#A fried Oreo fried a SECOND TIME

[lionblaze03-2]

I would kill a man for a fresh peach. That’s how you know I’m really southern

[i-am-hungry-24-7]

Read your post about something other than angst for Simon so I have a thought that needs to get out. Morning routine with Simon. Obviously, the man is military and has a strict routine but that all goes to shit with you. Sleeping in, lazy lunch, all that cute couples shit but with Simon.

hello! tyvm for sending this idea! cute and silly couple’s domestic fluff is sweeettt!! I hope you will enjoy this :D 💖

A Day of A Cute (and Silly) Couple - Simon Riley*Reader

[6:00]

Simon doesn’t need an alarm, he automatically wakes up at 6 am.

Jogging is an important part of his morning routine when he’s on leave, a nice way to maintain his stamina, and to keep him from getting too loose.

“Where you... going...”

Oh, he forgets he has an unavoidable barrier, between him and his morning jog.

Simon looks down at you, clenching at the hem of his shirt. Your eyes aren’t even open, you just catch him in instinct and now refusing to let go.

“Go for a jog, you know it, love.” The calmness of morning makes him explain in a soft tone unconsciously.

“Stay... please...”

“You can hug your blåhaj first, I will be back soon, yeah?”

“You feel better than blåhaj...”

“...”

It’s too cruel for him to just leave you here, not when you choose him over that bloody shark you always squeeze against your body.

Simon secures the curtain so the room won’t be too bright after the sun fully rises, and lies back on the bed.

Your limbs immediately twine around him when you sense his figure is nearby, and scoots closer to him.

Jogging is important to keep him from getting loose... it’s a must for him to be strict with his morning routine...

The voices in his mind are gradually replaced by the little snores of yours as he drifts back to sleep.

[12:00]

“Can we eat fries for lunch?”

you yell at Simon who’s preparing lunch in the kitchen.

“No”

“WHYYYY!”

“UNHEALTHY!” He shouts back so his voice won’t get covered by the noise of the range hood.

okay then... you feel a bit disappointed, but you can’t come up with a convincing reason, so you just back to sweeping the floor.

just as you’re cleaning the last few spots, a scrumptious smell catches your attention, it’s not those chicken breast or salad or scrambled eggs that Simon deems healthier.

“Do you make fries?!” You knock open the kitchen door with excitement.

What you see is Simon sprinkling some salt and pepper on a bowl of fries, and he turns to you when you rush in like an energetic child.

“A few fries are tolerable” He shows you the bowl, and you can’t wait to reach out and take a bite on the crunchy and golden fries.

“Thank you, baby.” You press an open mouth kiss on your lover’s cheek.

“Don’t kiss me with your greasy mouth...”He growls, but you’re already leaving the kitchen, lilting an off-key song with the bowl of fries in your arms.

Simon just shakes his head and starts cleaning the countertop. If some fries can make you this happy, then fuck those healthy diets.

[18:00]

You two sitting face to face on the couch, the air is full of tension when you speak first.

“Mushroom”

“Mango”

“Oreo”

“Orange”

“Egg”

“g...”

“It’s over 2 seconds! Go take out the garbage, silly!”

“Fucking hell...”

Snickering at Simon’s loss, as he grumbles and on his way to grab the garbage, you add another star under your name to ‘the winner of the week’ sticky note that’s pasting on the fridge.

[23:00]

“Time to sleep.”

“but I want to watch this movie.”

“You can watch it tomorrow.”

“pleassee I want to watch it nowww Simonnn”

“...Fine.”

(00:00)

Simon looking at you sleeping like a log, whole body leaning on him and tangling him like an octopus, totally ignoring the wretched screaming from the movie, sighs and turns off the TV.

He leaves a night lamp for you, in case you need to get up for water during the night, and adjusts you two into a more comfortable posture.

He hears you mumbling something like donuts or maybe your favorite character, and chuckles quietly at how silly you are.

He already knew you would fall asleep during the movie, so that’s why he gave in, and time proves that his prediction’s correct since he’s looking at your serene face now.

“Goodnight.” Satisfied with you resting safe and sound in his arms, Simon plants a kiss on the top of your head and closes his eyes, hoping for a sweet dream that has you in it.

a/n: blåhaj sorry I love u I don't mean to harm u

[wwilsonbarness]

hello? Mr. Pickle?

pairings:  bucky barnes x reader

summary: Bucky struggles with modern technology, especially autocorrect. 

warnings: none, pure fluff 

word count: 495

a/n: When I was writing i can’t do this anymore my autocorrect changed doll to dill and so this was born - also my first drabble? Huge thanks to @hopelessromantic423 for the title suggestion <33

Feedback, likes and reblogs are much appreciated :) 

I do not give permission for my work to be copied, reposted or translated on any other platform.

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From across the room you could hear your phone vibrating so you made a mental note to check it once you finish this chapter of your book. It buzzed again and you debated going over to it but you only had two pages left. Then it buzzed 3 more times, straight after each other. This was when you decided it must be important so you got up and started walking over. It buzzed another two times as you walked over and you started to panic, it could’ve been an emergency. When you saw the messages on your screen you couldn’t help but burst into laughter. It was Bucky who was messaging you. 

Buck

I’m just leaving. What do you want for dinner dill?  dill** dill** This stupid fucking phone. DILL** DILL DILL** Fuck sake I’m phoning you 

You only just finish reading the last message when your phone begins to ring and you try to compose your laughter enough to answer. 

“Hey Buck, or should I say Mr Pickle?” 

“Ha Ha.” He replies sarcastically, “I take it you seen my texts. Stupid phone never works.” 

“It’s just not used to your 40’s lingo babe.” You teased, you were always kidding with him about how much of an old man he was. Not in the way of his literal age but the way he lived, he hated using new technology, he hated social media, and you don’t even want to think back on the time you tried to make him watch a reality show. He tried liking all the modern parts of the world but he missed the old days where things were a lot simpler. He was just glad he had you to help him through it. 

“Yeah well it’s lucky I didn’t throw it out the car.” You hear him mumble something along the lines of “piece of crap” and it makes you giggle. “It’s not funny doll.” 

“It’s kinda funny.” 

“I hate you.” He jokes. 

“No you don’t.” You manage to reply through your laughter. 

“You’re right I don’t. So what do you want for dinner?”

You take a second to think, “I’m kinda craving cheeseburgers.” 

“I could do a cheeseburger, I’m near that burger place anyways.” 

“Could you get some fries too? Oh! And a milkshake? The one with the oreo pieces? Please.” He couldn’t see but your pouty lip had come out. 

“Anything you want doll.” 

“Thanks babe, how long do you think you’ll be?”

“Should be like 20 minutes, do you wanna watch something while we eat?” 

“You read my mind! I’ll set it up in time for you coming home.” 

“Okay, won’t be long. Love you.” 

“Love you too.” Bucky’s about to hang up before you quickly start speaking again. “Bucky?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Could you get me extra pickles on my burger?” 

You hear him scoff a little then laugh, “I’m hanging up now.” 

“Byeee.” You trail off until the call ends. You were never gonna let him live this one down.

[satorusugurugurl]

Ferris Wheel

Summary: Marie’s Summer Fest prompt: Ferris Wheel

Pairing: Fushiguro Toji x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: public play, fingering, exhibitionism, degrading, dirty talk, sort of dom themes

Word Count: 1,242

A/N: The Tojo brain rot has been so real! bark bark bark wooof!! 🥵

The smell of deep-fried food and motor oil from the amusement park did not sound like a very good combination of smells, but as you held your boyfriend's hand wandering through the park, you had to disagree. Smelling all the different scents, from the fried Oreos to the cotton candy being made, had your mouth watering! The bright lights, the sounds of delightful screaming, and the way to Toji squeeze your hand

“Hey,” a large hand ruffled the top of your head, pulling your attention away from the different food vendors. “Did you still want to ride the Ferris wheel?”

Toji strokes some of your stray hairs away from your face while he carries the giant turtle plushy. He had one for you under his other arm. He had completed a well-paying job and decided to take you to an amusement park after you complained about it while Shiu drove you back to the hotel. You insisted to him that it was an excellent way to unwind after getting a fat paycheck

“Yeah!” You beamed, grabbing his hand and tugging him towards the Ferris wheel, only for him to stop.

“I gotta wash my hands first; give me a second.” You cocked an eyebrow taking the turtle plushy from your boyfriend while waiting off to the side for him to return. Why would he need to wash his hands before getting on another amusement park ride

His strange behavior disappeared to the back of your mind. But once you slid into the swing on the Ferris wheel, you couldn’t help but notice how his hands remained in his pockets until you got into the swinging seat. You only realized why his hands remained in his pockets as soon as you were out of any eyes when his hand gripped your thighs, squeezing it gently as the multicolored lights of the Ferris wheel danced across his face.

‘Have I told you how sexy that little sundress looks on you?” To emphasize his point, Toji’s fingers slid under the hem of your lilac dress.

“No, you haven’t.”

Fingers further up, running along the inside of your thighs. “Well, I had planned on taking you back to the hotel room and worshiping you in it. But somebody wanted funnel cake and wouldn’t shut up about it.” An almost breathless giggle passes through your lips.

“Yeah, it was delicious.”

“Hmm,” his rough fingers push your soaked panties to the side. “But it’s not as tasty as you.”

Oh fuck, this was why he had washed his hands

Just as the realization strikes you, he slides his index and middle finger slowly over your slick folds, lubing up his fingers. Once he deemed them wet enough, Toji shoved them inside of your cunt, growling at the way your wet walls hugged him as he set a slow pace, pumping them in and out of you. Your boyfriend smirked at how you brought the turtle plushy up to your mouth to muffle the sounds of your moans. He slowly focuses on your weak spot, that sweet, spongy spot inside of you, since he doesn’t have much time to get you off.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, T-Toji.” Your voice muttered into the plushie. “Nnngh fuck—”

“Yeah, does my pretty little girlfriend like when I finger fuck her stuffing her tight little pussy in public?” The bustling of the crowd, rides, and games are nearly drowning out the wet squelching sounds of Toji’s fingers fucking into you. Your boyfriend, however, could hear every sweet sound that your pussy made, along with the moans and cries you fought back. “You don’t have to answer that. Your pretty little pussy squeezing down on my fingers already did.”

Toji uses his thumb to rub teasing circles around your clit as your fingers dig into your stuffed animal as the swing you’re in stops at the very top of the ride. You can hear the couple below you laughing and talking. Unaware of the fact that your boyfriend was knuckles deep inside of you, pushing you closer towards your orgasm. Toji’s navy eyes were glued on your pulse, watching it quicken with each carefully calculated stroke of his fingers. Your boyfriend knows you're close by the way your thighs clamp around his hand and how your breath quickens as your eyes dart towards him, full of unfiltered.

“Close,” you whimper, your hips slowly rocking against his hand.

“Close? Are you gonna cum baby?” You nod. “Alright, you can cum when I count to zero. How does that sound?”

“Yes, please.”

“Ten.” Toji rubbed your sweet spot harder. “Nine, fuck you’re so cute, eight—” your mind is fuzzy, lost in pleasure as the Ferris wheel slowly starts to move again. “Oooh, would you look at that? We better hurry up.”

You feel like you’re going to explode as Toji continues to slowly count down as you get closer and closer to the end of your ride. Your pussy twitches as you turn your head, lips slightly parted with soft cries. Your dark-haired muscle mass of a boyfriend smirks, speeding his fingers up, fucking into you faster, savoring the way you tilted your head back

“Three~”

“Toji, please—”

“Please, what, baby?”

You can hear the sounds of the crowd lined up to get on getting closer. “Please let me cum—” The smell of sandalwood and gunpowder wafts over you as Toji leans close to your ear.

“What was that? Say it louder?”

“Please let me cum—” You please in a harsh whisper.

“That’s a good girl, two—” fingers curl inside of you, moving in and out faster. “—one—” God, you’re so close to the end of the ride, and you’re close to reaching that sweet release. “It would be fun to edge you right now.”

“Toji, please!”

The desperation and tears in your eyes have all thoughts of edging out the window. “Zero, cum, you little slut.” Toji commands, pressing down on your g-spot as hard as he can.

You were mere seconds from screaming out his name as you gush over his fingers, but Toji luckily catches your lips on his, sucking in every moan that slips out of your mouth as you cum all over his fingers. Just before you reach the bottom, Toji adjusts your panties and dress before seductively licking and sucking his fingers clean as your ride reaches the end.

The smirk on your boyfriend's face is wide as you struggle to stand up. Your struggles don’t go unnoticed as you win a concerned look from the ride operator. Instead of continuing to watch you struggle, Toji wraps around your waist, helping to steady you as he grins at the questioning, watchful eyes of the teenager who focuses on your shaking legs.

“She’s scared of heights,” Toji answers the question that isn’t asked. In turn, he ignores skeptical glances from the other park-goers as he leads you down the stairs.

“You asshole, I’m gonna make you regret that stunt you just pulled.” There was, however, not much heat in your tone, which means you weren’t all that serious.

A firm smack on your ass is how Toji responds before blowing on your ear. “Oh baby, I’d love to see you fucking try.”

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[hardly-an-escape]

For your road trip prompt ask: Dreamling going to a fair☺️ Have a safe trip!

oooh I so want to write what’s in a name? Dream & Hob stopping at a state or county fair somewhere on their weird ass sex romp-slash-road trip, but that fic is set in winter and I just don’t think it’s plausible. and yeah it’s fanfic and I can do whatever I want but internal consistency is important! dangit! so I will make up my own little winter festival lol

They’ve gotten a slow start, so wrapped up in trading slow kisses that it had taken housekeeping knocking on the motel door to pull them out of bed. It’s their third day on the road, and Hob still kind of can’t believe his luck – that he's woken up next to this dream of a man three mornings in a row, now, and that Dream seems just as captivated by Hob as Hob is by him.

They’ve left the worst of the weather behind them as they make their way gradually in a southward direction, but there’s still a bite to the air, and more often than not the sky is a sort of dull grey that threatens snow but never backs up its threats. It’s nice to step out in the chill for a minute when they stop for gas, and even nicer to blast the heat when they get back in the car.

Hob notices the first sign for the county midwinter fair a little while after they stop for lunch. They’re on one of the smaller county roads, not the interstate, or else he probably wouldn’t have seen it at all; the fair seems like one of those slightly weird, uniquely small town America kind of things that just don’t have traction outside of a fifty mile radius of their location.

When the pass the second sign he touches Dream on the shoulder and points it out. “What do you say? Want to stop and check it out?”

“Trinity County Midwinter Fair and Festival,” Dream reads aloud as Hob slows the car. There’s nobody else on the road. “Music, midway, food trucks, ice carving competition.” He snorts as Hon hits the accelerator again. “What is a midway?”

“It’s like, rides and stuff. They’ll probably have a Ferris wheel and some of those rigged carnival games.”

“Ah. The village fete, complete with coconut toss.”

Dream’s mouth curves into a smile, and Hob has to restrain himself from causing an accident by trying to kiss him while the car is still moving.

They follow the signs and park in a large field, following the sounds of the crowd to where a little row of games booths and rides has been erected. There is indeed a Ferris wheel, as well as a tilt-a-whirl and bumper cars, all brightly lit against the backdrop of forested mountains.

Hob is delighted. He urges Dream from booth to booth, only realizing about halfway down the row that he’s seized his hand with such gusto that they’re still holding hands almost ten minutes later. He grins apologetically and drops it, only for Dream to take it back and deliberately interlace their fingers.

They try elephant ears, which are a bit, and deep fried Oreos, which are not. Hob lets himself be talked into playing a ring toss game – well, he doesn’t try too hard to stop the man from convincing him – and actually wins a small and very ugly teddy bear, which he presents to Dream, who rolls his eyes but carefully carries it with them for the rest of the afternoon.

The ice carving competition is surprisingly compelling. There are only a handful of contestants, but each has their own unique set of tools and artistic style – one extremely petite but fierce-looking lady with a long grey braid uses a chainsaw – and Dream and Hob stop several times in their perambulation to watch their creations emerge from the massive blocks of ice. For the first time, Hob gets to watch Dream-the-artist watch other artists at work, and it’s… remarkable. Those blue eyes take in everything with such startling clarity and intensity.

Hob wants to watch Dream create something.

They save the Ferris wheel for last. It’s nearing sunset when they finally go up, Dream wrapped tight in his thrift store coat and scarf. To the west, the sinking sun is staining the sky in shades of pink, orange, and gold, and the warm light makes Dream look even more like a work of art than he usually does.

When their rickety little carriage pauses at the very top of the wheel, Dream sighs and leans into Hob, resting his head on his shoulder, and Hob leans back and kisses Dream twice, on the temple and the forehead.

Something resembling love is welling up in him. He tries to swallow it back down, tries to transmute it into something more acceptable, something Dream might actually be able to accept, but he just ends up with a lump in his throat and after a moment, Dream is the one to break the silence.

“Thank you for suggesting we stop,” he says, breath puffing white. “I – loved this.”

His hand tightens in the crook of Hob’s elbow where they are tangled together. He still has the teddy tucked under his arm.

“Me too,” Hob says. “I loved it too.”

come and drop a prompt in my inbox and I'll write you a drabble while I’m being a passenger princess on this road trip <3

[xmycxx]

tattoo!artist Ellie x reader pt. 2

Part 1 | Sketchbook hc's

im guessing you prolly initiate the second date since ellie initiated the first

like a nervous text about a dinner or something, but instead she takes the lead and just tells you to "be ready by 7, wear something cute :)"

so you pick out your nicest outfit, cute dress, nice buttonup, what have you

you're thinking you're going somewhere super fancy and really nice so you go all out, jewelry and everything

this woman shows up, dressed in jeans and a hoodie, surprised that you're dressed up that much, doesn't say anything

and brings you to a fuckin bowling alley

you're Livid bc you dressed up so much to come to a cheap bowling alley and you're so close to screaming at her in front of everyone there bc everyone's looking at how overdressed you are

but you can't bring yourself to when she already looks this nervous and feels guilty about making it a surprise, so you just ask her why she did that

and she tells you how she didn't know what to do and asked someone for help, and then Joel gave her the idea of a surprise and she just tried her best to impress you

your anger all but melts off when you look at her in her hoodie, nervously scratching her neck, tattoo peaking out, hoping you aren't gonna be mad at her

so you just sigh, smile at her, ask her help for removing some of the jewelry you wore bc the last thing you want is your necklace coming off

and she's so sweet about it, tucks them all away in her pockets for "safekeeping" and pays for everything, helps you into the bowling alley shoes while making a joke how you're cinderella and she's your prince charming

she's weirdly bad at bowling, she has no clue while Joel suggested this as she watches the ball go into the side lanes over and over again

does this stop her from trying to teach you?

no, no it does not

she mansplains each step to you and is your biggest hypeman when you win

eventually she gets sick of losnig so when she's in the bathroom, you sidle over to the counter and pay for the kids fences

she's so happy, she swears up and down that she is gonna marry you just for that

you end up almost getting kicked out, laughing your asses off as she takes you in her beat up car to a 24hr diner, begrudgingly lets you pay for milkshakes and dinner for you both

you steal her fries, she plays footsie under the table about it, she tastes like oreo from her milkshake when you kiss her, you taste like chocolate

drops you home, grinning and still feeling guilty about the fiasco from earlier

you completely erase all her guilt, kissing her everywhere but her lips, teasing her at your front door until she grins, finally kissing her on the lips and promising her a third date

except, maybe you'll plan it this time

she goes home with a grin on her face, your jewelry in her pocket, still there for safekeeping, your perfume on her hoodie

Part 3

A/N: I'm honestly loving this AU, i'd be open to requests if anyone has any

[sarahghetti]

going to the carnival hcs; m.k.

pairing: marc spector x reader, steven grant x reader, jake lockley x reader, the gang's all here

summary: the carnival's in town! some headcanons for how you spend your time there with the boys.

warnings: mildly suggestive near the end, but essentially just pure fluff all the way through. reader is called princesa once, no descriptions otherwise.

word count: 2.0k

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the carnival rolls into town—of course you’re all going!

and it’s kind of perfect because they all have their favourite parts.

food

marc is your food guy—he won’t be the one to suggest the funky fair foods like frog legs or peanut putter pickle corn dogs, but he will go halfsies with you on anything you want to get so you can try a lot of different things.

you’re giving this look to the deep fried oreos stand that has marc pursing his lips, obviously hesitant even though he offers no resistance when you direct the two of you towards it.

“if you want cookies, I saw a place near the entrance,” he suggests in a placating sort of way, as though he could dissuade you from trying any of the monstrosities at your disposal.

“but…” you gesture at the sign, look at it! and he’s never been more aware of how much you’ve got him wrapped around your little finger because he’s buying an order for you without a second thought.

“it’s… very sweet,” he remarks after his first bite. “not sure if it’s much of an improvement on the original thing.”

“then why do you keep eating it?” you make grabby hands towards the tray in his hand to try one, and he dangles it out of your reach. “wha—hey!”

“just hang on a sec.” he polishes off his cookie, tongue darting out to catch some errant sugar on his lips before pulling you deep into a kiss.

he’s grinning wide at his own cheesiness before he even draws back completely, your face is burning and, yeah—it’s pretty sweet.

meanwhile steven kind of taps out for this. veganism doesn’t exactly pair well with the hodgepodge of carnival foods being offered, but he will take a good sorbet when it gets particularly hot out.

if he fronts after marc or jake eat something non-vegan, steven will find the nearest lemonade stand to wash the taste out of his mouth. he gets a different one every time, and almost drinks the entire bubblegum flavoured lemonade even though he dislikes it.

jake secretly thinks it’s good. marc fronts again near the end of the cup and immediately tosses it in the trash.

jake has simpler tastes but will try to deviate a little in spirit of the carnival. as long as it’s generally something he likes, like fried chicken or a burger, he won’t mind if it comes in a cone or has a shit-ton of cheese piled on top. is the one to pay eight dollars for a cob of corn.

games

marc and steven will only play the fair game scams if you want to, but jake has no qualms about them at all. you mention that there’s a prize plushie you think is cute and he’s already pulling you towards the booth, eyes glinting in a way that you know he’s up to trouble.

jake then proceeds to crush every single game you come across.

skeeball? he’s getting 100 points with every ball he throws. hoops? draft this man into the nba, he’s sinking baskets like your life depends on it.

jake’s bracing a pellet gun against his shoulder, lining up the scope with the targets at the end of the booth when it finally clicks.

he might not be wearing the suit, but that doesn’t mean that khonshu isn’t with him. you lean in over his shoulder. “wait, are you—?”

bam, bam, bam. three shots, three bullseyes. the people around you are whooping and hollering, but jake just turns to you with a smug look on his face.

“didn’t even need him for this one, princesa, but—” his eyes dart to the top of the booth and you can imagine the god sitting up there, watching you. “what is true justice if not scamming a scammer, hm?”

the attendant comes around to give jake his prize, which he presents to you with flourish and a wink.

“now, is there anything else you want? the fist of vengeance—” he drops his voice down to what you know as an imitation of khonshu “—still has a few games left in him.”

marc fronts again to find his wallet much lighter and his arms full of plushies that jake won for you and just sighs.

steven must’ve read a book about the design behind carnival games at some point because boy is he knowledgeable about it.

it’s a bit of diversion from his usual egyptology, but he seems to know all the tricks of the major games like the back of his hand and leans in close to your ear to tell you exactly what’s happening as you watch other people play.

“you see that?” he points towards the ring toss booth, where a handful of people are fruitlessly bouncing rings off the rims of bottles.

you already know what’s coming but still, you ask: “do you wanna play?”

“oh, no, love, now the rings—” he brings the tips of his forefinger and thumb together in demonstration “—they’re barely big enough to fit over the bottles, you’d have to hit it dead on to have a chance. even then, the material isn’t any help, the rings’ll bounce right off like—that!”

he snaps his fingers, and you giggle a little at his theatrics. the sound always makes him blush a little, and he turns back to the game to distract himself before he gets too flustered.

someone puts down twenty dollars for a bucket of rings and he clicks his tongue in disapproval. “poor buggers.”

maybe he says it a little too loudly, catching the attention of some of the players and his face flushes red as he stammers an apology. you shove him playfully, face similarly burning. “steven!”

“sorry!”

the only exception for marc is the horizonal bar game, you know, the one where someone has to hang from a bar for some length of time? it’s practically impossible because it rotates under your hands, yeah, yeah, steven—he knows.

but marc’s a guy with far above average fitness who climbs up walls on the reg. doesn’t even need khonshu’s power to beat it, he just hangs up there, smirking at you as the timer counts down. it’s the easiest prize he’s ever won in his life.

rides

marc’s whole life is a rollercoaster, so he’s ok.

but in all seriousness, the midway rides aren’t really his thing. they’re transported in from who-knows-where, then set up in a parking lot by who-knows-who, and you’re supposed to just let them flip you upside down over and over again while paying ten bucks for the honour? no. he does not trust them.

steven and jake, however, see all the bright lights and loud music and are a little more favourable.

steven probably feels nauseous at the idea of being put upside down, but travelling fast in a circle, or spinning around in teacups? he’s so down. will join you in spinning the teacups to the max or sport a devilish grin as he singlehandedly spins the teacup as you scream.

(will give you a lil kiss on the forehead as an apology if he accidentally takes it too far)

jake sees the crazier rides as a challenge. won’t push you to do them if you really aren’t comfortable, but he gets this spark in his eyes and promises to keep you safe if you ride with him.

what does that mean? it means that he has full confidence that if there’s a failure in any of the safety mechanisms, he can suit up and save you before anything bad happens.

marc is absolutely flabbergasted that jake “protector of the body” lockley even considers going on any of these deathtraps. loudly protests from within as jake tells you about how fast his reaction time is—it doesn’t matter, jake, just don’t take them on the ride in the first place!

the Ferris Wheel SceneTM goes a bit differently depending on who’s fronting at the time.

steven absolutely insists on going on the ferris wheel and will wait any length of line so that you can ride it.

“look at that!” he’s pressed against your side, shoulder to hip, and uses your joined hands to point out landmarks in the distance as you climb in height. the city lights glitter across the horizon, and steven laughs at the spectacle of it all.

he’s probably imagined this very moment happening ever since you told him that the carnival was coming to town—sitting on top of a ferris wheel with you at his side, being able to kiss you at the top.

“did you have fun?” you bump into his shoulder, smiling at how happy he looks.

“fun? love, this is—” he shakes his head. “today has been like a dream. you’re like a dream.”

he says the last part like a confession, grinning, and you feel his happiness when he finally gets to press his lips to yours.

jake suggests you go on the ferris wheel in the same way as when he suggested the two of you cheat at the carnival games, so you’re immediately suspicious.

“stop looking at me like that.” he tries and fails to keep a smirk off his face, giving you an innocent look as he rests a hand on your knee. “isn’t it beautiful outside?”

it is. you take your eyes off him for one moment to admire the view and his hand creeps higher, fingertips pressing into your thigh.

“jake!” your eyes widen, and the bastard has the audacity to laugh. he leans in close, lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

“nobody can see us up here—it’s just you and me.” his lips move down to graze your jaw, and your breath catches in your throat. your heart flutters.

“I like the sound of that.” jake pulls back slightly to see the small smile on your face. “’you and me.’”

it’s like you’ve taken the wind out of his horny sails. he can’t help but to smile back, and when he kisses you again, on the lips this time, you know that he agrees with you.

the ferris wheel is the only ride you can convince marc to go on; no matter what he says, he’s a big softie at heart.

he keeps an arm wrapped around you the entire time, holding you close. the scent of him envelopes you like a warm blanket.

marc doesn’t say a lot, preferring to just enjoy your company as you slowly make your way to the top. you don’t mind—you just rest your head on his shoulder and wait for him to open up on his own.

when you stop at the top, it’s like you’re in a movie. the neon lights spread out beneath you, your quiet breaths in the cabin, the soft kiss he presses to the top of your head.

“I love you,” he murmurs, and it means so much more than you’ll ever know. you smile up at him and he looks back at you with the softest expression you’ve ever seen—like he’s at finally at peace, and you’re the reason why.

you can’t help but kiss him, then—let him taste the words as you say “I love you, too.”

[roseygurl]

jobs i think the marauders & friends would have

james potter

- works at a sporting goods store

- he’s very knowledgeable and great at his job

- will definitely persuade you into buying something you don’t want or need

- “sir these nike airs will make you jump so incredibly high”

- always chewing gum and always getting yelled at for it by his boss

- hates working register, you’ll find him in the shoes section reading a magazine

- made the store playlist, he’s always on aux

- all his coworkers are really old but he still manages to get along really well with them

- has definitely grabbed a beer with the 50 year old cashier

sirius black

- movie theatre employee

- he hates his job so much. so much

- but he loves saying he works at a movie theatre because it sounds cool

- applied because he loves films and the smell of theatre popcorn

- works at the concession stand and steals extra large slushees (his go-to flavors are cherry and coke)

- he’s really bad at customer service but he’s naturally charming so it’s okay

- always has one airpod in

- coworkers love him because remus brings him food on his break that he shares with everyone

- never ever wears the hat that comes with his uniform because it’s ugly and makes his hair look bad

- definitely cries in the bathroom

remus lupin

- waiter at a nice restaurant downtown

- he’s actually quite rude but his dry humor and nice cheekbones charm people for some reason

- (gets horrible tips)

- has to wear a fully black outfit with a silly black bow tie, sirius thinks he looks handsome

- really good at bussing tables and rolling silverware

- steals fries from the kitchen

- sometimes they ask him to bartend and he really enjoys that

- the hostess girl adores him (sirius despises her)

- smokes near the dumpster on his break and then sits on the floor in the walk-in for a few minutes

- “can i speak to the manager?!”

- “ma’am i am the manager” (he’s lying)

peter pettigrew

- works at a gas station

- constantly forgets to check for ID

- free cigarettes for his friends

- actually likes stocking shelves because he doesn’t have to talk to anyone

- always scared the store is gonna get robbed at gunpoint

- sees people steal but never says anything about it

- he literally never sees his boss around, where is that man???

- usually closing shift, he hates it

- reads comic books up front all the time, sometimes he’ll have really long conversations with customers about x-men

regulus black

- works drive-thru at a burger joint

- customer service is on point but after 8pm he turns into the biggest bitch on the face of the earth

- he just wants to go home

- sirius and james always drive by to troll him and order shakes

- sirius is really good at doing the karen voice and has actually fooled him almost every single time

- big brother behavior

- his uniform is rancid and smells like burger grease

- always having one sided competitions with other coworkers that nobody is in on except for him

- he loves oreo milkshakes

- ends up having to train the new hires but he’s so terrible at it

- “idk i think this is how you do it but im not sure”

- bad at counting change on the spot, he’ll start tearing up if you give him coins

lily evans

- second-hand bookstore employee

- started out as a volunteer but they actually ended up hiring her

- she doesn’t get enough hours

- works next to a coffee shop so she always grabs a cappuccino for james after her morning shifts

- gets to wear cute outfits but has to wear an ugly gray apron

- decorates it with pins

- remus always comes to visit her and they bitch about rude customers together

- he ends up helping her move heavy boxes

- her boss is this sweet weird hippie woman who somehow knows everyone personally

- the dusty books give her terrible allergies

- that girl is always sneezing and sniffling

- will talk your ear off about jane austen

[ciaossu-imagines]

Fun idea to think about:

What food "atrocities" would your faves get up to?

For example my brain went straight to: Yamamoto is the type to put ketchup on Pasta and get instantly banned from the entire country of italy.

These do not have to be only italian crimes. As a german for example I feel my toes curl outwards when I hear of "sweet Pretzles", and i know for a fact that sticking your chopsticks into rice is not just rude, but a straight up taboo in japan.

So I wondered if you could think of anything. Doesnt have to be KHR related.

Just wanna give you something fun to think about

You are right! This is definitely a fun idea to think about! I’m sorry it took so long to get the reply out to you, but thanks so much for the request and for allowing me such freedom within it. Also, totally not feeling called out by the ketchup on pasta comment. Totally not…for what it’s worth though, a bag of pasta and a large bottle of ketchup costs about $10 where I live, so it’s cheap and does a lot of meals, which is good for when you’re a broke bitch but still want to live. I hope you’ll enjoy some of the thoughts I have on each of my current favourites or focuses from a variety of my fandoms!

From KHR, two words – blue steak. Because it’s certainly one of Bel’s favourites. His steak? Yeah, he wants it to have just been mooing like, two seconds ago. He wants the steak and the pan it was cooked in to have had just the barest, briefest hint of a romance. They barely kissed, in other words. The level he eats it at isn’t just rare, but even below rare, and it sometimes kind of grosses other people out. Of course, Bel being Bel, he kind of delights in this fact and it makes him even more enamored of this particular ‘food crime’.

From K Project, I think Fujishima eats Kit-Kats without ever breaking any of the bars. He just unwraps the top part of the Kit-Kat bar and takes a big bite out of it.

From Servamp, Tsurugi eats with his hands a lot of the time. Unless it’s absolutely inconceivably to eat something with just his hands, like hot soup, he’s probably eaten a dish using solely his hands before. He does know utensils exist and he’ll use them, only sometimes when it’s a more casual setting, or most of the time when he’s in a public setting, he just vastly prefers eating with his hands.

From Iruma-kun, Sabnock has eaten hard-boiled and soft-boiled egg with the shell on. More than once. He doesn’t even really see much a difference in eating it whole or peeling the shell off besides that there’s more flavour and texture with the shell on.

From Bungou Stray Dogs, when Dazai really feels like pissing people off, or is just extremely lazy, he makes tea completely incorrectly. He’ll just pop a teabag in a cup, run the tap water until it gets really, really hot, and fill the cup and ta-da, tea. He makes sure to let everyone around him know how delicious it is while he drinks it. He also reuses teabags…just never for his own cup of tea.

Rock from Nanbaka definitely puts ketchup on his eggs. He also kind of really digs French fries dipped into ranch dressing.

Togano from Eyeshield 21 is just kind of really guilty of forgetting to season any food he cooks. Despite what people think, he can cook more than just cup noodles, but all of his cooking is pretty unsatisfying and bland, though he doesn’t really understand why, which is why he eats prepackaged foods or takeout so often.

From The Vampire Dies In No Time, Satetsu really likes mayo. He’ll eat just mayo sandwiches – just bread and mayo. He also enjoys it on rice, but he only indulges that guilty pleasure when he’s alone.

Charles Bernard from Jujutsu Kaisen scrapes off the frosting from Oreos and throws it away because he thinks it tastes gross. He then just eats the chocolate parts of the cookies, but instead of chewing them, he kind of just lets them slowly dissolve in his mouth.

In another Oreo related crime, Fenrir Godspeed from IkeRev would eat Oreos with honey mustard unashamedly.

[peppinodelivery]

Let me get a couple double quarter-pound kings

A pancake platter with a couple onion rings

I want some chicken fries added with a garlic side

Salad, and a double ham sandwich, don't forget the

No cheese, miss me with it

A bacon crispy chicken

Everything up in the kitchen

Everything up in the kitchen

I need ketchup for the dippin'

Mellow Yellow what I'm sippin'

If it's breakfast, I'm gon' need a different sandwich in my vision

I can have it my way, when it come to BK

Need the Hershey pot, yeah and the Oreo cheesecake

A hundred thousand nuggets on the side, for pete's sake

Come on, don't worry, I pre-paid

This ain't gonna be enough, I promise you, I'm tellin' you

Wait, hold up, I think I need a second too

I'ma need a Hershey pot, get some chicken tenders too

I'll empty out my check in the counter, max out my credit too

Let me get a sprite, I'm a thirsty guy

Serve me fries on the side of a Hershey pot

Serve me food, I'll serve you rhymes every time

If your manager is hiring, then I'm the guy

Yeah, yeah

[sofiaispunk]

dbf!Joel Miller x Reader - Part 3

The next morning, you woke up early, eager to get ready for the fair with Joel and Sarah. You  picked out a comfortable yet cute outfit, and made you way to the Miller’s house. You opted for a light blue, flowy sundress with thin straps that showed off your tanned shoulders. The dress fell mid-thigh and twirled around your legs as you walked, making you feel carefree and playful. You paired it with white canvas sneakers, so you would be comfortable walking and running around all day. To complete the look, you added a denim jacket, which was perfect for the slightly chilly autumn evening. 

As you arrived Sarah opened the door not even two seconds after you rang the bell. She greeted you with a huge bear hug and you both sat down on the breakfast table. Sarah was practically bouncing with excitement, "I can't wait to go on all the rides and eat all the food!"

Joel chuckled, as he placed two perfectly made pancakes on your plate "Slow down, Sarah. We have to pace ourselves." 

You smiled at Sarah's enthusiasm, "I'm excited too. I haven't been to a fair in ages."

Joel's brother, Tommy, joined you at the table. He was a tall, handsome man with a warm smile and a friendly demeanor. "Good morning, everyone. Ready for some fun?"

Everybody nodded and you finished breakfast, then made your way to the fairgrounds.

The fair was a colorful and vibrant scene, with bright lights illuminating the sky. The air was filled with the scent of popcorn, cotton candy, and fried food. People were laughing, shouting, and singing along to the music blasting from the speakers.

There were a variety of attractions, from carnival games to thrill rides. The Ferris wheel stood tall in the center of the fair, offering a breathtaking view of the surrounding area. The roller coasters twisted and turned, eliciting screams of excitement from those brave enough to ride them.

Food stands lined the fairgrounds, offering everything from hot dogs and burgers to deep-fried Oreos and funnel cakes. The sweet aroma of fresh baked goods drifted through the air from the stands selling cookies, cakes, and pies.

Children ran around with balloons, stuffed animals, and giant cotton candy sticks in their hands. Teenagers roamed in groups, trying their luck at the various games and rides. Couples walked hand in hand, enjoying the romantic atmosphere.

As you wandered around the fair, Sarah tagged along, excitedly pointing out all the attractions she wanted to try. Joel smiled his daughter's enthusiasm, glad to see her having a good time.

"Hey Dad," Sarah said, tugging on Joel's sleeve. "Do you know why Mom didn't come to the fair with us?"

Joel's expression darkened slightly as he glanced down at his daughter. "Your mom had to work late today," he said, his voice tinged with annoyance. "She's been really busy lately."

Sarah pouted, clearly disappointed. "But she promised she'd come," she whined.

"I know, kiddo," Joel said, patting her on the back. "But sometimes things come up that we can't control."

You felt a pang of sympathy for him. It must be tough for him to deal with a failing marriage, especially with his daughter caught in the middle. So you decided to change the subject to lighten the mood.

"Hey Sarah, do you want to try that rollercoaster over there?" you pointed to a nearby ride that looked thrilling.

Sarah's eyes widened with excitement as she nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes, let's go!" she exclaimed, pulling you by the hand towards the ride.

Joel watched you go, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. You could sense his gratitude distracting Sarah and allowing him some space to think. So you headed off with Sarah towards the ride.

Unbeknown to you Tommy kept glancing over at you admiring you from afar.

"Hey man, What's her deal? She single?" Tommy leaned over to Joel, his tone casual, slurping on his strawberry milkshake.

Joel stiffened, his protective instincts kicking in. "Why do you ask?" he replied, trying to keep his tone even.

Tommy shrugged nonchalantly. "Just curious. She's a beautiful girl."

Joel's jaw tightened. "Yeah, she is," he said, his tone cold.

Tommy immediately noticed the tension in Joel's voice and raised an eyebrow. "Is there something I should know?" he asked.

Joel hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. "Look, I just don't want you getting any ideas," he said finally. "She is a good kid and she doesn't need any complications in her life."

Tommy rolled his eyes. "Come on, man, I'm not going to do anything stupid," he said, a hint of annoyance creeping into his voice. "I just wanted to know if she's available."

Joel sighed, feeling torn between his protective instincts and his desire to give his brother the benefit of the doubt. "She's not available," he said firmly. "And I'd appreciate it if you kept your distance."

Tommy looked surprised, but then his expression softened. "Okay, man, I get it," he said, putting a hand on Joel's shoulder. "I won't mess with your girl."

Joel tensed at the phrase 'your girl', feeling a twinge of jealousy and possessiveness that he couldn't quite explain. He shook it off and forced a smile, glad that the conversation was over. 

 "Guys, did you see how fast we went? I could feel my hair flying all over the place! It was like being in a movie!" Sarah said as she ran over to Joel and Tommy, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Tommy chuckled, "Yeah, you looked like a real daredevil up there."

Joel nodded in agreement, "It definitely looks like a wild ride."

You couldn't help but smile at Sarah's enthusiasm. "It was really fun," you said, still feeling a little bit dizzy from the ride.

"Okay, guys, now that we're done with the ride, let's go get something to eat!" Sarah exclaimed.

Joel looked at her quizzically, "What are you in the mood for?"

"I don't know, maybe a funnel cake? Or some cotton candy? Oh, or maybe some nachos!" Sarah replied, her eyes scanning the surrounding stalls.

Tommy grinned, "How about all three?"

Sarah laughed, "That's not a bad idea, actually."

"I don't mind what we get, as long as it's something sweet!" you said.

Joel looked at you, "Are you sure? You haven't eaten much since we got here."

You just shrugged, "I'm not really that hungry, but I'll have a little bit of whatever you guys get."

You continued to stroll along the fair, checking out the different food stalls, and finally decided on getting nachos and a Pizza for Joel and Tommy and funnel cake for you and Sarah to share.

You sat there in silence enjoying your food and as you dug into the funnel cake, Sarah pointed out the powder sugar on your cheek. "You got a little something there," she said with a giggle.

You laughed along and reached for a napkin to clean it up, but Joel beat you to it.

You felt Joel’s thumb gently wiping the powdered sugar from your cheek and your heart started racing. The soft touch of his skin against yours sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions. Slowly you gazed up into his deep, brown eyes and for a moment, everything else faded away. It was just the two of you, lost in the moment.

His touch was so gentle, so tender, that you felt yourself melting under his gaze. It was like he was the only one who knew how to touch you, how to make you feel so alive. His fingers lingered for just a moment longer, tracing the curve of your cheek, and you felt a sudden urge to lean into him.

"So, have you seen the game booth over there? I bet I could win you a giant teddy bear!" Tommy said oblivious that he just interrupted your little moment with Joel.

You smiled at Tommy "I'm not very good at those games, but I'd love to watch you try."

"I think we should all stick together for now." Joel said directly to his brother with a low, icy tone.

Tommy raised his hands in surrender, "Sure thing, bro." 

You just shrugged your shoulder at Tommy and gave him an apologetical smile, but your mind kept drifting back to that moment with Joel. You tried your best to just push it out of your mind and focus on enjoying the rest of the day, but your heart couldn't help but ache at the thought that you could never be more than just friends and that he will never feel the same as you do.

Part 4

[dionysianchub]

Was the food festival you went to foodieland? I love that place so much i just recently went! What was your fave thing you ate there?

It was!! It was my second year going and I had such a good time! (I need to start going at night though cause it's way too hot here for fat boys. 😂

I think my favorite savory dish is the cheese wheel pasta (I got the truffle one) but the fried cheesecake and fried Oreos were so good I had to get a second order. 🐽

[sonosvegliato]

To an Athlete Dying Young: Deleted Scenes Pt 1

The original draft of Tim and Kon in the Hall of Justice in my fic And hold to the low lintel up/The still-defended challenge-cup. Featuring a McCrispy. 

Completely unedited.

“This is going to turn out so bad,” Superboy says.

“No, it’s not,” Tim says. “Either this works, and I’m a genius, or it doesn’t, and I find another way out. There are one hundred and forty seven listed in the blueprints I got from Batman’s computer, and thirty six more he’s detailed that are unmarked. But I’m not really supposed to know about those.”

“This is going to turn out so bad,” Superboy repeats. 

“Shut up, no it’s not,” Tim repeats back. 

“They’re going to know we’ve left,” Superboy hisses. “This is a horrible plan!”

“I want them to know we’ve left.” Tim’s sitting on Superboy’s shoulders and kicks him in the chest. “Now get in the tube.”

Superboy steps onto the Zeta platform. “I just want you know, if we end up on Mars, I’m not taking you back.”

Under New York Avenue is the closest Zeta tube, and Tim makes sure to shout it very clearly. Sewers, but. He can’t exactly pop out on the White House lawn. 

“B-20,” the tube accepts. Tim’s arms tighten on Superboy’s shoulders. “Robin.”

“This is so bad,” Superboy repeats as they’re reduced to photons through space. “This is so bad this is so bad this is—”

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“Incredibly demeaning,” Superboy says.

“Sorry, my car is talking,” Tim says to the McDonalds employee taking their drive-through order. “He wants the Number 1 with…”

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“Why were all the machines broken?” Superboy grumbles.

“It’s part of the experience,” Tim explains patiently. They’d had to scout out four McDonalds before finding one with a working soft serve machine. “Crushing disappointment, or eight hundred calories of delight? It’s fast food roulette.”

“And I just don’t get the spoons,” Superboy continues. They’ve been sharing a large fry, and he glares into the empty carton like it’s a multidimensional portal that ate his fries instead of Tim. He throws the carton aside.“Why are they square?”

“I used to think they were straws?” Tim supplies, licking an Oreo off his spoon. “If I had my phone, I’d look it up, but Batman has a fear of location-sharing. He made me duct-tape my front camera.”

“No shit?”

“No shit.” 

They eat in companionable silence. Tim feels Bruce in the doorway before he hears him, a dark blot in the corner of his vision. Tim scrapes Oreo crumbs from the inside of his cup before meeting Bruce’s eyes, domino to cowl.

“Oh, hey, Batman.”

“You went out?” Bruce replies, voice rough. “Into the city?”

“Maybe,” Tim says. He frowns, searching for one last bit of Oreo in his McFlurry’s vanilla bottom. “We wanted McDonalds.”

He kicks Superboy’s ankle.

“I’m only three weeks old,” Superboy blurts. “I’ve never had McDonalds.”

“And he can’t be a proper all-American boy without McDonalds,” Tim says. “Maybe that’s why he doesn’t have heat vision. Maybe pink slime alters Kryptonian genes and that’s what gave Superman his ocular powers.”

“McDonalds did not give me X-ray vision,” Superman says, though he squints at his hamburger for a second before taking another bite. 

Bruce tears a hand through the air at him. “You let this happen?”

Superman stiffens. 

“They got me a Big Mac,” he was smally. “I thought you’d sent them.”

“Relax, Batman, I got you the Spicy McCrispy,” Tim says. He reaches in the last brown bag and tosses the sandwich to Bruce. Bruce catches it in one hand and then points outside. 

“Out.”

Superboy leans into Tim. “Still think this was a good idea?” he whispers.

“Sit down, Superman, not you,” Bruce growls. “Robin.”

“Going perfectly to plan,” Tim whispers back, rising. Louder, he orders, “Don’t eat my chicken nuggets.”

“I’ll eat whoever’s nuggets I want,” Superboy mutters as Tim follows Bruce out into the hall. They walk a long time before Bruce stops and turns, a looming shadow that towers over Tim. 

“Do you not like the Spicy McCrispy?” Tim asks, speaking first.

“Do you think this is a joke?” Bruce bites back. He doesn’t shout, but the timbre of his voice reverberates in Tim’s chest, cracks his courage like an egg. He’s very aware of the pressure in his jaw, and fights to keep his expression open and passive. He’s glad for his domino and what little emotional protection it provides. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says measuredly.

Bruce’s shoulders stiffen, and he seems to grow inches taller. Tim doesn’t know how. Is it a Batman thing? Will Tim learn how to do that? 

Bruce’s voice is Gotham winter cold as he counts off his fingers. 

“You left the Hall without my permission,” Bruce begins. “You take a dangerous, unknown entity with you. You go into the city by yourself. Then you expose yourself to the American public riding Superman’s clone through a McDonald’s drive-though.” He pushes the wrapped chicken sandwich in Tim’s face, voice dropping further. “Are you sure you don’t know what I’m talking about?”

“I’m sorry,” Tim says.

“Do you know how many people saw you today?” Bruce barrels on.

“I don’t know. We had to go through more than one drive-through—”

“How many pictures were taken of you?” Bruce asks over him. “How many are currently being shared over every social media and news site? Robin’s been gone for over a year, and you’ve just announced his return to every rogue in Gotham.”

“Have I,” Tim says. 

Bruce’s mouth tightens. 

“I’m sorry,” he repeats quickly, giving ground. “But. If it’s 11 o’clock at night in Gotham or 11 o’clock in the morning at a McDonalds, the media was eventually going to see me. Robin’s been gone too long. Isn’t it good he comes back?”

“No!” Bruce snaps, arms flaring out. At Tim’s expression, his instantly cools. “Not right now. You just got the suit. You’re not ready for the streets.”

“But I will be, soon,” Tim says earnestly. “Right?”

“Tim—”

“I’m getting good. You have to let me out of the nest sometime. At least let me start shadowing you. I won’t let anyone see me; I’m really good at hiding in the dark—”

“No,” Bruce says fiercely. He shakes his head. “We’re not discussing this. You—” his expression closes. Tim can see him struggling with his emotions before shoving them down like leftovers in Alfred’s good tupperware. He takes Tim’s hand and puts the sandwich in it. The paper crinkles in Tim’s palm. “You’ve disappointed me.”

Tim stands there, a McCrispy in his hand, and watches Bruce walk away. His heart is beating so hard he feels sick. His grin is shaky, but by the time he returns to Superboy, he’s convinced himself that the stone in his stomach is victory. 

[bellysoupset]

bella would be lovely! maybe the sickie eats a bunch of colorful stuff and the sick is multi-colored. it would be a fun little detail to throw in. thanks for listening!

- 🎪

It's been a long time coming, I'm sorry!

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Lucas smiled, watching Bella jump up and down like a little kid, the excited joy almost alien in her normally nonchalant personality.

The itinerary amusement park was in town, a surprising thing in itself, because no itinerant park ever stopped by their small college oriented town. Bella had been talking about it non stop, apparently all three of her co-workers had already visited.

The park had a clown motif on everything. Lucas didn't like clowns, so he made a face at the painted characters on every attraction, while Bella looked more and more pleased. She loved clowns, maybe because they were creepy.

"What do you wanna do first?" He asked, hand in hand with her.

"I wanna go on the ferries," she answered, resting her head on his shoulder, a gigantic smile on.

"Alright, baby, ferries it is then," Lucas nodded, planting a kiss on the top of her curls.

He wasn't expecting to enjoy it quite as much as he was. Yes, he was clammy with sweat in no time since it was a warm day and yes, there had been a lot of queues, but the rides were fun and he had obliterated Bella in the bumper cars. Only for her to win him a large teddy bear in the shooting range, perfect aim causing the pimpled kid working the booth to pout and grumble about "cheating hilly billies."

"Can we put this in the car? So we don't have to carry it around," Bella said, poking the cute teddy bear and Lucas nodded, being guided through the crowd since Bell still had her fingers intertwined with his.

The minute he bent to plant the teddy bear in the backseat of the car, Bella was shoving him in, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. He fell on his back with a chuckle, his head meeting the teddy bear's fluffy foot, "we're-" his next words got swallowed up by a kiss as Bell got on top of him, "we're in public, you man eater!" Lucas giggled, smiling as he felt her moving her kisses down his cheek, to his neck.

"We're not doing anything," Bella said, voice muffled by his neck and Luke let out a happy sigh, sliding a hand over her little jeans shorts and squeezing her ass, "making out isn't a crime."

"Compelling argument," he said, moving on the seat so he was sitting down instead of sprawled on his back with his feet sticking out of the door and pulling her closer by the waist. He was toying with the hem of crop top, when his stomach interrupted them both by growling loudly.

"Mood killer," Luke scoffed, but didn't stop him from kissing her again, Bella giggling when her own belly let out a twin growl.

"Let's have lunch," she said into his mouth, "we can continue this later."

"I'm taking that as a promise, Bells" He kissed her once more, then pulled back.

He had her lipstick all over his mouth, Bella getting on her tiptoes in order to try and clean it.

There was a huge line for the food stand, so she draped over him, chin resting on his bicep as Lucas started telling her about the new classes he had, since the student year had just started back up.

"So do you get two proms?"

"It's not a prom," Luke scoffed, cheeks blushing, "I'm not a teenager."

"Answer my question, nerd" Bella rolled her eyes, fingers fiddling with the huge armholes of his tanktop, "two graduations?"

"Yeah, but I can just pick the second one and have them give me both degrees."

"Show off," she smiled brilliantly, "I hope you know how proud I am of you."

His whole face was on fire, so Lucas looked away, squeezing her hand in his. It was finally their turn to order and between the hunger, the heat and the butterflies, his stomach was actually hurting.

They found a nice little hill near the park and sat down on the grass, their huge lunch order split between them. Everything fried. Cake funnel, donuts, corndogs, fries, deep fried oreos, churros...

"I think you ordered too much food," Bella said, eyeing the amount with suspicion and falling on her back on the grass, already polishing up her first corn dog.

"No, I didn't," Lucas rolled his eyes, patting his stomach, "it's bulking season, remember? I'm off diet."

"Oh yeah, your state mandated eating disorder," she snorted, turning on her side, "this cannot be good to your heath long term, baby."

"It's not long term, it's the last year," he pouted, finishing a corn dog in three bites. Bella hummed, reaching for a sprinkles covered donut and then she let out a moan.

"These are really good, Luke. Try it-" she teared a piece of her donut, pushing it in his mouth and he laughed, almost biting her fingers.

"Manners!?" Lucas pushed her hand down, then wrinkled his nose, "eh... I don't know, I didn't like it."

She let out an offended scoff, "more for me, I guess," Bella said, grabbing all the sprinkled donuts and piling them near her side, while Lucas continued to eat all the salty food.

He was halfway through a caramelized apple when Bella let out a groan and sprawled on the grass, a hand resting on her stomach, "I'm done."

"That was hardly anything," he rolled his eyes, although he was surprised she had managed to eat all the donuts. Bella groaned, tugging on her jeans shorts.

"Leave me alone," she said, "eat your food, I still wanna go in at least two more rides."

"I had no idea you loved parks so much," Lucas said, balling up the greasy papers of the now empty containers.

"It's like music concerts," she sighed, looking up at the clouds, "minus the super hot bands and the musicians, of course."

He rolled his eyes, "Of course."

"I like the atmosphere," Bella explained, smiling, "I like the contagious energy. Rubs off on me."

"So like an energy vampire," Lucas teased, "that guy from Twilight."

Bella raised an eyebrow, "...How many times did you watch the movies, you dork?"

"I read the books," Lucas shrugged, "when I was thirteen."

"Oh my god," she giggled, covering her face with her hands, "all of them?!"

"All of them," he nodded solemnly, then eyed the last remaining caramelized apple, "okay, no. This one is getting trashed."

Bella raised her head from the grass, frowning, "you're done? So soon?"

"I don't wanna spend the rest of the day feeling gross," Lucas shrugged, getting up with all the litter in his arms, "we have plans for later," he threw her a cocky wink and then walked away to get rid of the trash.

Bella was already sitting up when he came back and she muffled a little burp against her hand as Lucas stood in front of her, "let's go?"

"Here, hydrate," Lucas handed her a bottle of water, grabbing Bell's outstretched hand and pulling her up. He patted her ass, getting rid of the grass that had stuck to the jeans and causing her to roll her eyes in an amused manner.

"You're so very subtle..." Bella looped her arms with his, "let's go on the viking pirate ship? And then the ferris wheel? Where do you wanna go?"

"We can do the viking ship, but I don't know about the rest, baby," Lucas eyed the sky. The sun was just starting to hide behind clouds and the temperature dropping, "it's starting to look like it'll rain."

"We're not gonna melt, Lucas" Bella rolled her eyes, pulling him through the crowd.

"Yeah, but I don't trust these rides to work in the rain, Isabella."

"You are such a worrywart, like it's your job or something," Bella said as they got in line for the ride. It was a short one, Lucas was right and the sky was turning quite dark, most of the parents packing away their little ones to avoid getting rained on.

"No, c'mere," Bella said when he attempted to sit down the minute they were allowed to climb on the big viking boat, "the middle is the most boring part. It's physics, baby," she dragged him to the far back, where the seats were smaller, only fitting three people. Only two with how much space Luke occupied.

"I've never been on this ride," he said, as they lowered the metal bar and checked if it was secure. It pressed against his stomach after such a packed lunch and he moved up, straightening up, "is this even secure for you? You could still fly out," he said, noticing the bar was far from pressing on Bella.

"I have hands, relax," she rolled her eyes, squeezing the metal bar in her hands, "see?"

He didn't like it one bit. Lucas planted his left hand on top of Bella's right one, making sure it was planted to metal and squeezing it too. He heard her let out a huff, but then the ride started.

First the boat swayed gently, forward and back. Then it started to pick up speed and soon the whole ride was doing almost entire loops. Going as far out as it could, then coming back.

Lucas let out a scream as the boat went back, meaning they were going higher and higher, almost upside down. He had never been afraid of heights, but he felt a jolt of terror rush through him. He squeezed the metal harder and moved his arm out, pressing it to Bella's chest when he felt the centrifuge force pull her to the center, ungluing her from the chair... Then the ride dropped back again, his stomach freezing over.

It wasn't even ten minutes, but when it finally stopped Lucas was panting for air, little terrified tears glued to his eyelashes.

"Holy fuck, Bella!" He cried out, sniffling and turning to look at her. Only to frown, "Bella?"

"Lu..." she gulped down, trying to push the metal bar off of her, but to no avail. The operator opened them and then started rattling out instructions.

Lucas cringed as he noticed how pale she was, her golden tan turning grey. Her throat bobbed dangerously, "shh, okay, breathe in, I'm gonna get you out of here-" he grabbed her by both arms, forcing her standing and Bella groaned. She was steady on her feet, but clearly without knowing each way to go.

"Alright, I-" Lucas looked around, panicked. They managed to get out of the ride, but the place was still packed tight and he couldn't find a single trashcan. In his arms, he felt Bella heave and then groan, muffling a sick burp against his chest, "fuck, Bells, let's try to get-"

He didn't finish that sentence, because Bella shoved him by the chest and managed to turn away just in time to cover her combat boots in colorful vomit. Lucas cringed, holding the hair away from her mouth.

"Aww Bell... It's okay, let it up, at least you'll feel better," he said, reaching on her wrist and grabbing a hair tie, tying the curls in a lose knot on the base of her nape.

Bella let out a whimper, the next heave making her bend in half, hands planted on her knees as her stomach got rid of the heavy sugary lunch they had had. Lucas couldn't help but wince, the donuts were doing a number on her with how chunky they were and her heaves were loud and painful.

She straightened up, sniffling. Black tears had ran down her cheek, completely smudging her eyeliner and her whole face was splotchy with the effort, "I'm sorry-" Bella groaned, burping wetly against her hand, "sorry..."

"Don't apologize," he rolled his eyes, pulling her into a hug, "c'mon, let's go to the car..."

He attempted to move, but it was too much too soon, because Bella let out another burp and then her hands dug in his belly as she pushed him apart from her and vomited down her front.

Her gunmetal croptop got covered in rainbow sprinkles puke, the mess sliding down - "Okay, hold on, hold on," Lucas grabbed the hem of the top, folding it up in order to avoid the mess spilling down her naked stomach or into her shorts, "I got you, Bella."

She let out another pitiful whine, another dripple of vomit rushing out, then sighed, "I'm...I'm done."

He sure hoped so, Lucas, thought, noticing how heavy her top was, "don't move, babe," he said, then tugged on the neck hole of her top and carefully got it past her head. He dropped the top on the ground, without a care. That one was done for, there was no saving. Bella shuddered, crossing her arms around herself in a self conscious manner as she stood in the middle of the park in just her black sport bra.

"Lucas-"

"It's okay, here," he stripped his tank top and passed it to her. It was so long it looked like a dress, so he pointed the shorts under the tank top, "might as well open those, give your belly some room."

"Good call," Bella said, her voice raspy, and she undid the buttons of her shorts, wrapping an arm around her sick stomach, "I wanna go home, I really don't feel well, Luke."

"I know... Come on, hop up-" he turned around and although Bella hesitated for a second, it only took one pat to her thigh for her to drape her arms around his shoulders and jump, wrapping her legs around his waist. He held her thighs, settling her correctly so she wouldn't slip from the piggyback ride and felt Bella press her chin to his shoulder and planting a kiss there.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome, Bells," Lucas started to walk back to the car, "was it just motion sickness? And the heavy lunch? Or-"

"Not sure," she pressed herself closer to him, letting out a sigh he could feel too, "I'm just really queasy... Not sure if I ate too much or if the food was bad or whatever."

He winced at the idea of it being good poisoning, "let's hope it's just the first," he squeezed her leg, that was wrapped around his torso, "tell me if I need to put you down, okay?"

"Okay," she said in a tiny voice, then pressed a kiss to his cheek, "I love you."

Lucas smiled, turning his face and planting a kiss on her forehead, "i love you too."

[megan0013]

#25 dialogue prompt with dealer’s choice for the couple?

Dialogue, #25: “Well, it is a seance.” / “Good thing the person I want to see is already here.”

Without a doubt, this year’s Halloween festival is the biggest and best yet. There's more food, more games, more rides than ever before, and it feels like every single inch of the town’s square is packed with something spooky, or sweet, or covered in papier-mâché bats.

The dozens of gnomes and trolls strolling around out in the open really add a little extra oomph to the vibe, too.

Barbara is living for it.

“We should check out Claire’s thing next,” her son suggests, bounding back over to her with with a wide grin on his face and a ridiculously huge bag of kettle corn tucked under his arm. He looks so young in this moment, so carefree and full of wonder. Like a regular seventeen-year-old should, and it warms Barbara’s heart to know he can still find joy in the world after everything he’s been through. “We can stop by Stuart’s food truck on the way.”

Beside her, Walter snorts. “How can you still be hungry after eating all those fried oreos?”

“I’m a growing boy, Strickler.” Jim flashes a cheeky smirk and tears into his bag of kettle corn. “Better get used to it.”

Walter rolls his eyes, yet somehow manages to not slap the popcorn out of the growing boy’s hands even though he really, really wants to. Instead, he grumbles something about grocery bills and the rising cost of pizza rolls and lets a thoroughly entertained Barbara drag him across the festival grounds to, first, buy Jim a few tacos before moving on to the little clearing by Town Hall where Claire has her tent set up.

“Madame Clarita?” Barbara asks, squinting at the poster board displayed above the entrance flap. “Uh, Jim? What kind of booth is Claire running?”

“Tarot cards? And palm reading,” he shrugs, “I think?”

Barbara shoots Walter a look and receives a tired, resigned sigh in response from the changeling as he gestures for her to follow Jim into the tent where, apparently, a few familiar faces have been waiting for them.

“See?” Claire says, smiling smugly at the table’s other three occupants. “I told you they’d be here.”

“Oi,” comes NotEnrique’s obnoxious little voice. He waves a dirty sock in the air. “It don’t count if lover boy texted ya first, sis.”

“He’s not wrong, Claire,” Toby agrees with a click of his tongue as Aaarrrgghh nods vigorously from where he’s sat on the ground.

The witch ignores them and gestures to the empty folding chairs across from her. “Have a seat. We’re just about ready to begin.”

“Begin?” Barbara asks as Walter pulls a chair out for her before helping her scoot in. “What are we beginning?”

“Oh, well,” Claire grins, “it’s a séance.”

Walter fails to hold in a derisive snort as he leans sideways to whisper in Barbara’s ear, “It’s a good thing the person I want to see is already here.”

“What?” She whispers back, eyes sparkling as she watches him sit down next to her. “You think it’s all just bunch of hocus pocus?”

“Yes.”

Jim elbows him in the side at the same time Madame Clarita bellows, “Quiet! It is time to confer with the spirits! Now, please, hold hands.”

For the next five minutes or so, Claire puts on quite a show while Toby snickers and Aaarrrgghh smiles encouragingly and NotEnrique adds what he claims to be is ambience by moaning and groaning like a ‘ghost’ every ten seconds. Barbara enjoys every bit of it. Even with Jim and Walter trying their best to break each other’s fingers the whole time.

And then everything goes wrong…

[ordinaryschmuck]

Here's a unique question: The Team Action members guilty pleasure foods.

I can eat an entire cake. Like, literally an ENTIRE cake. It comes with the metabolism that helps with the super strength. It's not recommended, though, because that can easily turn muscle into fat if you're not careful.

Oreos.

I thought Oreos are your favorite food.

THEY CAN BE BOTH THINGS! I just really like them...

Uh-Huh...Well, for me, it's McDonald's fries. I KNOW there are better fries out there, but I can't help it. I'll scarf those suckers down like it's no one's business.

For me, it's KFC's potato wedges. I can feel arteries clog every time I eat them, but they're SO GOOOOOOOOOOOD!

I will just have a bowl of Skittles sitting by me while I'm working, and they're gone in about...seconds. No self control with those things.

Doughnuts. They're just SOOOO good.

Same answer. Especially with the long johns...