracked an eye open. “So, you did hear me say that.” It wasn’t really a question—more of a trap that Dakota was sure to fall into. 

He stuttered. “I—I was being an asshole and I wasn’t listening to you.” 

She shook her head at him. “That was the first right thing you said to me since I got home.” 

“I feel like a jerk.” 

“Oh, that’s because you’re a jerk.” 

Dakota gave her a sad, puppy-dog look. “I’m really sorry, you know that right?” 

“Maybe…” 

“Mmh? Okay…” He moved closer to her and kissed her forehead. “Do you forgive me now?” He kissed her nose. “Or maybe now?” Finally, he picked up her hand and gave it the softest of kisses. “How about now?” he whispered.

Blair looked down in an attempt to conceal her smile, but Dakota lifted her chin back up. He wore the cheekiest grin. 

“Ah I see that smile.” He kissed her nose again before backing up to give her space. “Ah you love me again,” he said in sing-song voice. 

“I never stopped, idiot,” Blair said. Then she got serious for a second. “But you can’t just kiss me to make it all okay.” 

“But I kissed you even though you’re covered in germs.” The look she gave him made him throw his hands up in surrender. “But you’re right. You’re right. I’ll pick up my own damn prescription right now and then go grocery shopping.” 

“Thank you. But first…” 

“Yes?” 

“Help me to bed.” 

#emeto #emetophilia #emetophile #sickfic #vomit fic #vomit kink #emetophiliac #emeto fiction #emeto fic #my ocs #Dakota #Blair #female sickee #female emeto #fever #stomach flu #stomach flu fic #stomach bug #stomach bug fic #stomach ache #stomach ache fic #vomiting #puking #puking kink #puke kink #puke without plot #angst fic #hurt/comfort #h/c

[imakeallthethings]

The process of making a batch of elderberry wine.

I've never made elderberry wine as I prefer to use the flowers, but we went blackberry picking yesterday and there were so many elderberry trees just laden with fruit that I had to try making wine from them.

I de-stemed the berries, the weight was just over 4kgs, found several recipes online, read all the advice that came with the recipes, decided to make up my own recipe, wrote it down in case the wine turns out good, mashed the berries with the potato masher for about an hour, put the scraps aside for the hens, added sugar, water and other stuff and left to sit until tomorrow when I will add whatever wine yeast I happen to have in the fridge.

I probably shouldn't be making more wine, I love making wine, it's like a science experiment and you never quite know what's going to happen. But I don't really like drinking it, I'll have a glass of cider on a hot summers day and make myself mulled wine on occasion in the winter, but the garage is filled with boxes of alcohol that I made, drank one bottle of then forgot about. I made over 30 bottles of cider last year I I have drank 3 of them. I should probably give it away, but I'm not sure on the etiquette of giving people homemade wine "yes I made it, no I don't know the alcohol content" especially when a lot of people I know don't drink at all.

On an interesting note, yesterday I pulled out bottles of the two first batches of wine I made, one apple and one grape. When I put them in the garage (2 years ago) they tasted very bland and uninteresting. Now the apple wine has changed to taste reminiscent of vegemite, I am honestly considering throwing it all out it tastes so weird. But the grape wine, which was half grape juice half sugar water has changed from tasting like nothing to tasting actually nice, it's a light flavour but not watery anymore. It is also carbonated which was very unexpected but definitely improved it.

I am thinking about trying to carbonate some of the other wines I have made as I think they would be improved by it (especially the meads) but I am a bit worried about the possibility of getting the measurements wrong and having exploding bottles to clean up.....

This post was much longer than I expected, if anyone has advice on how to safely make carbonated wine/mead I would love to hear it :)

#Wine #fermentation #fermenting wine #elderberry #Elderberry wine #Thoughts

[slf-nights]

There's Room for Two (Sebastian x Farmer)

(but written with my farmer in mind hehehe) (please indulge my fluffy soft horny first night feelings for Sebastian Stardew <33333)

“Welcome to the farm…”

After the ceremony earlier and groups of well-wishers giving you gifts over spiced apple cake and cider at the saloon, Sebastian had asked you to wait for him at the farm while he grabbed his motorcycle from home and overnight bag. He could transfer the rest of his room tomorrow, but tonight, he just wanted to be with you.

You had hurried home and changed into something more casual, standing on the porch, waiting for the familiar rumble of the engine, the crunching of leaves—any indication your husband was finally arriving.

The air was fresh and cool, filled with the smell of damp soil and fallen rain, and you inhaled deeply, savoring the last nice days before winter. All your corn and cranberries and grapes would soon be buried underneath a thick layer of snow…

Finally, you heard Seb’s motorcycle coming down the path and ran down the steps, motioning him over to the alcove behind the house. He slowed, maneuvering past the mailbox and sellers bin, walking it the final few steps in and kicking the stand down. Grinning, you ran over, tossing your arms around him and pulling him into a kiss, laughing as you pulled away.

His blush spread quickly, all the way to his ears, and he finally grinned back, holding your waist in both his hands. “Couldn’t wait to see me, huh?”

You shook your head, kissing his nose. “Nah. Need all the time I can get with my husband~”

He inhaled a little at the name “husband,” lacing his fingers between yours and starting to walk towards the house.

“Can’t believe I get to spend every day with my wife now…”

He emphasized wife in the same way you had, squeezing your hand gently and pulling his scarf tighter as the late fall winds blew.

“It always gets colder after Spirit’s Eve. One thing you can always count on.”

You nodded, finally reaching the front porch and stopping to look out over your property with him.

“I know it’ll be a full season before you really get a taste for farm life… and I haven’t even gotten a coop for animals up yet or the greenhouse or—“

He stopped you, wrapping his arms around you from behind. “Shhh. We have plenty of winter to plan. We don’t have to solve everything today. Let’s forget about it. Just for tonight.”

Leaning down to kiss your neck, Sebastian smiled, nuzzling below the collar of your sweater and whispering just for you to hear. “I don’t know about you, but I’d like to get warm inside~”

Now it was your turn to blush, cheeks flushing hot as Seb’s words lit a fire in the pit of your stomach. All the yearning and desire you had built over the past months had quickly come to a peak—your actual relationship and engagement going so quickly—but you knew there was no one else you wanted here beside you.

Reaching for the front door handle, you welcomed Sebastian in, locking the door behind you and going to stoke the fire and get a bit more light.

“So, the grand tour, I guess?? It’s not huge but. It’s enough for now, I hope…”

Nodding his head, Sebastian looked around the kitchen and living room with a smile, peeking into the fridge and looking at the giant crystals lining one wall close to the kitchen table. “Definitely. And we can make it into more. Together.”

“Together,” You affirmed, grabbing his hand again and pulling him towards the bedroom, giggling as your cat stretched out on the covers. “Ah. I forgot. The real owner of the house~~ Miso.”

Perking up at the new figure, Miso hopped off the covers and came over to sniff Sebastian, finally determining he was acceptable and looping in between his legs, purring softly.

“Well if you have Miso approval, I guess I can trust you~”

“Flattered, really~” Sebastian laughed, a quiet and reserved one, hushing himself up quickly after.

Gaze softening, you reached a hand up to Seb’s cheek. “You don’t have to hold back around me, you know?”

“Old habits.” He glanced away, closing his eyes and leaning into your touch. “May take a little time.”

“You’re safe here, Sebastian. You always will be.”

Pulling you into his arms, you felt the pressure of his arms, holding you like he could lose you in an instant, keeping you close to him. When he spoke next, his voice was choked with emotion, hot tears slowly tracking down his cheeks. “I’m glad you found me. That you kept talking to me. Checking in on me in the basement. Finding me by the lake. Bringing me all those silly gifts. I…”

You rubbed his back slowly, soothing him and kissing the tears off his cheeks. “You’re here now, Seb. You’re with me. I’m yours.”

Slipping his face away from your shoulder, Sebastian’s lips found yours, kissing slowly at first, but his hunger quickly taking over, hands wandering under your sweater and to your chest.

You gasped at the feeling of his hands on you, moaning softly as he squeezed, tracing your breasts until he found the nipple and pinching gently through the lace of your bra.

“Sebbbbb.” You whined softly, pressing your forehead into his shoulder.

“I’m here. I’m yours… I—“ He panted softly, pressing you against the bed’s edge. “I want you. Want to make love to my wife.”

#i may do a spicier part 2 but aaaaaa #sebastian x farmer ari #sebastian my beloved #sebastian sdv #self ship #I guess????

[bandomgay]

how do u freeze the oranges? do they get hard like ice or is it like a frozen grape situation where you can bite it and get a nice texture

Okay so like it was completely by accident I forgot had them so they were in my fridge and our fridge freezes EVERYTHING (in the back of the fridge) if u leave it to long so it froze but not like completely solid but it still had ice in some places so I just let it sit for about 7-10 mins to get softer but like the texture is literally AMAZING it's like .soft but crunchy somehow ..and COLD as hell and it makes the juice so good god damn I've never had a frozen grape so I don't know if it's in anyway adjacent to the texture but man that was good

#yummy i only have one left if my sibling spawns to devour it like damn GREMLINS in the night #ask

[tashabilities]

I suddenly want some spaghetti-os

That thin tomato sauce with them li'l amalgameatballs in the CAN.

I used to LIVE off that shit and I kinda miss it

I bought pears and cara cara oranges at Aldi

I wanted some grapes but all the grapes they had left were two produce bags worth and ain't no telling whose saliva and fingers they been infected with so I passed

So I'm starting to get a buzz and my mouth wants fruit and I need to finish the dishes and make this pizza cause I want pizza, too.

I was just AT Kroger and forgot GARLIC, ugh

I forgot about that burdock root I still got in the fridge, wonder if it's still good.

[innytoes]

"I’m a real adult, just last week I bought a vegetable." for Peterpatterlina

Becoming a world famous band almost overnight before Julie had even graduated high school had its perks. Of course, she got to do what she loved, playing music with the guys. She got to travel the country, and later the world. She got to go to cool parties and wear fancy clothes. She got to sit near Beyoncé at the Grammies. They got to do a Buzzfeed Puppy Interview.

Also, there was the stuff she pointed out to her aunt. She didn't really have to worry about the job market, because even if the band called it quits for some reason, she had so many connections she could make it as a solo artist or a song writer. And with the money the first album and the tours had made, she didn't have to worry about scholarships, or loans, if she wanted to go to university. All the money mom and dad had saved could go to Carlos' education.

There were downsides, of course. Tour buses were kind of the worst, as was the paparazzi and the gossip. The schedule could be exhausting, especially when you added in press and events. Sometimes she missed home, missed her family and friends. But it was worth it.

After their world tour, when they were back stateside again, she, Luke, and Reggie bought a nice, big apartment near the beach. Reggie missed hearing the waves, and honestly, she wasn't going to say no to watching her boys attempt to surf on their days off from workshopping their new album.

One thing she hadn't expected was just how difficult normal life was. After a couple of years of mostly touring or recording and crashing at her dad's in between, this was really the first time they had to... well, adult. Do laundry, and cook for themselves, and clean the apartment, and make sure they went to bed at a decent hour so their sleep schedule wouldn't do a full 180 and make them nocturnal.

Suddenly, she felt very guilty about ragging on her dad for making spaghetti so often.

"Do you ever feel like we're just like, fake adults?" she asked the boys, staring at the contents of their fridge. The bottle of ketchup, sad wrinkled grapes, and some dubious-looking lunch meat stared back at her. She was pretty sure everything but the ketchup should be thrown out.

"Hey, I'm a real adult," Luke defended. "Just last week I bought a vegetable."

Julie opened the vegetable drawer at the bottom of the fridge. The smell made her shut it almost immediately.

"I forgot the vegetable, didn't I?" Luke said, peering over the back of the couch. Slowly, Julie closed the fridge. "I'm sorry. Maybe we do suck at being adults."

"Don't worry guys, I've got this," Reggie said, getting out his phone. Yeah that seemed about right. They could just give up and order delivery or something. They could try being real adults again tomorrow. Or just live on take-out forever. Julie made her way over to the couch and crawled on top of Luke, burying her face in his neck. He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her close.

"Ray says we’re welcome to come over for dinner," Reggie reported. "I also texted your aunt, she'll meet us there. Maybe she can teach us how to like, meal plan or something. Or load us up with so many tupperwares we have at least another two weeks to figure out how to cook for ourselves like real adults."

Julie smiled, lips still pressed against Luke's neck. God bless their boyfriend for knowing the perfect solution to their angst. Of course the answer was family.

"Oh sweet, Ray's making spaghetti!"

#julie and the phantoms #juliexlukexreggie #fanfic #julie molina #reggie peters #luke patterson #I wrote a thing #yes reggie does take a notebook with him so he can write down all her advice #the real solution is always Ray Molina (and Victoria because you know she would be thrilled that they WANT her advice) #are alex and willie faring better? yes and no #Alex has the laundry and cooking part down #but he's also almost gotten arrested four times since they've gotten home #so really who is winning here?

[petalsofyouth]

can you share wip of any of your upcoming stories? i need something to stimulate my brain!!!

it took me a day to decide which part of what story to share, but here you go. /it's from kny's second part/

When he got back from the gym, sweaty and a bit angry that he couldn’t take a shower there because he forgot his towel and refused to use the gym’s one, you weren’t sleeping anymore. He found you both sitting on the sofa. You drawing and Ran reading a manga, his back on your folded knees. Next to you was a half-empty plate with rice paper rolls. Ran’s hair wasn’t tied up and because of this the whole scene appeared to Rindou very domestic and new. He had never seen his brother like this with anybody before. 

Neither had he seen him reading a book or a manga. Especially manga. 

“You reek Rindou.” Ran winces, not sparing a glance towards his brother.

“I can’t smell it.” You say in his defence and turn your head toward the door. You put the carmen shaded pastel chalk in its wooden box and stretch out the hand to Rindou. “Where were you?” 

He passes by the sofa, taking off his shirt and gently squeezes your fingers. Thick paper with colourful streaks on your lap has his attention and he stops leaning his face closer so he could see better. Your fingers stay in his hand and probably [most definitely] unconsciously he brings them to his chest. “What are you drawing? Is this some abstract shit?” 

“It’s a colour chat. You are so uncultured, Rindou.” The sorrowful sigh that Ran lets out makes you giggle, but you still smack him with your free hand. 

“You didn’t know what it was either.” You sneer and then address Rindou explaining to him why you are doing this. “I can see colours better like this and this way I’d know how they are acting on the paper and how they blend together. Some find it boring, but I love doing colour charts.” 

He hums, looking from bright paper - to him your chart looks like art - to your happy face. It’s obvious that you like Ran’s gift, but he indulges himself and lets go of your hand, goes to the kitchen, asking you something he already knows. “So you like Ran’s gift?” 

“Of course I do. It's 250 Sennelier soft pastels set and it’s in a wooden box.” You stop talking and reach out for the rice paper roll. You take the bite and after eating it, continue speaking. “Besides, I really appreciate the thought and the unnecessary amount of money Ran spent on it. I know how much it costs.” 

“He wanted to get a set of 525.” The cold water from the fridge tastes heavenly. Rindou places the empty glass on the counter and winks at his brother. Ran’s face darkens at his words and he shoots him a warning glare.  

“You did not.” The unfinished chart is dropped to the floor and you move forward, placing palms on Ran’s shoulder and tilting your head try your best to read the expression that casts on his face. Once you see his furrowed eyebrows and still look in the eyes, you know that Rindou is telling the truth. “Ran. Honestly I would be glad if you bought me… I don’t know… a grape soda.”

He turns his face to you and he gets so close your noses are almost touching. His breath tickles your mouth. Your lungs are full of air, but you are incapable of exhaling. Just looking at Ran and probably for the first time the new founded softness in his eyes rips something apart inside of you; beasts are howling. “I buy you your favourite soda every day. And it’s not a big deal. For your birthday I’ll get you something better.” 

You mutter a confused thanks, sit back and continue doing your chart. Even from the distance and the blur in his eyes - Rindou has an appointment with an ophthalmologist this week - he notices your confusion and shyness. He reads it in the timid grip of the pastel chalk and how your fingers tremble ever so slightly, suddenly unsure and not guided by your confidence across the paper. It’s amusing and sad both. Bittersweet, he decides. And honestly he doesn’t know why he feels like this. 

Without another word, Rindou goes to the bathroom, leaving you two behind. He washes his body thoroughly, admitting that yes, he definitely reeked, Ran was right here and you were being polite and defensive of him. He questions himself if he or Ran really deserve you. Would you stay with them forever? What would it be that would make you turn your back on them? To find them immoral and disgusting. Their true nature. [Rindou really believes they are doomed; to both, losing you one day and them being the nefarious].

Lately, you make late dinner in their kitchen. Rindou catches Ran stealing glances of you every other second. That day, he doesn’t help you as he usually does, but watches you chopping vegetables, slicing bacon and peeling cabbages leaves off. You are making okonomiayaki. Rindou doesn’t like it much, but Ran does and so he doesn’t say anything. Too afraid to disturb the solemn veil and turn his brother’s eyes into hard precious jewels instead of soft pools that you turn them into. 

Rindou would make a joke, because for once, he is the first one to read the situation. To understand what happened before it really happened and took a form.  

But he doesn’t. He watches his brother watching you. 

“What time will you and your friend go home?” Ran asks when the three of you are sitting on the sofa eating. 

“I don’t know. Probably around midnight or something. Maybe a bit later. Why?” 

“Do you mind if I give you a lift home? We must be done around the same time. Right, Rin?” 

Today’s meeting with Izana is a spontaneous one which is anything, but good news. Recently, there was a great outburst of unreasonable madness borderline psychotic tendencies from him; all members - even Shion, especially Kakucho - were distressed. And if Kakucho could somehow tame Izana even for a little while [in this situation a little while is better than nothing at all], everyone else were just trying to avoid him or not say anything that could provoke him. 

What Izana was obsessed with at the moment was, if fact, not an object or some unknown sudden desire for violence. It was a person. Sano Manjiro to be exact. But that no one knew yet. 

“Dunno.” Rindou shaked his head and adjusted his glasses in a movement honed over the years. “Doubt he has to say much though. It’s just…” 

He stops, thinking if he should say what he intends to, in your presence. They never discussed gang related things in front of you. They never agreed not to, it just happened to be like that. The stupidest and not effective - in Ran’s opinion - form of protection. As if not speaking about it puts you in a safe protected well. The well is however just a hole filled with water. It’s dark and wet there and Rindou has no idea if you can swim at all. What they are doing might be actually worse. 

The abrupt silence that follows is awkward, but you possess a good enough ability to read into the situations, to understand what they are doing. Why they stopped talking now and why they’ve been stopping [avoiding] all conversation relating to gangs in the past. As it is annoying and leaves you with a slime feeling of insecurity, it also is reassuring; it feels like they care. 

“We’ll be somewhere in Shimokitazawa. Her brother and his friends are taking us out. Someone just got released from the hospital recently and they kinda want to celebrate.” You say hastily, separating bacon from cabbage with wooden chopsticks. “So if you want to pick me up you can, but don’t worry about it much, because it’s not far and someone would drop me off at home anyways.” 

The sly smile resides upon Ran’s face. He licks his glossy lips - bacon grease is all over them - and chuckles. “I’ll message to ask you where you are.” 

You respond with a quiet okay. 

The dinner continues. 

Much to Rindou’s relief, Ran doesn’t comment on you hanging out with Toman members. In fact, he doesn’t utter the word about it and instead tells you a story of how Rindou walked in women's parts of sento and if not for them knowing the guy in charge there he would be very well banned from going there forever. 

You laugh and Rindou watches his brother watching you throw your head back and laugh laugh laugh. And the burning fire, your intoxicating mirth, feeds the bonfire in Ran’s chest, and it radiates so intensely, it scorches Rindou too. Barely, but aloud. And because of that and the reason that Ran in a way is a part of him, he can see his brother burning burning burning. 

He knows, from now on, there will be many more moments of him watching Ran watching you and burn.

#it's unedited so there might be some mistakes and typos

[drpeppertummy]

inspired by sandwich

[stuffing, tummy rub]

Sunny had been fast asleep in bed, dreaming of diner food, when he was woken up by the sound of his own stomach growling. He rolled over, yawning, and looked at the clock. Two in the morning. He groaned and turned onto his back, folding his hands over his stomach. It growled again, a low, pitiful sound. Sunny sighed and sat up. There was no sense in trying to fall asleep again, not on an empty stomach. Dressed only in his underwear, he slid out of bed and stumbled off to the kitchen.

Sunny stood groggily in the kitchen, rubbing his eyes. His stomach ached. He tried to remember what he'd eaten for dinner, but couldn't. Had he somehow forgotten to eat? It had been a busy day, certainly, but food was not something that typically escaped Sunny's mind. As hungry as he was, though, he supposed that must have been the case. He opened the fridge and winced at the harsh light. For a few moments, he stared blankly into the fridge, not processing a single thing that was in front of him. Then, he began fishing out ingredients. Somewhere in his sleepy mind, he knew for a fact that he had at least a little bit of bread left, and the thought of it made him want a sandwich. What kind of sandwich was still to be determined.

A pile began to grow on the counter as Sunny pulled more and more items from the fridge. Mustard, jelly, lunch meat, an assortment of vegetables, hummus, a few deviled eggs, some leftover pasta, shredded cheese, a pudding cup, the list went on. Finally, he decided he'd amassed a sufficient grouping of ingredients. Arms full, he bumped the door shut with his hip and got to work.

Sunny began assembling his sandwich with nothing but the light of the moon to guide him. The project involved three slices of bread and a lot of balancing, but with some focus, he was able to make it work. He stood for a moment, marveling at his handiwork, then picked it up and shoved it into his mouth. As he did, a voice behind him nearly sent him flying into the ceiling.

"Sunny?" Laurie squinted through the darkness at him. He let out a quick shriek, nearly dropping his creation.

"Laurie! Jesus Christ," he hissed, dramatically grabbing his hairy chest. "I forgot you were here. What the hell do you want?"

"I wanted to see what the hell was going on in here! It sounded like you were getting ready for a fucking party!"

"If you must know," Sunny said primly, "I was making a snack." Laurie flicked the light on. He cringed away from it, shutting his eyes. She stared wordlessly at the mess strewn about the counter, then at Sunny's enormous sandwich. It was dripping a mixture of mustard, horseradish, and grape jelly onto the floor. Sunny, realizing this, quickly shoved the drippy corner of the sandwich into his mouth.

"I don't know," she finally said. "I feel like a snack is something small and I don't think that qualifies."

"Of course it qualifies," he said with his mouth full. "A snack is something that isn't breakfast or lunch or dinner. And since it's none of those things, that makes it a snack." Laurie grimaced.

"Do you always make huge repulsive sandwiches in the middle of the night?"

"No," Sunny said defensively. "I forgot to have dinner."

"No you didn't, dumbass," said Laurie. "We got pizza, remember? You ate half of it!" Sunny's face went blank as he tried to remember.

"Oh. Huh."

"Christ, Sunny."

"Well, I was hungry!"

"You are such a goddamn specimen," said Laurie, rolling her eyes. Sunny shrugged and took another bite.

"Want some?"

"I'll pass."

"Suit yourself," he said through a mouthful of sandwich. As he chewed, the sound of approaching footsteps drew their attention. They both turned to see Gray in the doorway, rubbing his eyes.

"What's going on?" His voice was soft and sleepy.

"Sunny's having a second dinner," said Laurie, gesturing to their smaller friend. Gray stood and stared at Sunny's sandwich for a long time, then nodded understandingly, turned around, and returned to the couch where he'd been sleeping. Laurie buried her face in her hands, trying not to laugh out loud. Sunny, meanwhile, was finishing up his snack. Laurie was a little surprised at how quickly he'd wolfed it down, especially after stuffing himself full of pizza earlier in the night, although clearly the pizza hadn't had much of an effect on him. The sandwich, however, seemed to be catching up with him. His tummy, normally completely flat, stuck out conspicuously from his skinny frame, and Laurie could tell from the way he moved as he began cleaning up that he'd overdone it.

"Little too much for you?"

"Huh?" Sunny looked up.

"You look a little full," she giggled. He glared at her.

"Well, that's the point of a snack, isn't it?" He opened the fridge, nearly dropping half the things he was carrying as he did, and began shoving everything back in.

"Jesus Christ, Sunny, no wonder you can never find anything. Move," said Laurie, nudging him aside.

"Hey, don't fuck up my fridge," he protested, pushing his way back in. "Everything is exactly where it goes. You just can't understand my vision."

"Your vision! Yeah, right. At least put things in upright!"

"I am putting them upright!"

"Leaning them all over each other is not the same thing as upright."

"You don't even know what you're talking about. Would you get out of my way?" Sunny tried to move Laurie aside as she had done to him, but she didn't budge. As they stood bickering, a sturdy arm suddenly slipped around each of their waists. Sunny let out a groan of discomfort as Gray lifted both of them up with ease, elbowed the fridge shut, and carried them back to the couch. He lay down with his friends piled on top of him, then pulled the blanket up and returned to sleep. Laurie and Sunny looked at each other as Gray began snoring softly. Laurie, accepting her fate, let her head rest against Gray's chest. Sunny's belly let out an unhappy gurgle. Even under the thick blanket, the curve of his overstuffed stomach was visible. Smiling sympathetically, Laurie reached out and gave his belly a comforting rub. Sunny looked at her for a moment, his expression uncharacteristically soft.

"Go to sleep, Sunny," she whispered, and closed her eyes.

"Night," he whispered. He gazed up at the ceiling for a little while, then closed his eyes as well.

#writing #belly kink #tummy kink #stuffing #xsunnyx #xlauriex #xgrayx