#today it’s a local fast food burger

[foldingfittedsheets]

If I’m a good little creechur and go along with myself nicely to my doctors appointments I reward myself with a little treatsie.

#ramblies #today it’s a local fast food burger #being an adult is literally just building in your own reward system #but the good news today is that my doctor was worried about some breast cancer adjacent badness but it seems that’s all been disproved #I still need to keep a little norple diary but that’s not so bad

[usedtobecooler]

okay but what about virgin eddie being eager to please and the reader showing him the ropes and he’s just naturally so good at it :( i need it :(

oh anon what are you doing to me!

part one // part two // part three // part four

Pairing | Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings | sexual content (18+ minors dni), fingering f receiving, cumming in pants, corruption kink, reader really likes that eddie is a virgin, car sex, dubious content (i think? reader rubs up against him without consent?), dirty talk, lots of eddie being called pretty and handsome!!

Word Count | 2.8K

A/N | i really took this and ran with it, god damn!! virgin!eddie just does things to me the boy is SO corruptible. i need help, jesus and a nap after this.

You sort of knew he was at least inexperienced from the get go. You'd met working at the local record store and doing the late shifts together. You never missed the way he'd get so flustered any time you'd pay him a compliment.

'Eddie you look so nice today', 'wow Eddie you should wear your hair up more often it looks good', or when you'd greet him with a 'hey handsome' or 'hey pretty boy' and he'd stumble over his words and go beet red. You could tell he didn't really get chicks, it was obvious by the way that all he could talk about on Monday mornings were his D&D campaigns that he played with literal sophomores.

Twenty year olds who barely skim by to graduate after their third year repeat of senior year didn't get babes. He knew that, you knew that. But you were so attracted to him anyway, you got a sick thrill out of how easy it was to panic him and make him blush.

You gave Eddie a ride home from work every night, the trailer park was a fair few miles from the shop and his van went bust a few months prior so it was sat like an antique with grass growing around it just outside his front door. Wayne made a point of complaining about it a lot when you were in earshot.

'Either fix the damn thing or get the piece of crap towed away. I know we live in a trailer park but we sure as shit ain't tramps.'

So yeah. He wasn't necessarily a lady killer but he was just so pretty to look at and it made your stomach do funny jumps. He was so passionate too, he could talk for hours about his guitar or Lord of the Rings and he remembered every little detail. Soaked in everything you'd ever say and remember it for next time.

So sue you. You liked Eddie 'the freak' Munson who was just the sweetest, prettiest boy you'd ever met. And you needed to corrupt him.

You were subtle to begin with. When you'd shuffle by him in the store you'd make sure to get as close to him as possible as if the space was just too tight for anymore room. You'd lay a hand on his waist to brush past, lightly dance your fingers on his shoulder. 'Whoops, sorry' you'd say when your ass would brush past his dick, you'd pretend not to notice his flustered look and his stumbling words.

It all came to a head on one Saturday night as you were driving Eddie home. Dio's Holy Diver playing as background noise. You bonded over your love of the same bands too, you'd occasionally catch his eyes go all gooey when you'd talk about Metallica. You couldn't help but notice the ways his eyes would wander over your chest, where a band shirt would usually be sitting. The way he'd look at your legs in your fishnets and tight skirts. Stutter when you'd catch him and give him a wink.

But anyway, this particular Saturday you'd asked if he wanted to go to a fast food joint for some burgers before going home. You were, admittedly, starving after bailing on lunch in favour of helping Eddie with the new shipment of vinyl that had came in.

Eddie was a gentleman, offering to pay for the burgers since you'd been driving him home and who were you to refuse a free meal. He took them to go so you could drive to a place somewhere quiet and eat in silence.

You drove up to a spot you went to occasionally when you needed some time to sit and relax on your own. It was essentially an old junk yard full of shitty banger cars but nobody ever came out here and it was nice for watching the stars on a clear night.

You eat your burgers mostly in silence, both of you chomping down like you hadn't eaten in days. You're sat in a silky leopard print skirt, fishnets all torn around your inner thighs from them rubbing together all day. You sit really unladylike, legs open and comfortable.

You catch Eddie peaking again.

"Eddie, sweetheart, its only a pair of thighs." You say quietly, breaking the comfortable silence in favour of embarrassing him, "You see them everyday."

Eddie flusters a little, mouth still full of burger but he stops chewing and goes bright red, floundering for words, "S-sorry, uh, fuck I can't help but look. Your tights are all torn." He points out, motioning towards the large holes.

"Babe, you can't honestly tell me that's the reason you were looking," You say, balling up your fast food paper and tossing it in the back without looking, "you're trying to catch a glimpse of my princess parts."

A laugh bubbles out of your mouth at the use of those words, only using them to tease Eddie and his seemingly virginal ways. Worried if you call it a pussy he'll open the door and flee.

"Uh, eh, I wouldn't know much about that," Eddie cringes at his own words, he can't even look at you and it's just so endearing, "I can't say I've ever seen one."

You gawp a little bit. Taken aback by his confession.

"What do you mean, Eddie?" You ask, the teasing way in your voice only coming out just a smidge now, "You've never...?"

"God, don't make me say it, sweetheart," Eddie grimaces, tossing the last of his burger on the dashboard, hunger long forgotten at the embarrassing conversation, "I'm a twenty year old virgin. Laugh all you want, you should."

"I'm not gonna laugh," You say, all too quickly, "I just can't believe no girl, or guy maybe, has ever pinned you down and just ridden the shit out of you. You're really hot, Eddie. I mean, really hot."

Eddie's cheeks flush so dark they're almost purple and suddenly he's shuffling awkwardly in his seat next to you, like he's trying to cover himself from you.

"Hey pretty boy," Your voice is barely above a whisper now, you lean over and tug at his arm to get him to turn to you again, "I find that kinda... hot."

Eddie scoffs at that but lets you move his arm, your fingers beginning to dance down it, edging closer to his wrist, "Yeah, right. You don't have to lie to me I know it's ridiculous. Who the fuck is still a virgin at this age unless it's by choice?"

"Means you're all kinds of corruptible, handsome." You're not teasing anymore, bringing your hand further down to drag your fingers over his knuckles, "Makes me kinda hot and bothered."

"Oh, oh right," Eddie sucks in a breath and shudders, Jesus Christ this guy has no game and it's so fucking cute you're about to burst. Your cunt is twitching already just thinking about ruining him.

"Maybe I could show you the ropes? Y'know? How to touch a girl an' get her going?" You suggest, and you can see the goosebumps littering Eddie's arms, "Obviously so that when you find a girl you really like you can wow her."

A strangled little noise caught between a whimper and a sigh escapes Eddie's lips, his head thumps back against the headrest on his seat, displaying his gorgeous expanse of neck, the veins protruding in ways you can't ignore. Admittedly, he's already got you going without even having to touch you, and you know now that you're fucked.

"You gotta say yes or no, handsome. Just so I know you're into this and I'm not adding two plus two and getting five," Your voice is gentle as you finally grip hold of Eddie's wrist gently, dragging it over to rest on your inner thigh. His fingers flex on the skin, gripping ever so slightly, making you exhale a shaky little moan.

"I, uh, I would like to. But I'm gonna be shit, no point denying it," Eddie barks out a little sarcastic laugh, his brows furrowing together.

"Oh, honey," You giggle, "you're a guitar player. Those fingers already know what to do without me having to show them. I'll just tell you what to do, where to press, how fast I like it, how hard. Can you listen to me and do that?"

You chance a glance down at his crotch and can see the thick outline of his cock straining against the zipper of his jeans. Your mouth practically starts salivating, already eager to know just exactly how it looks. In your daydreams it was big, but looking now in the dim light at his concealed erection, it was obvious just how big it truly was.

You get up from your seat, shuffling a little so you can swing a leg over and perch yourself in Eddie's lap, gasping a little when you sink down just enough to rub your cunt along his hardness. Eddie bites down on his lip, a strangled, breathy moan leaving him.

"This okay?" You ask, just to make sure, and he's nodding so fast he could get whiplash. You take ahold of Eddie's right hand again, sliding it under your skirt to let his palm rest lightly over your pussy, letting him feel the heat and the damp patch that's formed in your cotton panties so quickly, "You've done this to me already and you haven't even touched me yet."

"Really? Shit," Eddie looks up at you with wide brown eyes, like a deer caught in headlights. He's so eager, letting his fingers run over your clothed folds, dipping a finger in between experimentally and smiling a little when you moan, "Can I, uh, can I move your panties out of the way?"

"Go for it, handsome. Get a good feel." You're back to smirking again, but not for long when Eddie hooks two fingers into the elastic of your panties and pull them to the side, exposing your puffy little cunt to the cold air. You gasp when two hot fingers rub between your lips, catching on your clit just barely, "Okay, can you find where my clit is?"

Eddie nods eagerly, running his fingers back up and pressing on that little hard bundle of nerves, his cock twitching at the feeling of your slick in between his fingers, "There, right?" He asks, just to make sure, but it's obvious by the way you bite your lip and whine.

"Yes there, fuck, Eddie if you do good for me this really isn't gonna last long," You admit, throwing your head back a little, "just rub me there in small circles, I like it fast."

Eddie's fingers start to almost expertly rub you in circular motions, his calloused fingertips catching and dragging your clit in the most delicious way. You turn into a whining mess quite quickly, especially when his free hand comes up to grab at the meat of your thigh to hold you in place.

"God, handsome, you're really good at this, uh," You choke on your own tongue when he speeds up a little, "wanna use that free hand and slip your fingers in me?"

"Yeah?" Eddie asks, glossy eyes dancing a little, "you sure?"

You nod excitedly, knees buckling a little when you feel his hand come up under your skirt, the pads of two fingers swirling around your entrance. You can't believe he's never done this before, you half expected him to not even know where your hole was never mind anything else. He looks into your eyes, raising his brows a little in a silent question and you nod again.

Eddie sinks his fingers in all the way to the hilt immediately and it makes you gasp, the breach unexpected but certainly not unpleasant. A nice stretch, the cold of his thick rings on the rim of your cunt making you shiver, "Pump them in and out of me and try to find a, Jesus, a rhythm that matches your fingers on my clit."

"Does this feel good?" Eddie asks, and it's clearly meant to be in earnest but it sends hot flushes all up your spine, his long fingers beginning to pump in and out of you slowly.

"God, yeah, yeah it does, Eddie." You whine, hips having a mind of their own and helping him with the process, helping his fingers sink in and out, "Crook them a lil, you'll find a soft spot, kinda feels like a sponge."

Eddie's brows furrow together, his fingers starting to falter both inside of you and on your clit as he tries to find a rhythm. It comes back to him quickly, both of his fingers sunk deep in your cunt crooking ever so slightly and finding your gspot almost immediately.

You choke out a moan that sounds wet, like you're about to cry, "Fuck, right there, handsome. Keep doing that, m'gonna cum."

His fingers are heavenly dancing inside of you. His assault on your clit is hard and fast and soon enough you're so wet that you can feel it running out of you, probably slicking Eddie's hand, wrist and arm with creamy slick, "How does it feel for you, Eddie?"

You're looking at each other and the lust is apparent in Eddie's face, the way his brown doe eyes are hazily watching you, "Feels so good. Your pussy feels like heaven on my fingers, you're so tight."

"Fuck, dirty talking already are we?" You almost squeal, a hot flush taking over your whole body as you chase your orgasm, "Love hearing dirty words coming from your mouth about me, keep going."

Eddie leans forward, hot mouth kissing and sucking wetly at your tits, your collarbones, your neck, "Y'like that? Like my fingers in you? You're whining like a little slut."

You fucking lose it at being called a slut, the mixture of his hands, his mouth and the obscene slicking sounds coming from your cunt have your legs buckling, your stomach twisting as you reach your high, cumming so hard that your pussy constricts and grips at Eddie's fingers tightly, a loud moan slipping from your mouth, hands automatically coming up to grip at his curls as your hips fuck back and forth, riding out your orgasm.

You're sensitive, shivering a little as Eddie rubs you through the last of it, so you rest a gentle hand on his wrist to let him know to stop. He stops immediately, long fingers sliding out of your cunt slowly as not to startle you.

"Was - was that okay?" He asks, looking at you again with those gorgeous, stupid doe eyes, the nervousness back and apparent in his voice. You're all orgasm stupid, barely able to keep your eyes open, so you lean forward and smash your lips onto his, greedily lapping your way into his mouth with your tongue as a way of confirming it was good.

Eddie's big hands come to encircle around your waist, deepening the kiss. So, okay, he's not the best kisser just yet but you can show him that too. It's sloppy and wet and everything you need right this second.

Your hips begin to rub along the length of Eddie's still painfully hard cock straining in his pants, you put down enough weight to grind perfectly against him, your sensitive clit loving the friction of the thick denim running against it.

"Wha-" Eddie pulls away from your lips, confusion on his face turning to ecstasy, a moan escaping him. Fuck, he's so loud it's making you flutter.

"Was gonna try an' get a hand on your cock but that can be for another day," You hum, hips still gliding back and forth roughly, "wanna see you cum in your pants, though."

"Fuck, sweetheart, you have no idea what you're - uh, god - what you're doing to me," Eddie's whimpering, a sheen of sweat on his forehead, matting down his fringe, "m'gonna cum, shit, shit, I'm cumming."

You watch every bit of it, the way the veins in his neck pop, his eyes squeezing shut as he vibrates against you, fingers squeezing you so hard it'll bruise. Fuck, he's so pretty you want to die, you can't believe you're the first person to make him cum and you didn't even have to lay a hand on him.

When Eddie eventually opens his eyes, the blush is back on his cheeks, as if he's mortified by what he just did, "Damn, twenty years old and I just came in my pants like a teenager."

"It was hot, pretty boy," you sigh, leaning down to peck his lips, "I'll get a hand on you soon though, I need that thick cock everywhere on me."

He whines at that, hips bucking up of their own accord, "Fuck, you dunno what you're doing to me, sweetheart."

"Corrupting you, Eds. And you're gonna love every fucking minute."

#ha fuck i cant stop imagining corrupting virgin!eddie #eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female!reader #stranger things #my fanfic #mine #smut #x reader #fem reader #stranger things imagine #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn fic #joseph quinn smut #virgin!eddie #virgin!eddie munson

[scintillyyy]

the thing is that i genuinely think the idea of batburger in current continuity is kind of dumb (jokerize the fries, rolling my eyes) partially because it's clear it's a concept so you can have 5 panels go viral for humor partially because the way everyone's fast and loose with secret id's in the field they may as well have a bruce wayne burger on the menu-

but there's a part of me that thinks that the concept of batburger (sans jokerize the fries, because again. rolling my eyes) would have been absolutely hilarious and on-brand for 90s comics during the urban myth era.

because fast food today is nothing compared to the branding and advertising of fast food era of the 80s and 90s. like when mcd's got swarmed for the teenie beanies by collectors causing fights and injuries over kids meal toys??? you could never see that kind of passion today.

imagine. you are a local businessman in gotham. you are trying to think of a fast food restaurant to market to 10 year olds. you hear of a local urban legend that all the kids are talking about, the batman, and you've decided you've struck gold. you get to work. batburger. you make mascots a la ronald mcdonald and the crew, but you don't have any idea what the batman actually looks like so you just make it up based on what would appeal to kids and make them want to eat your food. i imagine your batman has vampire teeth or is literally a man dressed in a bat costume. your robin is a man dressed up as a literal robin. you make a tv show about them where the crimes they solve are the mystery of the missing fries. you have commercials. there is no copyright on batman as a concept. bruce wayne is powerless to stop you. when you do a special limited edition superhero toy series in your robin meals, collectors come and start a riot. batman comes to break it up.

#tim drake shows up with a robin meal on patrol and bruce's frown intensifies #batman? oh you mean the fast food mascot yea i've heard of him #i just think the concept would have been infinitely more hilarious during the actual heyday of fast food

[apomaro-mellow]

I finally wrote about stobin carhops

“I can’t believe we got another job using one resume”, Steve said.

“I can’t believe you said we were managers at Scoops”, Robin said.

“How are they gonna check, Robs?”

“Good point. You ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

The new job at a local burger joint was decidedly in the ballpark of both of their abilities. The only drawback for Robin was....the skates.

“So these are a requirement? Not like, a suggestion?”, she asked, looking at the roller skates warily. Steve was already lacing up.

“They are in fact a requirement”, Cheryl, their current manager said.

Robin slipped and slid while on wheels. Which was why for about 90% of their first shift, she rolled along arm in arm with Steve.

“What’s even the point of having someone skate your food to you? I mean it seems like a total novelty. Purely for shits and giggles for customers.”

“You nailed it. It’s novelty.” As they rolled around the lot, Steve used the hand that was free to deliver food to the different cars. Robin used her free hand to write down the orders.

This system worked for about a week before Cheryl told them they couldn’t do that anymore. The very next day, Robin dropped five orders (two of which were on purpose) and was removed from her carhop responsibilities.

She kept her post at the register and the pick up window.

The uniform consisted of a white polo-style shirt with red accents. Most of the staff wore red pants to match. Some of the girls beat the heat with red shorts though.

“What are you wearing?”, Robin asked when Steve clocked in one day in those very same shorts.

“Uh, the uniform?”

“Uh-huh. Feelin’ the heat lately?”

“It’s been pretty warm the past few days”, Steve said.

“And I best the change has nothing to do with the fact Eddie said he’d be by on your lunch break today.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Steve tried to look neutral but his voice was way too chipper for someone who had to smell grease this early in the morning.

Robin knew for sure Eddie had arrived. She didn’t have a full view of the lot when she was at the register but she did see Steve lose control and skate right into a light pole. That could only mean Eddie was nearby. She let them have their lunch alone, knowing they would be sickeningly lovey-dovey the whole time.

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“You know....”, Steve started. “I bet Vickie would lose it if you were in shorts.”

“Actually, she said my teeth are my best feature”, Robin smiled wide.

“You two are so weird”, Steve laughed through it while mopping the floor.

“This from the guy who spent two whole hours staring at his boyfriend’s hands.”

“I didn’t-”

“TWO HOURS!”

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Steve let out a sigh when he saw that Eddie had driven Erica along as well.

“You already know”, Erica said. “Chocolate vanilla swirl.”

“Erica, I know I said free ice cream for life but-”

“But nothing. You thought you could get out of it by switching jobs. But karma always finds its way back.”

“I don’t think me working at a fast food place is karma. Right?”, Steve looked to Eddie, like he was worried this really was the work of cosmic forces.

“I don’t know...” Eddie leaned out of his open window to get a better look at Steve’s legs. “Feels like karma to me.”

Steve grinned when he noticed being checked out and leaned in towards the window. He opened his mouth but Erica beat him to it.

“You can flirt when you’re not on the clock. Ice cream. Chop chop!”

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It was a slow day for once, so Robin and Steve were sitting on the hood of his car, sharing some fries between them.

“What do you think our next job is gonna be?”, Steve asked.

“I think after this we should branch out. Maybe go for the federal government? Or at least look for managerial positions.”

“Would a place hire two managers at once?”

“One for the day shift and one for the night?”, Robin said, pointing at herself for day and Steve for night.

“But then we’re not gonna see each other.”

“Shoot, you’re right. What about working as mail carriers? You drive, I’ll put them in the box.”

“That’s actually perfect.”

“Great!”, Robin exclaimed. “So when this place burns down or gets destroyed by a quake-”

“Or a flood, or a tornado, or another fire-”

“Point is, we already know what our fallback is. And it’s perfect because everybody always needs mail.”

“It’s kind of crazy how we’ve never been fired. And that our past work places have been leveled”, Steve said. “I really think we could put anything on our resumes at this point.”

“Lemme get a couple of college credits before we start lying to get better jobs.”

“So another couple of months?”

“And you’ll be talking to the new CEO of something or other.”

“Co-CEO”, Steve reminded her, holding up a medium soda.

“Co-CEOs”, Robin tapped hers to his in a toast.

@little-gae-shit

#apo writes #stranger things #fanfiction #platonic stobin #steddie #robin buckley #steve harrington

[jayfortheday]

Hello💘💘 I LOVE ur writing and if ur taking requests atm can I request a kinda funny one shot for Vance Hopper where the reader is rly sweet and polite so they never complain about their food order being wrong so Vance is always the one to be like “THEY ASKED FOR NO PICKLES”

No Pickles (Vance Hopper)

Pairing: Vance Hopper x GN!Reader (romantic or platonic)

Word count: 791

Description: Vance and Y/N get fast food together and Y/N receives the wrong order. They're too shy to get it corrected so Vance does it for them

Tags: Fluffy, fast food date

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Ever since you had become friends, you and Vance had made it a point to get burgers for lunch every Saturday. This saturday was no different in that regard. Vance met you outside your house at 11:30 to walk with you over to the local McDonald’s. On the walk over, you discussed school. There’s always more to discuss with you and Vance being in different grades. 

You talked about teachers and classmates and homework and upcoming tests. You loved talking to Vance, no matter the topic, one reason these outings were so special. You arrived to the restaurant at around 11:45, just in time to meet the rest of the lunch rush. However, being a smaller town, the rush wasn’t large. You only had to wait in line for about five minutes before it was your turn. 

As normal, Vance let you order first as he examined the menu, even though you knew he knew what he wanted. 

“Hi, um, can I just get a cheeseburger with no mustard?” Even though you tried to project, your voice was still quiet. If this cashier wasn’t one who had served you many times, she probably wouldn’t have understood what you wanted. She nodded as she punched the buttons on her register. 

“Any fries today?” She asked with that artificial customer service voice. You nodded in response. “59 cents today,” she said, reading the number off the register.

You handed her a dollar bill and waited for her to count out your change of 41 cents. She handed the coins to you and you stepped away from the register. You paused by Vance. 

“You wanna find a table while I get our stuff?” He suggested. You nodded with a small smile and headed into the dining area. Your favorite table by the window was available so you rushed over and sat at it. You took the opportunity to put your coins into your pocket as you waited for Vance to return. 

After a couple of minutes of staring out the window, Vance walked over with two bags in hand. 

“Number one,” he said as he plopped one of the bags in front of you. “And number two.” He put the second bag on the table near his spot. He reached into his bag, pulled out the fry container, and popped one into his mouth. You reached into your bag and pulled out your wrapped burger. You unwrapped it and lifted the top bun to check if they remembered to leave off the mustard. As you half expected, there it was, a sickly yellow sauce sitting on top of the burger. 

The slightly sour look on your face must have given you away. Vance suddenly leaned over the table to examine the burger with you. He could already see the gears in your head turning, debating whether to ask for another one or just suck it up and eat is as-is. 

“I can go get you another one if you want,” he suggested, pointing his thumb towards the register. 

“Oh, no, no it’s ok, it’s fine, really,” you responded, already embarrassed at the thought. You hated complaining about things, they always felt so small. Vance smiled a bit, seeing through your rambles. 

“Give it here,” Vance said, holding out his hand expectantly. There wasn’t any annoyance in his face or really any negative emotion, he was fine doing this. You sighed a little, rewrapped the sandwich and handed it to Vance. He took it, stood up, and walked otwards the register.

Blush spread through your face as you watched him. You knew that, for him, this was no big deal but you thought it was. You rest your elbows and chin on the table and clasped your hands on top of your head. You kept a close eye on the counter. Vance raised the burger in his hand as he talked to the woman at the register before setting it down on the counter. An apologetic smile crossed her face as she spoke indistinctly to Vance. She turned behind her and shouted something to the kitchen. 

After a couple seconds, someone in the back handed her a new sandwich and she, in turn, handed it to Vance. He grabbed both burgers and walked back to the table. Your eyes followed him as he crossed the room and sat back down. He handed you the new sandwich and kept your old one.

“See?” He smiled, closing his eyes. “No big deal.”

“I swear, Vance Hopper, you’re a fuckin’ magician,” you giggled, unwrapping the new burger and taking a bite. This one was better, you couldn’t taste any mustard. 

“What can I say,” he said, looking at you fondly. “Guess I’m just superhuman or something.”

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! Such a fun little prompt, I love writing funny stories. Also, did I research McDonald's prices for the '70s? Yes, I did. I'm committed to the craft. I also wish to note that I hate mustard with every fiber of my being

#vance hopper x reader #vance hopper #the black phone #fanfic #fanfiction

[channiebelly]

Ooh, maybe a Wonwoo Chan where Wonwoo is already the feedee in the pair and has gotten comfortably big but his habits rub off on Chan who starts to blow up and enjoys the weight that he's putting. Wonwoo notices and starts to encourage and feed Chan so that they both just mutually gain instead of one focusing on the other.

Ooh this is such a good idea! I hope you like this.

Ship: Wonchan

Word count: 1.4k

As Wonwoo has packed on the pounds, getting him enough food has become harder and harder, but this place makes it easier.

Twice a week, Wonwoo and Chan go out to a local burger place. The burgers are massive, and not too expensive, so it's the perfect way to supplement Wonwoo's calorie intake.

They walk into the restaurant and Wonwoo immediately goes to take his seat at one of the tables while Chan goes up to order. They always sit at this same table; Chan sits on the booth side and Wonwoo sits on the other side on a chair that gives his belly pretty of space to expand. They have a routine.

Chan orders a burger for them each, always the same thing. For Wonwoo, it's the works, the largest burger they sell. For Chan, it's the chicken burger, not as big but still impressive. He also orders Wonwoo a large milkshake and himself a soft drink.

Chan comes back to the table and takes his seat. They chat idley as they wait for the food to come out.

The food is quick, and that's when the conversation stops, both of them too focused on eating to talk.

Wonwoo wolfs his down as fast as he can, and then drinks his milkshake. When he's done, he waits for Chan to finish so he can order Wonwoo another one.

Chan finishes his burger. Wonwoo is shocked. The burgers are massive. Truly enormous. Even Chan's smaller one is way bigger than average. When they started coming here five or so months ago Chan could only eat half, maybe two thirds of the burger. But now he's finished the whole thing.

Wonwoo wants to point it out but Chan goes to order Wonwoo's second meal before he can. It's another one of the massive works burgers. But this time there's a change to the routine; when the food comes out, there's a side of fries.

"What are the fries for?" Wonwoo asks.

"Me," Chan says, pulling them towards himself. "Watching you eat makes me hungry, so I had to get myself something too." He takes a big swipe of ketchup on a thick fry and sticks it in his mouth. "Eat your burger."

When did Chan develop the ability to eat so much? Wonwoo has been so focused on how much he eats and packing food into his own stomach, that he hasn't been focused on Chan. The order of fries is definitely a new thing, but how long has Chan been able to finish the burger by himself?

Wonwoo's habits have really been rubbing off on him.

Wonwoo notices something similar the next day. Chan cooks a thick, creamy pasta for dinner. When Wonwoo looks at Chan's portion, he notices for the first time how large it is.

Any portion would look small in comparison to the amount of food piled onto Wonwoo's plate, but when he looks at Chan's in isolation he realises how much Chan has been eating.

He wonders if Chan even notices.

Chan finishes his plate, and even goes back for seconds.

The same thing happens a few days later. Wonwoo is on the couch, stuffing himself with a massive heavy chocolate cake while Chan encourages him. But Chan has a slice of cake too, and in between praising Wonwoo, and encouraging to eat more, he's taking bites.

Usually, when stuffing, Wonwoo loses track of everything except the taste of the food and the satisfying feeling of his belly getting heavier and heavier, but today he forces himself to take notice of Chan.

Chan must eat at least three slices. Wonwoo's a bit miffed; that's food that he could've eaten, but at the same time, he thinks it's incredibly hot.

On Friday night, they go to a buffet. It's their favourite buffet, and they go here every week like clockwork.

Chan will deliver Wonwoo plate after plate and Wonwoo loves the feeling of losing control; of Chan deciding exactly what he has to eat and when.

But this time he pays more attention to what Chan's eating, and notices that every two or three times Chan goes up to refill Wonwoo's plate, he's refilling his own plate too.

By his count, Wonwoo eats eight plates, and Chan eats three. Three plates piled high with food.

Wonwoo's standards for what counts as a lot of food have been a bit destorted since he started consciously gaining, but he can still realise that that's a lot more food than the average person eats in one sitting.

Fuck, he's really rubbed off on Chan.

When they get home, Chan has to help Wonwoo get ready for bed. That amount of food always makes Wonwoo lethargic and clumsy, and Chan has to help him slip off his clothes, get into his pyjamas and brush his teeth. Wonwoo loves it.

Wonwoo has been gaining for around nine months now, and has put on a significant amount of weight. When he started he was around 155 pounds, but now he's more than doubled it. He has an impressive belly that has begun to droop down to cover his waist band, enormous thighs that have forced his walk to become a waddle, two chunky moobs that rest on the shelf of his belly and very chubby cheeks.

He loves the way he looks how, and Chan loves it too. Wonwoo has never felt more sexy than he does at 320 pounds.

Usually, he conks out as soon as his head hits the pillow but today he watches Chan get changed. He's noticed just how much Chan's been eating and wants to know how much his body has changed.

When Chan turns side on, Wonwoo almost gasps. Chan's belly is enormous. It's a taut dome that is impossible to ignore. Chan used to have a flat stomach so this is a massive change.

Wonwoo watches as Chan gingerly presses a finger into his side and it barely moves. He must be completely stuffed. Chan then runs a hand over the curve as he watches himself in the mirror.

Wonwoo wonders if Chan did this on purpose, or whether it was unintentional. He doesn't know which one he finds hotter.

Chan turns around a Wonwoo is given a full view of his backside. Chan has always had a nice butt, but it has definitely grown bigger. Shit, he's so hot.

Wonwoo surveys the rest of Chan's body. The stomach and the butt seem to be the only changes so far.

Chan has definitely noticed his body change, but Wonwoo doesn't know how he feels about it. He vows to bring it up to him tomorrow.

Chan slips into bed and attaches himself to Wonwoo's back. Wonwoo can feel the solid mass of his stomach pressing into his back. It feels good.

The next morning, after breakfast, Wonwoo is sat on the couch. "Chan, can you come here? I want to talk to you about something."

Chan walks over, and Wonwoo stares at his belly. It's extremely obvious through his shirt, which is almost stretched tight around the widest point. How did Wonwoo not notice it before?

Chan sits down next to him. "What's up?" His belly is almost resting on his lap.

"I noticed that you've been eating a lot more, and you've put on quite a bit of weight." Wonwoo reaches out and palms Chan's belly briefly, which even now is surprisingly solid. Chan blushes a deep red. "I just wanted to know how you feel about it?"

"Oh," Chan says. "I think at first, I didn't notice how much I was eating because anything compared to you looks small, but then I noticed this," he points to his belly, "and I actually really liked it. So I just kept eating as much as I felt like."

"I really like your belly too," Wonwoo says. He puts both of his hands back on Chan's belly and rubs small circles into it. Chan stifles a moan.

"I'm sorry for not mentioning it to you. I know you were really into the size difference between us, but it just happened."

"You have nothing to apologise for, sweetheart. It's your body, you can do what you want. And, yes, I was into our size difference, but I am also really into watching you get bigger."

"Really?" Chan asks.

"Definitely. How about this? Tonight, we can go back to the burger place, and you have to order two burgers, just like me. We can't leave until you finish them both."

Chan presses his belly further into Wonwoo's hands. "Okay," he says, breathlessly.

Wonwoo stands up and pulls Chan to his feet so they can kiss. Their bellies press into each other and Wonwoo feels a rush of arousal.

Chan with a belly is perhaps the best thing to ever happen to him.

#kpop feederism #svt feederism #fat wonwoo #chubby chan #feeder chan #wonchan

[toyota-supra]

there's no food at home and it seems the local burger place is closed today so I ordered fast food and now I'm drinking lime juice from a huge fucking orange cup with a huge straw I feel like a very luxurious child

[nostalgicamerica]

True Story:

Throughout my life I have had many obsessions; fishing, the blonde I sat behind in high school biology, to have my own dog (Not just a 'family' dog), the redhead three doors down from our house, hockey, the brunette who would later become my wife, and a number of other things.

But when I was 10 years old I – like every other boy I knew – had a burning desire that made all other obsessions pale in comparison. My singular desire was to have to have a BB gun. I didn't care what kind, although for some reason I loved the look of the Daisy Model 30-30. Maybe it was because of all the Rawhide Kid, Kid Colt; Outlaw, or Cheyenne Kid comic books I consumed whilst hiding from my mother and her infernal chore list.

I wonder in retrospect if my mother believed that if a comic had 'Kid' in the title it couldn't possibly lead her flock astray, but I digress.

As far as BB guns go, I really didn't care what make or model. I just knew I had to have one. I dreamed about fighting off coyotes, black bear, and local bullies. The only requirement was that it be able to shoot a copper-clad projectile at a high rate of speed. Most of my friends already had their obsessions satisfied and it was a source of constant sorrow that I was BB gun-less.

My desire for a BB gun also filled me with a feeling of guilt because my parents ensured I had everything I needed and fulfilled many of my wants. My mother was never shy about providing me books, new or used, and Dad bought me all the fishing gear and hockey equipment I ever needed.

But Ivanhoe and shin pads couldn't fill the hole in my life left by something I had never possessed in the first place.

Any BB gun would have filled the hole.

One close friend, Skunk (don't ask), had the Holy Grail of the BB gun world – a Crosman pump rifle. This particular rifle was carried around town with much-deserved pride (oh, how I hated Skunk when he toted that gun around). I personally witnessed the sleek weapon puncture the side of a tomato juice can. I know it doesn't sound like much today, but back then, tomato juice cans were manufactured by the Ohio Boilermaker Company, made of 10 gauge, zinc-lined, galvanized steel, and, empty, they weighed 23 pounds.

Another friend actually had a BB pistol but his folks took it away from him because he put out one too many window.

There was a smattering of other BB guns in town. Most boys, who were born to more BB gun-friendly parents toted around Daisys, but I recollect other makes like Powermaster, Benjamin, and, of course, Crosman.

Mom apparently wasn't too worried about my brother and I shooting our eyes out because the Christmas after my 11th birthday my brother and I were presented with matching Daisy 102 Model 36 Cubs. My initial jealousy that my brother got his first gun at 10 while I had had to wait until I was 11 abated after a few seconds when I remembered he was my partner in crime and a pretty good friend all the way around.

The jealousy was immediately replaced with an ugly feeling of ingratitude that made me feel guilty and I tried to shake it off before my dad could see it in my eyes.

Cubs!

Yes, they were guns. Yes, they would shoot a BB. Yes, if you squinted at them, the rifles did sort of look menacing. But they were still Cubs, of all things. To those ignorant of the BB gun world, allow me to explain that the Daisy Cub was the AMC Pacer of the gun hierarchy. It was akin to eating a fast-food burger that has been sitting too long under the warmer; it looked vaguely burger-like, it would fill up an empty stomach, but no matter how you looked at it, it was never going to be a thick, mouth-watering, flame-broiled burger fresh from the barbecue grill in the back yard, dripping with grease, and topped off with the freshest of toppings.

-

Given that Christmas unreasonably seems to always fall in the dead of winter every year, and at least 8 feet of snow covered everything as far south as Des Moines and would until at least April, we were resigned that the guns wouldn't see much action until the Detroit Tigers were in spring training, at a minimum.

Dad, with a head toward solving our dilemma, came through in fine fashion. He covered the windows in the attic with a heavy, BB-proof tarp, hung up paper targets on a length of rope at one end of the cramped space and created an indoor shooting range for his two would be cowboys.

At this point it behooves me to again educate the BB gun ignorant; as a BB does not have a method of propelling itself down a barrel like a bullet, a BB gun has one of two ways to operate: 1. Compressed air (either manually pumped or by using a pre-filled CO2 cartridge), or, 2. Spring-loaded.

Take a wild stab at what method the fine folks at Daisy chose for the Daisy 102 Model 36 Cub.

Initially the BBs zipped to the targets just fine. The single light bulb hanging from the rafters was proof as it had to be replaced more than once, and we discovered the ricochet effect shooting at the chimney bricks.

By the end of January, the springs that provided the propulsion in the Cubs had lost some of their zip. To hit the targets we were required to raise the muzzles a few degrees to provide some elevation to the projectile's trajectory. By the beginning of March, the springs in both guns were so much al-dente fettuccine, and even if we managed to hit the targets – which wasn't a given – the BBs could no longer penetrate.

It wasn't long afterward that the blush fell off the rose and we were spending less and less time sharpening our sharpshooting skills.

I had some Two Gun Kid and Apache Kid comics to read.

-

Spring does show up every year, even to Northern Michigan's Keweenaw Peninsula. It's magical warmth causes the snow banks to shrink, gradually at first, and then disappear like cotton candy in a rain storm. It turned the roads into nearly impassable slush and mud, and boys' yearnings to everything summer: baseball, fishing, camping, freedom, no school.

In the spring and summer, Mom's infernal chore list was only a threat if one couldn't sneak out of the house before she latched onto an arm or ear. Avoiding Mom wasn't all that difficult, mostly because my brother and I had five younger siblings who always seemed to be crying for something or other and, as a result, Mom was almost continually distracted.

The first few glorious days of summer were spent in pursuit of birds and small animals with our new but impotent weapons. The hunts turned out to be exercises in futility because even if we managed to hit a chipmunk or squirrel, the BBs would do little more than tickle them.

It wasn't too many days before the Cubs were left in the hall closet to gather dust. What was the point of toting around a firearm that wouldn't fire? Nobody feared us, and the bears and coyotes were scarce, so our pursuits turned to fishing or swimming or that old trusty standby, finding ways to pester the neighborhood girls.

-

A few weeks into summer found a group of us kids, who had all successfully dodged our respective mother's chore lists, looking for mischief to get into. Picking on the girls was terrific fun but even that had gotten old. How often can you bomb a tea party with water balloons before it loses its attraction?

Fishing was always a draw for me, but nobody else wanted to slog the three miles to the river. A pick up baseball game was mentioned, but there were only eight of us, and, unless we wanted to play with older kids who would take over everything, or worse, girls, it was a non-starter.

Somewhere in our lethargy, the conversation turned to World War II. Over for some time, it was still a favorite subject. One friend's father had actually been in Normandy, and later on was stationed in Paris after it was liberated. He had been a supply clerk and never saw combat, but he still was a hero to us wide-eyed war junkies.

Most of us wouldn't have been able to find Normandy on a map, and whenever I heard of La Madeleine or other French towns I couldn't help picturing Mom's jar of orange marmalade that was always on the breakfast table. But even in our ignorance, we still loved talking about the war.

And then somebody casually asked, why not have a war of our own? For real. With guns. BB guns, albeit, but guns nevertheless. We could map out a large area south of town, stake out territories and try to capture the other's flags. We could set up rules of engagement and follow them to the letter. No targeting someone above the neck. No shooting if the target is closer than 10 feet. If you are hit anywhere but the arms or legs, you are out until the campaign was over and the new one began. Skunk could only pump his gun once; anything more would give him an unfair advantage.

The three boys who weren't already wearing Coke-bottle glasses had to see if they could filch safety goggles from their dad's garages or find something else to protect their eyes.

Breathless, my brother and I raced home to grab our guns and I crept up to our room to grab the half-filled, cardboard carton of ammunition Even employing stealth, we heard Mom yelling for us as the screen door banged behind us and we made our escape and headed to the field of battle.

Most boys are brain dead. At least I was and I can honestly say the thought of how stupid we were being never crossed my gray matter. I can't speak for my brother, but he was right by my side and I don't recall him voicing objections.

If we had stopped to think we would have recognized that if we were found out, not only would Dad bend our guns against the trunk of the maple tree in the back yard, but he'd wear out his razor strop on our heinies.

Perhaps common sense was out pestering the girls that afternoon because it was nowhere to be found when we all met up in the field under the giant cherry tree that we had designated as the demilitarized zone.

In short order we formed two, four-person armies and hammered out the theater of operations. We had to stay in between the two dirt roads to the east and west, and the northern edge of the pond was the southern boundary. The Pelkkanen's (who happened to be out of town) outhouse would represent the northern border of our combat arena.

We tore up the tee shirt pinched from somebody's clothesline and each team took half as a flag. We would split up, set up our head quarters and wait 20 minutes before launching hostilities.

None of us had a watch, so approximately 4 minutes later, we were all slinking through the waist-deep weeds and bramble bushes, crouching behind cedar bushes and pine trees looking for the enemy. Strategy? Ha! We just moved towards the opposite end of the war zone until, hopefully, we'd engage somebody to shoot at.

That's exactly what happened. The two skirmish lines met in an opening in the shrubbery and began firing as fast as we could work the levers on our guns. BBs flew like confetti and boys fell with over-dramatic flair. The BBs had a slightest of stings, except for Skunk's shots, but even those weren't terrible.

Through four successive battles the teams went at it. mostly adhering to the rules. One boy caught a BB in the ear that made him yelp, and in the fourth skirmish I took one in my lower lip which immediately began to swell. The pain wasn't too terrible and I fought on.

Tied two battles to two, we determined to settle the issue of supremacy in one last engagement. To the victor would belong the spoils, whatever they were. Possibly an empty tomato juice can.

Unfortunately, the other team had at least one boy who wasn't addle-minded and had something up their sleeves; they had no intention of a frontal assault.

We found out too late that three of the opposition moved to the west side of the combat zone and made somewhat of a ruckus, drawing our attacking force on the run, while their fourth slipped by unobserved on the east side, waltzed into our base, swiped our flag and redeployed back to his base.

We lost the battle and thus the war without firing a shot. While certainly the defeat stung, my brother and I took the whipping in stride and opined that we'd know better next time. One of our team yelled some of the worst Finnish words he knew; paska, and kusipaa and paskiainen being chief among them. (For those who don't speak Finn, trust me, they're pretty tame by today's standards.)

For some unknown reason that escaped the others in our army, Skunk was livid. How could we lose so easily with such superior firepower? The tyhmät päät must have cheated! He was going to exact some sort of revenge. I tried telling him we just lost and that's the way it goes sometimes. But he was beyond reasoning with.

Skunk set off to the other side of the field with the rest of the team following behind. He would later claim he only pumped his gun once, but my brother and I would both rat him out to the fellows that we both had seen him pumping the gun multiple times as he advanced on the other army's position. How many times did he pump the pump? I have no idea, but it was more than one.

The other team emerged from hiding and began rubbing it in as we approached - as we would have done had we been the victors. Without a word Skunk raised the Crosman and took bead on one of our friends, Jussi. The intended target yelled and spun around to take cover when the BB punctured the denim and skin that covered his keister.

We were all in shock as we watched a small, dark, wet spot appear and grow slowly larger on the wounded boy's left buttock. Even Skunk was mortified at what he'd done. We were all shocked and most of us were crying except for - oddly enough - the boy with the BB in his butt. He handled being shot with remarkable aplomb.

The youngest boy in our gang lost control of his bladder and he peed his pants. (nobody gave him flack for the leak - he was only 8 and, frankly, some of us struggled to keep from peeing in our drawers, too.)

Skunk tossed his gun aside and ran off, all the while crying how sorry he was. The rest of us gathered around our wounded comrade and dithered back and forth about what to do. Jussi gingerly lowered his trousers baring an expanse of pale white flesh with an ugly purplish circle the size of a nickel surrounding a BB-sized darker hole. Bright blood trickled from the wound and dripped down into his pant leg.

Someone suggested sucking out the BB like we might suck out rattlesnake venom. Even Jussi was taken aback by the suggestion and in no uncertain terms bellowed, "Ain't nobody sucking on my arse!"

I picked up Skunk's Crosman and we helped the only real casualty of what we'd come to refer to as the War of the Keweenaw hobble home to have his mom administer first aid.

-

Either Jussi's parents were brighter than we gave them credit for and didn't buy the story that their son was injured by a branch when he fell out of a tree, or Jussi just told them the truth.

Whatever the case, in short order, all of our parents were brought up to speed and that evening found my brother and me in the backyard with Dad. Our Cubs on the ground at our feet.

Without words he gestured for me to hand him my gun. I did so waited for him to slam the gun against the tree trunk. Instead, he raised his knee and bent the barrel of the gun over it like it was Play-Doh. He tossed my Cub aside and repeated the ceremony with my brother.

We waited for him to pull out his strop but it wasn't forthcoming. Even his belt stayed cinched around his waist. He just looked at us sadly and shook his head.

He hugged us both and whispered, "I'm disappointed in both of you."

We would have rather had him wear out the razor strop on our butts. That was a punishment we could understand, even if it was a painful. "Please yell at us, Dad!" I screamed in my head.

Both my brother and I were sobbing uncontrollably. The worst punishment imaginable had been handed down - Dad was disappointed in us. It was a pain we would strive hard to never feel again.

-

All of us who had participated in the War of the Keweenaw had received punishments of varying degrees. We all lost our guns, except Skunk, who, in his remorse and shame, presented it to Jussi in atonement.

My brother and I would spend the next several months trying to make Dad proud of us again. We stopped sneaking out of the house and even willingly worked on Mom's infernal chore list that seemed to keep growing, and completed everything on it that an 11 and 10 year-old could. As much as we would have liked to do so, we just weren't able to reshingle the house and garage roofs on our own, but we willingly helped Dad do the job.

Eventually, after a time, Dad returned to his normal, boisterous, and joking self and life went on and it was good.

-

I never owned another BB gun. A handful of years later I received a Remington .30-06 just in time for deer season, and I've owned multiple rifles, shotguns and pistols since then, but I've never had an 'obsession' for the guns. They are nothing more than tools that I always handle with the respect they deserve.

-

Note: A dozen or so years ago I was able to visit my old home town and reconnect with the few of my friends who still live in the area. Skunk and Jussi are still best of friends and I can still see the boy in both through the grey. Jussi grinned at me when I brought up The War of the Keweenaw, went to his basement and returned with the Crosman BB gun. He claimed it still worked perfectly.

Although I declined to do so when he offered to let me feel the bump, he asserts the BB is still lodged firmly in his buttock.

[felikatze]

@cannibal-lesbian here's the grima's subway fic drabble

don't question why my answer to "awakening character most likely to host a local news segment" is inigo though

behold, the page on my notepad app entitled simply, "sandwich"

LASLOW: "Good morning, people! My name is Laslow, and today I'm reporting on the ongoing feud between Askr's very first Fell Dragon, Grima, and a newcomer! The Silent Dragon, Anankos! I'm joined by the version of me wearing a bunny outfit who hasn't realized he likes boys yet! What's the situation, Inigo?"

INIGO: "I'm what? What's that about boys?"

LASLOW: "What's the situation, Inigo?"

INIGO: "Right. Right! After questioning the Summoner on the so-called World of Steel, the Fell Dragon has opened an establishment known as 'Subway'! However, now the Silent Dragon has created a shop known as 'Burger King' on the other side of the street here in the Aether Resort. Things are speeding up in the battle for the best fast food place in Askr. Back to you, Laslow! We need to talk later."

LASLOW: "Haha, no we don't! Figure it out yourself! Thank you for the summary, Inigo! And don't forget, I'm the only one of us who can say Anankos' name without dying here, and you're getting by on a technicality! So, Lilith, you're shift manager here at Burger King. What inspired your lord father to invest in the fast food industry?"

LILITH: "Did commander Anna put you up to this?"

LASLOW: "As one of the only people who know your father's true name, yes! It was either me or Odin, pick your poison. Back to the matter at hand?"

LILITH: ".....Fine. After witnessing Grima's efforts, Lord Anankos decided it would be the most efficient way to enact revenge on humanity."

LASLOW: "Serving burgers is an act of revenge?"

LILITH: ".....don't question Lord Anankos' will."

LASLOW: "Alright, alright. Another question. How do you feel about the business? I understand it's the first time you've talked to so many humans in a single day."

LILITH: "I will adjust. I always do. The business is doing great. We have many satisfied customers."

LASLOW: "What's your opinion on Grima's business venture? People are considering you rivals now."

LILITH: "Though Grima has inspired Lord Anankos, my Lord will prove to be the superior entrepreneur. It's a matter of time until Grima is silenced."

LASLOW: "And here you have it, from the Astral Dragon Lilith herself! Back to you, Inigo. How are things going in Subway?"

INIGO: "Business is booming! In addition to the customizable sandwiches offered by Subway, the baked goods are selling like hot cakes! The zombified corpse of Exalt Chrom is a terribly fast worker."

LASLOW: "Don't we know it!"

INIGO: "All those screams.... I'll never forget... Sliced up like those hams...."

MORGAN: "What are you doing."

INIGO: "H-WHAH! You suprised me! Hello, Morgan!"

MORGAN: "Hello, Inigo. Do you want to order."

INIGO: "Oh, uh, no! What brings a lovely lady like yourself to this fine establishment?"

MORGAN: "I work here."

INIGO: "I see. Care for an interview?"

MORGAN: "Any chance to spread Master Grima's influence."

INIGO: "Of course. So, you've been on record before that you don't have any evil plans for Askr-"

MORGAN: "That was the other me. The boy one. He serves a different Grima."

INIGO: "My apologies, you two are just always in cahoots. What does Grima hope to gain from opening this place?"

MORGAN: "Master Grima has become infatuated with the Summoner's stories of the World of Steel. He is hoping to understand the abject misery that world's people inflict upon one another."

INIGO: "Fascinating. So Subway is an experiment?"

MORGAN: "Of course our success also shows off Master Grima's incredible influence and our marketing campaign proves his tactical genius above all others."

INIGO: "Your marketing was certainly... impressive..."

CHROM: "Your order's completion... is inevitable..."

INIGO: "Dear Naga, you almost gave me a heart attack. I'm so happy none of you are allowed to kill me."

INIGO: "A last question before we go, what's your opinion on thr newly established Burger King?"

CHROM: "All will perish... to Grima's might..."

MORGAN: "That dragon is a hack and a fraud and Master Grima is better than him."

INIGO: "There you have it, folks! Grima's plan for sandwiched glory over all Zenith! More on this story as it develops!"

#feli speaks #feli writes #?? #fire emblem

[mercifulbutbroken]

🍝for Nav

🍝 SPAGHETTI — what is/are your oc's favorite food(s)?

*claps hands together* Thank you so much for this question! I have a few solid foods, but for some, its surprising that they mirror each other so much- Nav, like said in his profile, LOVES diner food. French fries with a burger and a milkshake is a perfect meal he likes to have, and maybe a slice of pie to go along with it. Fast food is always a solid choice to have whenever you hang out with him if you don't have a local diner in the neighborhood.

Alex is a tricky one to nail down. Xey don't really go out much, but they do have places they prefer to go out to eat to. As a kid, they went to alot of luau's, taking bits and pieces of food that everyone brought or made. Chicken Long Rice would be a comfort for them, rice noodles, chicken thighs, ginger, garlic, and soy sauce all mixed and cooked together would bring back that warmth from home.

Theo is an Orycto, and as they are vegetarian, doesnt eat meat in their diets. They do raise chickens on their planet, and loads of other animals, so theres no real limit to their diet apart from that. They do like the creamy soups their mother made, but when they went out on the grand adventure with their other friends, the discovery of mac n cheese threw that out of the number one spot.

Last, but not least, Write Knight. Medieval times didnt have the luxuries of the foods of today times, so their food was the most limited. The taverns were the main places they gained any food to eat when cooped up in their home all day and night. They settle with a hearty stew and bread, good and warm to help keep them going. If they were to try food in the modern day, i'd think stirred fried rice would be a favorite.

#message answered #asks #mercyspeaks #thsc #paper boats in the skies #shovel knight #henry stickmin #nav stickmin #write knight #ocs #my ocs #food is a big comfort for me as well #it's another language in itself

[talia-rumlow]

Home Sweet Home (AU Rumlow X Reader) Chapter Five - Best Friends

This story is progressing. And I´m falling more and more in love with it. I really hope you do too.

Pairing: Brock Rumlow (Mechanic ex Military Brock) X Reader

Word Count: 1517

Summary: You tell your best friends about what happened between you and Brock.

Warnings: Age-Gap

DISCLAIMER: This is an AU story. But I still don´t own any of the MARVEL characters, only my original ones.

HAPPY READING!

The following Monday, you sit at your local diner, waiting for Jess and Molly to meet you for lunch. Your head is spinning around everything that happened this weekend. Work has been a drag today, thankfully you worked alone, so you had a chance to think. Just a couple of phone calls, and some orders that came in. You managed to do everything you were supposed to. But you couldn't seem to get Brock out of your head. Your belly clenched every time you thought about him, and that made it extremely hard to concentrate. And you're still not sure if you're dreaming or not.

- So... Kissed him yet?

Jess asks, casually sliding into the booth next to you. You take a breath, look at her.

- Where's Molly?

You ask. Hoping to derail this particular conversation.

- Ahh.. We should wait until she gets here. This will be so great!

Jess says, smiling widely, and rubbing her hands together.

- I want all the dirty details.

She continues.

You friendly roll your eyes at her, before you lift up the menu. Stupid move, you know. You and Jess always have your lunch here, ever since you got back from New York, and you both know what you're going to get. So the menu thing isn't necessary at all. You know that, and Jess knows that.

- Oh my God! WHAT happened. Tell me, tell me, tell me!

You give her a "shut up" look.

- Not here, Jess. Everybody knows my dad!

You whisper, trough your teeth.

Jess instantly get's up.

- Drive through then. You can talk in the car!

Then she drags you with her outside. You bump into Molly in the door.

- Drive through, Molly! YN's gonna tell us something.

Jess says, walking fast and firm over to her car, with you in tow.

- I call shotgun!

Molly shouts behind you.

Fifteen minutes later, you all have your food, and Jess parks the car.

- So, YN! Spill!

She says, turning towards you.

- Jess! Maybe she isn't ready!

Molly states, taking a big bite of her burger.

- Oh, please, we always tell each other everything. And this is the juiciest thing yet. This is even better than me and Ben!

Ben fucking Caplan, the first guy Jess slept with. Every girl liked him, he was like the hottest guy your age. And everybody wanted him. So when he and Jess started dating, it was a big deal. Then the stupid fucker cheated his ass off, and Jess dumped him, pretty publicly. And that was also a big deal. At least for people your age. People still talked about that. And Ben never got back his old status after that. Jess made sure of it. Showed Ben Caplan, and everybody else why you should never mess with Jess. Ben never got his reputation as the schools stallion back after Jess told everyone how he really was in bed. You don't remember every single detail, but words like "flaccid" and "magnifying glass" were used. You still have a deep respect for Jess, for how she handled that situation. Not every 16 year old would be able to think on their feet like that. But then again, Jess always had a smart mouth and a quick response to every single situation.

- He's a good kisser, if that's what you mean!

You say, as Jess takes a sip of her soft drink. As soon as the words leave your mouth, Jess almost chokes on her drink.

- I knew it!

Jess almost yells.

- Did you sleep with him?

Jess asks, turning around to face you again.

- YN, you don't have to answer that!

Molly states. Turning to face you as well.

- What are you talking about, Molly? Of course she needs to answer that. We want to know. Both of us! I told you when I slept with Ben.

Jess says, so eager that she's almost levitating off her seat.

- To be fair, it was actually Ben who told everyone about that.

Molly states, probably to take Jess down a notch.

She's not wrong. Ben broadcasted his encounter with Jess in such a manner that he just as well could have made a statement on the schools intercom. It was almost so you thought it would be on the News at one point. Stupid fucker. But it gave Jess some PR. PR she still lives off to this day. You actually think it was this thing with Ben that gave Jess her rough exterior, and the "I don't give a fuck" attitude. A perfect example of the term "all PR is good PR."

- I slept IN the bed with him, but no. No sex happened.

You say. After all they are your best friends, and you do need to talk about this. Carrying this around alone will be impossible.

You don't know if it was his intent or not, to have you in bed with him. But when he woke you up there on the couch, you kinda just followed him, and he didn't say no. You both slept with your underwear on. Sweet Brock, so considerate after he found out. He didn't even kiss you after you got into bed, but you could feel his breath on your neck, he was close enough for that. Just thinking about that, sends shivers down your spine.

- And?

Jess asks. Putting some fries in her mouth.

- Nothing. Nothing happened.

You answer, shrugging.

- No!

Jess says, slapping her hands on her thighs.

- Tell us about the kiss!

She continues, almost jumping up and down.

So you tell them. About the pool, how he held your face, and about how slow and careful he was. About the kitchen, and how he lifted you up on the counter, how his hands felt on your back. How he kept saying that he was sorry. And about how he found out you were a virgin.

When you're done talking, you're almost out of breath yourself, and both Molly and Jess just looks at you. You can almost see the stars in their eyes.

- YN and Brock sitting in a tree...

Jess sings, and does a little dance. You friendly nudge her shoulder.

- YN...

Molly suddenly says. Her voice sounds concerned.

- Yes!

You answer. Looking at her.

- What about your dad?

Molly asks, in her own concerned way. You know she only want's to look out for you. That she doesn't want you to get hurt. But her question makes your stomach sink.

You never thought of your dad in all of this. The stuff with Brock was so intense, it kinda took everything else away. And you never thought anything like this would ever happen. So your dad sorta never entered your head. What would he think about this? He wouldn't be happy about it that much you know. But you have no idea what he'd do about it.

Molly looks at you.

- Probably best not to tell him. You don't even know if this is going to be a thing, right? No use in worrying about that now.

Molly says, putting her hand comforting on your knee.

- Yeah...

You say, looking down on Mollys hand on your knee. What did you actually do? What did you think was going to happen? Why did you do this? Brock is your dad's best friend, since childhood. This is never going to end well. And what is Brock thinking about this? You need to talk about this. You need to figure out what you're going to do, when your dad gets back.

- Lunch break is over, time to head back to the trenches!

Jess states, as she starts the car.

- You work at Starbucks, Jess. How much hard work can it be?

Molly says, holding in a laugh.

- Oh, you have NO IDEA how hard it is to get a caramel latte, almond milk, no foam, to be absolutely "right" in a customers eyes. AND, and, you have no idea how rude people get, when you get it wrong!

You almost laugh yourself. Both you and Molly knew how much Jess hated her job, and Jess knew how much you and Molly liked to tease her about it. It's been a couple of times you and Molly showed up at the local Starbucks when Jess worked, just to give her the most ridiculous drink order you could come up with. Of course you never actually made her make them. But you messed with her. Thankfully the three of you go way, way back, and you could all take a joke. At least from each other.

And right now. You couldn't be more thankful for them. You would never be able to carry all of this alone, and the fact that both Molly and Jess had your back in this, helped you to relax a bit about the whole situation you managed to get yourself into. Whatever happens next, you know you'll always be able to talk to the two girls sitting in front of you. And you couldn't stress enough how grateful you were for that.

Why? Just why did it have to be Brock?

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I started writing something longer! There's going to be named characters, and even a plot!! x) Still feedist themes of ;)

« Still not getting out of bed today? »

You mumble something from the dark plushy corner that is your bed.

Sigh. « -thought so… want me to bring you anything to eat? The usual?  

-please 

-alright, I’ll go get some. »

Your roommate turns around and closes the door. You’re once again left alone in your pit of despair.

How long has it been? Days? Weeks? You don’t remember. All your remember is the pain from having your heart broken. 

Time passes. Your roommate comes back, opening the door and bringing light inside again. But more than the light, what makes you crawl out of your cover is the smell. Rich, greasy, fast food smell.

« -here you go. I hope it’ll help a little. Tell me if you need anything »

You nod and take the heavy brown bag from their hands. You utter a barely audible « thank you »

You tore open the bag, mouth watering from the smell alone. Enough burgers, fries and wings to feed 3 people and a big soda cup.

This is the only thing filling the hole of sadness you fill inside.

You start digging in, the warm greasy flavors overwhelming your mouth, you can’t help but moan a little. It’s just so good, you cram as much as you can in your mouth.

After half of the bag is gone, you take a break. You catch your breath and lay back against your headboard. You take big gulp from your soda cup, not bothering with the straw. You feel warm inside, the food starting to settle. A loud burp escapes your lips covered in mayo. You’re still kinda hungry so you finish the rest of the bag.

As you finish your last burger, your stomach feels as tight as a drum and you’re sweating a bit. But it’s almost over. And the food is too good. And the warmth is too nice.

You’re so full you can’t focus on anything else. The pain of a broken heart has been replaced with the much more enjoyable pain of a too full stomach. 

You relax on your bed and let your belly do the hard work of digesting all this food. You know it’s working hard by the loud rumbly noises it makes. You start slowly massaging in circles your rock-hard belly. A few more belches passe your lips. You feel the warmth radiating from your belly all over your body. You feel good, full, relaxed and warm. You doze off in a soft food coma.

You wake up a few hours later, the light still on after your last stuffing. The light brings once again the harsh truth in focus as you try to avoid the consequences of your dietary habits. Your shirt, covered in grease and sweat stains. Your bed covered in crumbs and empty wrappers. Your overfed bloated belly. 

This stupid belly. This is the reason why your ex broke up with you and why you’re so depressed. 

If only you had taken a more active or less time consuming job! You would have stayed fit, and he would have stayed with you. 

But no, you had to have ambition. You had to accept the promotion. Not that it matters any more, you’re pretty sure you must be fired now after all this time away from the office.

And to think you were so happy to get this promotion. You didn’t know it meant more hours sitting at your desk, more late night ordering take out. Less time for working out, less time to think about what you were eating.

No, you were happy. Celebrating at the local bar with your boo. You remember like it was yesterday.

[adminbryantsaki]

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Tamaki Amajiki x reader

(I do not own My Hero Academia or the characters within. Anything associated with that fandom belongs to Horikoshi Kohei. This story belongs to my 2023 Spice-tober collection. I hope you enjoy. If this story isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee move on. Reader discretion is advised.)

TW: Food Stuffing, swollen belly, large amounts of food, fast food, buttons popping off.

WC: 912

You were a waitress at a local diner working your current shift, noticing a young man that had purple hair and pointed ears enter your establishment. He was tall and thin, but not too skinny as he had a muscular build. There were two other people that accompanied him. A taller man with blonde hair and blue eyes, having a stronger build than his friend and a woman with light blue hair and a bubbly personality who helped guide their friend into a booth and sat down. You took up three menus from their holder and walked over to the booth.

“Hello there and welcome. What can I get started for you today?” You asked as you took out your small notepad to take down their order. The blonde looked at the menu for a moment then spoke.

“I’d like a cola, a sweet tea for the lady, root beer for my friend here. He would also like your mega cheese burger challenge. I think my friend and I will need a moment to look over the menu.” He spoke. You wrote all that down on your notepad before taking it back.

“I’ll bring your drinks out in a moment and put in the order for the challenge. It will be a moment as it is a lot of food.” You told them before turning back to the kitchen to put in the order.

“One mega cheeseburger challenge!” You called into the chef. They nodded and began getting to work. In this mega cheeseburger challenge was a giant cheese burger holding four patties layered with cheese, bacon, fondue cheese, and brown butter sauce in a pretzel bun. It also had a double order or curly fries, and another burger with the same toppings and bun but with chicken patties instead. There was also an order of chicken tenders lathered in the same fondue cheese too. The person ordering this challenge had an hour and a half to eat this all and get it for free or they had to pay. While you waited for the food to cook, you went back to the table, having noticed that the two other people were ready to order. They requested a grilled chicken wrap and a grilled chicken sandwich. You took those back and told the chef their orders and brought out the drinks to them.

Soon the chef rang the bell that the food for the challenge was ready and you went back to bring it out with the help of another waiter to bring it over to the table. The kid with the purple hair looked intimidated by the vast amount of food that was being placed on the table.

“You have an hour and a half to finish all of this or you’ll have to pay a fee of fifty dollars. Your time starts now.” You told him and he began with the fries and chicken tenders which went down easily with the soda he was guzzling to wash down the food he was eating. You went back behind the counter to clean out some plastic cups that had been used and was watching the purple haired boy keep eating the sandwiches in layers, eating the buns first then the patties, slowing down eventually as he got fuller, placing a hand on his stomach as it strained against his button-down shirt. He paused for a moment to let himself rest before his friends encouraged him to keep going. He leaned forward and managed to stuff the rest of the meat patties into his stomach before the buttons popped off and he got embarrassed. He took some deep breaths and rubbed his stomach before sliding the last cheese-laden chicken patty into his mouth and slammed his fist on the red button that had been placed next to the tray of food before leaning back in relief then you came over.

“Congratulations! You finished the challenge. When you’re ready, we can take a picture to put on our wall of champions. Then take your time to get yourself ready to walk. You did eat a lot of food and we would hate for you to make yourself sick.” You told them and they nodded and thanked you as you cleared the tray and took it back to be cleaned.

You waited and served other customers while they took their time. Soon the blonde kid waved you over for the cheque and you gave it to them.  

Before they left, you scribbled your phone number on a napkin and handed it to the purple haired guy.

“Call me sometime. I liked how you finished the challenge so quickly. No one has done it that fast before.” You told him with a smile. He blushed and took the napkin.

“T-thank you. My name is Tamaki. What’s yours?” He asked sheepishly.

“My name is Y/n. Nice to meet you, Tamaki.” You responded before Tamaki left with his friends out of the diner. You knew that you would see him again soon.

The End.

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Today’s Episode: Culvers

Founded in Wisconsin, Culvers is a fast-food resturant with 899 locations in 26 US states.

They’re well known for their burgers and their frozen custard, but they also serve seafood, cheese curds, and salads.

We arrived on a late afternoon, both of us incredibly hungry after a day of university. I had never had Culvers before, while my girlfriend has had it a few times previously, including while visiting Wisconsin, an experience she has likened to ‘going to Palestine for Easter’.

Perhaps this is why he proceeded to predict that this would be ‘the most anti-zionist burger of all time’ while pulling into the parking lot.

After we parked, we quickly made our way inside. I was immediately struck by the very particular aesthetic that the interior design was going for, a sense of chic my lovely girlfriend described as ‘cottagecore for people who are outwardly racist’

I was struck by the menu’s fixation on daily specials. Not only did they have a custard of the day, but they also had a reccomended meal. I wonder if they were trying to specifically evoke the concept of a local restuarant’s ‘daily specials’ in order to make their chain seem more human.

Musing aside, it was time to order. Both me and my girlfriend got the double butterburgers, with raw onions, pickles, and cheese (I got swiss, she got cheddar). I also got lettuce and mustard on mine.

I got the crinkle cut fries, while my gf opted for onion rings. She also ordered a scoop of the daily custard

After sampling Culvers’ in-house root beer (pretty good, 6/10) we sat down to wait for our food.

It arrived quickly, and given our famished state, we dug in with gusto. I was struck by how the burger tasted markedly better then most fast-food burgers. In short, it tasted real in a way most fast-food burgers fail to accomplish.

The fries were fine. I’m generally not a big fan of crinkle-cut fries, but these were passable. The onion rings were much better, crispy without the internals being mushy.

The custard, too, was very good. I only had a few spoonfuls, but it was yummy!

In conclusion: Burger good!

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1714

Have you ever seen an emu in real life, whether in captivity or the wild? I have never.

When was the last time you visited your state’s biggest city? I live in it.

Do you remember what colour the eyes were of the last person you spoke to? Dark brown, as all Filipinos have.

Have you eaten pasta in the past week? Sure. It was fast food spaghetti but still.

Did you pierce your ears yourself or have it done by a professional? I'm pretty sure my parents had it done by a professional. I had been a few weeks or months old after all.

Are you wearing any shoes right now? No.

How many letters are in your surname? Six.

Do you enjoy Burger King? Their burgers are good but Burger King is honestly something I just never seem to look for? Idk, lol. Like I'll never say no to it, but I also don't ever go, "I think I'll get Burger King today." In general I guess I'm also not into fast food burgers much, unless it's Jollibee.

Have you ever worn bell bottom jeans? I don't think I've ever, actually.

How far away from your house is the nearest ice cream place? The nearest one I know of is around a 30 minute drive away.

What colour is your kitchen counter? It's a shade of peach.

When was the last time you washed the dishes? Not a plate but I washed my glass around half an hour ago before I settled in my room.

Do you own a lot of cookbooks? We don't have, like, a bookshelf's worth of cookbooks if that's what you mean by 'a lot,' but I'd say we have more than average. My dad's a chef, so he liked to collect them early on in his career.

How many rooms are in your house? Four.

Have you ever seen American Pie? I haven't. I heard of it a lot as a kid but was also always warned not to watch it, so I kind of brought that with me until now. I still have no clue what that show(?) is about haha.

What do you think of Leonardo DiCaprio? He's really good-looking and an even better actor but I do find his dating choices quite weird given his age.

Do you stay in touch with many people from high school or college? It's a good number. Most of my current circles are from my years in school.

Are you feeling nervous about anything right now? Just a little bit, but I'm trying not to think of it now so I can focus on my weekend and free time.

How many cars can your driveway and garage hold? Technically just one, but we have some extra space around the backyard area and our front yard so we're able to have our two other cars fit in those slots. Mainly so that we don't block the road because it's so annoying that most of the nighbors do that.

When was the last time you were late for something? Around a month ago for one of our events. My teammates arrived earlier to cover for me first so I wasn't too worried, and I was mostly stressed because of the traffic and because the driver kept on heading towards turns that led to more traffic.

Do you own an iPod, and if so, what type? I have not used an iPod since high school.

Did you ever play Stardoll when you were younger? I don't think I've ever heard of that.

Is there a university in your town or city? Yes. There's a small local one literally right beside our village gate.

What’s your father’s handwriting like? The hilarious thing is I don't even know what his handwriting looks like because he writes so rarely. He just...signs. I should hand him a blank piece of paper one of these days and just ask him to write random phrases so I can finally know hah.

Have you ever lived on a farm? Haven't.

Are you hung up on anybody right now? No.

Do you eat fries one by one or in big bunches? Just one each, every time. I always eat stuff like fries by piece.

Did you wash your hair last time you showered? Yeah I never skip anything when I take a bath.

Has anyone ever ransacked your bedroom? Apparently my mom did because that's how she came to read my diary when I wasn't around. I've always been a bit peeved about her entering my room since then.

Do you have any weird sleeping habits that people have told you about? No. I also don't like sleeping with people around, so that's also probably why no one has ever told me anything.

Do you enjoy That 70s Show? I tried getting into it but couldn't understand the humor right from the first episode - either that or I just simply found it unfunny, idk - so I didn't really care to watch the rest.

Are there any clouds in the sky, and what colour are they? Well right now it's 2:01 AM so everything looks black/super sper super dark blue.

Do you think you’re fast at typing? I know I'm fast, haha.

What was the last type of pizza you ate? Pepperoni, but I removed all the pepperoni from the slices I took as I don't like it.

How old are you? 25. WOW I can't believe I'm 25

Do you know anyone with an unusual middle name? Yes.

Would you consider yourself to be intelligent? Only in select aspects.

Have you ever waxed your eyebrows? Nope.

What does your shampoo smell like? Just...idk like a refreshing one?? It doesn't have a distinct scent.

Have you ever passed gas in front of your significant other? I don't like farting hahaha I always suppress mine. Only my sister has heard me do it and that's because those got out accidentally.

Do you have any big regrets in your life? I wouldn't say big, but there have been a few medium-sized regrets here and there.

What colour is the ground or floor where you are right now? Brown.

Do you live on a street, avenue, road etc.? Street.

Can you taste anything right now? Just the remnants of my coffee.

What was the last board game you played? I don't play board games but I played Anomia with my family the other night.

Are you renting the house you’re currently living in? No.

Do you listen to Guns n Roses? Other than the like two songs I know of theirs, no.

How old were you when you had your first boyfriend or girlfriend? I was uhhhhhhh 16, I think.

Have you ever been a bridesmaid? A junior bridesmaid, if that counts; my aunt had that kind of gimmick during her wedding. I was 8 and didn't actually do anything in the role.

Has the sun already set for the day? Forever ago. It's about to rise in a couple of hours or so.

Do you know how to tie a tie? No. I had to wear a necktie from kinder to high school but since I didn't know how to tie ties I just kept the knot and wore it like I would a necklace for the 14 years I studied there hahah.

What are the age gaps between you and your siblings? 2 and 5.

Does your birthday come before June 19th in a calendar year? No, before.

Do you pay attention to the FIFA World Cup? If so, what team do you go for? I'm paying attention to the Women's World Cup right now because 1) one of my clients is the Philippine team's official outfitter so we have had a million and one events related to the World Cup; and 2) THE PHILIPPINES IS (well, was now since we're out...but still) IN THE WORLD CUP FOR THE FIRST TIME. Made the entire country turn into rabid football fans overnight lol it's so surreal to see it all unfold. I love our girls :')

Even if PH got booted though I catch up whenever I can! Some narratives have been super heartwarming, like Jamaica's who apparently had to do crowdfunding to even get to the tournament in the first place.

Are you on any medications right now? I am not.