#is that a turkey sandwich can i get double cheese

[limpbikzit]

theyre the same age

[spookypete-94]

Dark Horse- A Mother

Part 2

Reader is a single mother, working double shifts at a restaurant. Father of the child starts to become a problem while reader is at work and Price offers a solution. Slight age gap between reader around 25 and Price around 35.

How ironic it was to be back at home emptying out the lunchbox that had started it all. Feeling petty that you were angry like it had forgotten its own self on the counter. Taking out the sandwich you had made the night prior and throwing it away. Turkey, cheese, and miracle whip. Abel's favorite. Starting all over, your mind trying to find work as a distraction from the entire day’s events. Lunchbox packed and, in the fridge, note on the door so not to forget it in the start of the chain tomorrow. Work finished.

And then the fleeting thought made its way back to you. Engaged. You were engaged. Something you thought would never happen because you have never had time to consider it, let alone dating.

John had passed you his phone number scribbled on a piece of paper. How very old school of him, you thought to yourself accepting it before placing it in your apron pocket mixed in with your tips. It was now back in your fingertips, passing it around to look at it closer. The man had handwriting of a serial killer... Could you be marrying a serial killer?

Shaking your head, riding yourself of such a thought. No, John was not a serial killer.... least not the kind that stalked its prey and killed the next victim- you told yourself, typing what you thought was the phone number into your phone Never really knowing much about him, you could tell he was at least military, but what exactly?

John? the text you sent to the number hoping you had read it right.

Yes? was the single worded answer. Sighing with relief, you were glad it was him, not ready to keep taking the chance of a random stranger.

I could barely read your writing.

Been told it's bad before. And then a time or two after that. He responded back and you can hear the slight chuckle in his voice.

Get the boy in bed? He messaged right after.

Yes, he's sleeping now. Just got his lunch packed.

Good, you should be in bed too. Oh my god, you thought to yourself now worried he was thinking of you in bed. Glancing at the time, after your nightly routine was done you saw the clock on the wall read almost 11:30. He was probably just being practical.

Heading there now, thank you.

For what?

Everything.

Get some sleep, I'll see you tomorrow afternoon.

Yeah, like you were going to sleep after everything that had happened today. Giving it an attempt, you crawl under the covers after starting the washer to try to get a jump start of the home work load. Closing your eyes, making the room dark, you pretended if anything to get sleep.

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"Abel!" You shouted, pulling the clothes out of the dryer you had moved during your insomnia caused by your worry battle. "Time to get a move on." Grabbing a warm towel, you hung it on the hook outside of the shower.

"We're going to be late." You said still trying to usher him. Watching his little hand slip out past the shower curtain, feeling for the warm towel.

"Thanks momma," he said muffled through the towel.

It wasn't shortly after he found you fully clothed with his bookbag and the condemned lunchbox in your hand by the front door. Slipping on his shoes he took the bag, slipping it over his shoulders, standing up shouting he was ready.

Locking the door behind you, he sprinted down to the sidewalk ready for you. Grin beaming almost as bright as the morning sun.

"Will that man come see you again today?" he asked as you walked next to him.

Struggling to find the courage to answer him, you realized he was paying more attention than you had thought. "He is."

"Will he be there when I get there?"

"Probably, and I think we will be seeing more of him overall."

"Why?"

"Well... him and I are going to get married."

"Married!? Like a mom and a dad together?"

"Yes, but he is not your dad. Your dad will always be your dad."

Abel looked down kicking a rock.

"I wish he was better to you, momma." And your heart fractured at the statement. Your hand found his chin, tilting it up so he looks at you.

"I wish he was too," your voice quietly fighting the tears that stung your eyes, "but take it as a lesson Abel. If you ever find love, be sure to treat them better then what you have been shown."

Abel gave a single nod, understanding the weight of your statement. He has always been a kid that is easy to talk to.

Going your separate ways, he gave your middle a squeeze, head buried in your abdomen before saying goodbye. Leaving you alone to finish your walk on your way to work.

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Coffee pots are already brewing, turning on the grill top and fryer for your cook. You were ready to roll.

Morning shift went quick, the restaurant running like a well-oiled machine from your efforts. No phone calls from the school today, further easing your confidence that everything was going to be alright. Abel with his dad like the custody agreement states while you're at work. That feeling of confidence quickly left you though, as Abel's homeroom teacher walked in. Mrs. Karim. Eyes locking with her, you meant her almost at the front door.

"Everything ok?" You asked familiar enough with her to know she wouldn't have been here for nothing.

"Relax," she said with a warm laugh. "Not everything that happens has to be bad." She teased placing a hand on your shoulder making you take a deep breath in. "I came to bring you something," she said handing you a student made project. It was a heart with 2 paper doors that you could open.

"We made these for Mother's Day, and I really wanted you to see what your son wrote."

Each individual line was something Abel had written about you. A scribble that you could decipher with ease, seeing it change and grow as he got older.

I love my mother because:

She makes sure I have food every day.

She makes sure I have a warm towel after every shower.

She walks me to school every morning.

She hugs and tells me she loves me every day.

She tucks me into bed every night.

Instantly the tears are hot on your face and grinning like the Cheshire cat. How much you loved that boy.

"Thank you," you said wiping your tears off with your hand.

"Figured you needed it," she said patting your shoulder again letting on she knew more then what you thought, but not pestering further. "You're a good mom." Making you nod as she left, continuing about her time off.

Turning around, you saw Kate standing leaning against the counter.

"Can we get one day in without you crying?" she teased.

"Fuck off," you chortled. Stepping past her, you saw John sitting at the said counter. He must of snuck in.

"You, ok?" he asked, hands wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee.

"Yeah," you said sliding the heart to him to look at. "Look, his handwriting looks like yours." You teased implying he had the handwriting of an 8-year-old.

Taking it in his hands he opened the doors of the heart, smiling as he read it too. "Maybe you could give me lessons then." Eyes drifting up to yours as your heartbeat faster, rattling your ribs. They look so blue even through his long brown lashes. A simple “ha-ha” left your mouth unable to find anything else back to say to flirt with him.

"Well, hopefully I can give you something else that makes your day," he said sliding a little black box towards you on the counter. You felt almost dirty accepting it, knowing what was on the inside but still did it anyway. Opening it and looking down, before handing it back to John, unsure of where to go from there.

It was a simple pearl on a gold band. "Was my mother's." He said taking it out of the box, hand extended out for yours. Handing him your left hand, you let him slip it on the ring finger. "Figure if this happening, will make it official." Rendered speechless, you searched to find anything to say.

"What was she like?"

"My mother?"

"Yeah."

"A good mother. Lot like you." He said his answer was plain and simple. His thumb stroking over the back of your hand, back and forth over the ring.

It was like you were made of butterflies and birds. The fluttering beneath your skin, in your chest and stomach, rising and lowering. Were you floating right now? Breaking eye contact, you looked down at your feet grounding yourself. Kate is coming up and giving you a light shoulder check.

"Hate to interrupt your love bird’s moment, but the dinner rush is starting."

"Right," you said fingers squeezing John's hand before getting started. Placing an order for his regular, planning to at least feed him for everything he has done, you got to work taking your tables.

As skilled as you were, you had fumbled a few orders. Forgetting things, not filling drinks right away. But the heavy ring on your finger throws off your game. You would stare at it next to the pen and pad as you would take the order. As simple as it was, it was so beautiful. The glimmer catching your eye every now and then as if you were a bird. Something unfamiliar in the familiar. The lack of tips showed for it. Yes, you were floating because you were riding cloud 9.

Streetlights were starting to come on outside, signaling it was now getting close to closing time. Restaurant now empty, John the only "customer" inside. The door jingling open caught your attention as you saw Abel slip in, heading straight for you. Kneeling you hugged him squeezing him tighter than he was you making him laugh.

"What the fuck is that??" Your ex's voice fills your ears covering the laughter. Glancing up you were shocked to see him in your place of work. Generally, he steered clear, letting you at least have home and work to yourself. But after yesterday he apparently wanted to keep whatever his problem was going.

"What are you talking about?" You asked standing up, slipping Abel behind you, and pushing him lightly to the counter. Thankfully Kate was already waiting for him, hands outstretched with fingers waggling to get him away from verbal altercation.

"On your finger." He said pointing before reaching and snatching for your left hand. Pulling it away from him, you cradled it to your chest. The ring pressed as far inwardly as you could get it.

"Hands off her," John said arm in front of you slowly pushing you behind him like you had just done with Abel. Your right hand rested on his waist, letting him know you were still there with him.

"You can't be serious," your ex said over John's shoulder trying to talk to you.

"The way you treat her ends now. You will no longer be speaking to my soon-to-be wife that way. You'll get your time in court." John said taking a step closer, almost chest to chest.

The door jingled again, and you noticed the three that followed John around standing behind your ex. They crowded him, keeping the situation under control, but willing to turn violent if the time came.

"Why don' ya step outside mate, and have a littl' chat with us?" The biggest one wearing all black said, gripping your ex's shoulder and pulling him out the door.

John followed making you call out to him, "John," your voice warned. "He's still the father to my child."

"Not gonna’ hurt him love, just gonna’ lay down some rules," he said pushing the door open with his back, following his other war dogs outside. He rounded the corner out of your sight.

"You have my heart," Abel said pulling his classroom project to him, breaking you out of your thoughts.

"I always got your heart," you said leaning down kissing his head. "Start your homework while I clean and close up," you said roughing up his hair.

"Ugh...." he groaned, but doing as you said opening his bookbag.

After what felt like an eternity, you watched John come back in the other 3 following in behind him and sitting down at the counter.

"Can I feed them at least?" You asked referring to what they had just done.

"You don' feed the strays," he teased looking down the counter at them. "They ain't staying long anyways. Just enough to lock up and me to walk you home."

"You're walking me home?"

" 'Course I am, my ring your wearing wife to be." he bantered back to you making you go red. Using the excuse to have to go back into the kitchen and fill the mop bucket to hide it. Was useless, hearing the others snicker at your embarrassment.

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Hi! I’m the anon the asked about the pregnancy request! I’d love to request one with Ruhn. I feel like he would be an amazing dad!

The reader has been having pregnancy symptoms like morning sickness, cravings, etc. she doesn’t even think she might be pregnant and Ruhn doesn’t consider it either because of what the oracle told him. Either Dec and Flynn or Bryce and Hunt (or whoever you want) bring up that maybe she might be pregnant to Ruhn or her. Their reactions are up to you. I just think after Ruhn thinking he would never have kids it would be great. 😅

Baby?

Ruhn x reader

A/n: He would be so happy to be a dad and I hope he and Lidia can have a kid of their own one day

Warnings: pregnancy, mentions of vomit

Ruhn did a double take as he walked past you. “Hey y/n/n, what ya got there?” He raised an eyebrow at the wild sandwich you were putting together. You look up at him, knife in hand floating above the toasted bread. “A sandwich.” You murmur, a slight blush at being caught.

Your mate hummed taking in all the ingredients you have laid out on the counter. “Cream cheese, turkey, pickles, and Solas, I don’t even want to name everything else.” He joked. You throw a pickle at him, “Let me eat in peace asshole,” you giggle.

Throwing the pickle back at you he makes his way to stand next to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Ok, ok, make your crazy whatever this is.” “Thank you,” you kiss his lips and shoo him away.

The next morning Ruhn wakes up to the sound of you being sick in the bathroom. He flings himself out of bed to be by your side, knowing how much you hate being sick. Pulling your hair back Ruhn lays a tattooed hand gently on your back, rubbing in soothing circles.

When you’re finally done you lean back against him, your eyes closed and trying to calm yourself. Ruhn helps you stand, guiding you over to the sink to rinse out your mouth. “You ok, baby?” You nod, holding your face under the faucet gulping water and spitting it out. Resting your face in your hands you take in deep breathes, “Solas, that was fucking awful. What the hell did I eat?”

Ruhn bit back his laugh thinking back to the monstrosity you made for lunch yesterday. “And don’t bring up my sandwich. It was good.” You say, reading his mind. Ruhn goes back to rubbing soothing circles between your shoulder blades. Kissing the back of your head he murmurs, “Come on you, lets get you back to bed,”

Leaving you with a few slices of toast, ice water, and a forehead kiss Ruhn leaves you to rest.

Hours later Bryce comes in the house to find her mate lazing about with her brother and the rest of the frat pack. Looking around for you Bryce purses her lips curiously. “Where’s y/n?” Hunt rushes over to her, embracing his mate like he hasn’t seen her all day. “She’s in bed, she was sick this morning.” Ruhn said with a small frown.

“Oh, I’ll go check on her.” Bryce gives Hunt one more kiss before untangling herself from his grasp. Bryce raced up the stairs, gently knocking on the door to Ruhn’s bedroom. “Come in,” you grumble, rising up on your elbows. The sight of Bryce’s wine red hair brings a smile to your face. Bryce plops down next to you, “How are you babe?”

You let out an exaggerated groan, burying your face in your pillow. “I feel like shit. I’ve been sick all morning and I am so fucking exhausted.” Bryce narrowed her eyes at you letting out a small hum. You could see the gears turning in Bryce’s clever mind. “Do you…are you pregnant?” Your eyes practically bulge out of your head at the question. Pregnant? But the Oracle…didn’t she tell Ruhn he wouldn’t have kids or something?

“No. There’s no way. Right?” You say quickly. “Let me call Hypaxia. She’ll be able to help.” Bryce quickly whips out her phone to call Hypaxia.

The Witch quickly entered the house, passing the boys without a word, ignoring Ruhn’s questions about you. Entering the bedroom she gives you the brightest smile. Putting her hands over her heart she makes her way over to the bed. “You think you’re pregnant,” Hypaxia coos at you.

“Yeah,” you say with an equally bright smile, pressing your hands against your cheeks. You move to the middle of the bed, Bryce holding your hand while Hypaxia kneels next to you, holding her glowing hands over your exposed tummy.

Full of worry, Ruhn couldn’t just sit here and mindlessly chat with his friends. If Hypaxia were here, and speeding up to you, did that mean you were really sick? It was rare for fae to get really sick. Was Ruhn missing the early signs of a bad illness? Standing abruptly Ruhn quickly made his way upstairs.

Opening the door he found the three of you on the bed, smiling like giddy school girls with tears falling down your and Bryce’s cheeks. So not severely ill then? Ruhn cleared his throat, all three of your heads whipping toward him. Bryce and Hypaxia looked at you, nodding at them they both slip off the bed walking past Ruhn giving him a knowing smile.

You wave him over and Ruhn wastes no time rushing to your side. Ruhn brings his hand to cradle your cheeks. His vibrant blue eyes scanning your face for any signs of sickness. “I know what you’re thinking, I could feel you through the bond. I promise there is nothing to worry about. Well not yet,” you joke. Ruhn title his head in curiosity. Taking one of his hands you rest it on your still exposed tummy.

Sending a wave of love down the bond you smile up at Ruhn. “I’m pregnant, my love.” You whisper. A joyous laugh leaves Ruhn’s lips, silver lining his eyes. “You-you’re really,” he can’t get the words out. The bond overwhelmed with joy coming from both of you. Ruhn pulls you to his chest, holding the back of your head as he burys his face in the crook of your neck.

Pulling away he gently lays you down, now hyper aware of the little life growing inside you. As he stares down at your still flat stomach he places a hand over his mouth. “I’m gunna be a dad. We’re gunna be parents.” You cover his hand that still hasn’t left your stomach, nodding your head against the pillow. “Yeah,” you whisper, still in disbelief.

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Too Much Thinking Is Bad For My Health (Part One)

Warriors was currently staring at his bowl of lovingly made chili with wide eyes. Today had not been a good brain day, not at all. Another of those days where no matter how much he loved the person making the food, or how many times he was told it wasn't going to kill him, he just couldn't bring himself to eat it.

The war had been hard. Too many assassination attempts from poison. It had made him terribly paranoid, and for good reason. Finding hemlock in your dinner wasn't a nice surprise. Funny how that was one of the only things comforting him now, was poison. Both his savior and his condemner.

Warriors had gone searching, bones showing and body shaking, for a way to make his brain quiet about the poisonings. Once the war was over, he hadn't much a need for being so paranoid. But it didn't go away, no matter how much therapy he tried or how many medications he took to make everything stop. So he'd turned to older methods. Seemingly simpler methods.

Mithridatism. The act of self-poisoning yourself in small increments to build immunity. If you're immune, you can't die, simple math. No one told him that it could become his only solace, the only thing he'd turn to. Almost an addiction. How ironic.

Warriors' hands shook, as he cradled his chili bowl. He was getting weird glances at this point, and worried ones from Time and Wind. They knew. They were aware of how messed up his brain was. They weren't aware, however, of the self-poisoning. Warriors looked back down at his bowl and attempted to pick up the spoon. No, nope, no.

He put the spoon back down and reluctantly put the bowl down altogether, pale. He tried to plaster on a smile. "I just don't think I'm very hungry right now, Wild. I'll eat something later." He said to the cook, trying to ignore how his voice shook. He got up and dusted off his pants, heading to his bedroll instead of sitting down by the fire like he usually did. Before he settled down, he pulled out his pack and ran his fingers over the very small vial in the front pocket. Hemlock, the very same thing that had nearly killed him so many times. It brought him both relief and anxiety.

"I'll take second watch, after Sky." He called quietly, and laid down, eyes still open and wide awake. He ignored the whispers, ignored the "I'll just save him something, for when he takes watch.", ignored the "Time, can you make sure he at least eats something, once you swap shifts?".

Everything faded as he attempted, in vain, to doze.

XXX

A handful of hours later, Warriors was gently shaken by a sleepy Sky. " 'S your turn, Captain. There's a good handful of fruits and a sandwich wrapped on a log for you, that Wild made. He figured you'd be hungry later." Warriors got up, pulling his sword to his back.

"Thank you, Sky. Get some sleep."

"You bet I will."

Warriors sat on the log, looking at the fruit. Two apples, an orange. A pear, some durians. He ignored all of them, and unwrapped the sandwich. He had no intention of eating it, just curious as to what it was. Maybe he could toss it out into the woods for Wolfie, if he was around. Could lie and say he ate that instead.

Lying didn't sit right. It was turkey cheese. He wrapped it up again and set it aside, staring out into the dark.

Eventually, even the dark wasn't as comforting as it had been. It was too quiet. Quiet, but Warriors could hear every snap of a twig, every leaf, every rustle, it was too quiet but it was too loud but it was- He scrambled for his pack, hands trembling. He pulled out the vial. Whether he wanted it to or not, it comforted him. He'd take it around this time every night anyway. Consistency. The vial was mostly empty, nearly ready to be replaced with another month's worth. Warriors uncorked it, shuddering as he breathed in the smell of something so deadly, something so ready to kill him yet it was the only thing keeping him alive. He looked around, making sure no one was awake; double, triple checking- then lifted the vial of poison to his lips.

"Hey, you okay?" The voice startled him, and there went the next three days down his throat. Warriors jumped, put down the vial, and looked to his side. Time was standing nearby, dressed in only an undertunic and pale pants. He didn't seem to notice the vial, so Warriors tucked it into his neckline and pretended he hadn't just taken something that could definitely kill him.

"I'm f-fine." Warriors' voice broke. Fuck.

"Clearly not. What's on your mind?"

Warriors twiddled his thumbs and sort of hunched in on himself, trying to push the poison from his mind. If he focused on it he might just go insane.

"The war, as always. I promise, it's just bad memories." Not quite a lie, not quite the truth.

"Anything I can help with?" No.

"No, it's just..."

How do you explain to your little (not so little now) brother that you poisoned yourself every night? You didn't. It was something he refused to do. He wouldn't subject Time to it.

"It's just hard, remembering. I'll be okay." Warriors tried to smile warmly, it came out as more of a grimace. Time sat down next to Warriors and took a hand, watching him with that one eye full of such wisdom, such love. "You will be okay. How about we take this watch together, hm?" He let Warriors lean on his shoulder a little.

"Alright." Just to humor him. Just to show he was fine and he'd be fine.

"I love you, brother. Get some rest if you can, okay?"

"Love you too, Sprite."

XXX

The morning was hell. What the fuck. Where was the sky? Why were people talking so loud? What time was it? His throat, he couldn't breathe, it was so hard, where was the oxygen? Where...

Warriors groaned quietly, and several people jumped.

"Warriors? Are you okay, can you hear me?" Hyrule asked quietly. Warriors barely opened his eyes, then shut them again.

"Hylia, his breathing is barely there. Shit shit shit, Legend, grab a potion, a fairy, something." Hyrule said frantically. Legend was rifling through Wars' pack and pulled free a fairy.

Wind was crying. Who would do this to his brother, who was normally so kind, so sweet, who loved them all and laughed like the father Wind didn't quite remember? Who patched his wounds no matter how small, who sewed his favorite shirt together and held him tight when he couldn't stand the memories? Soothed him to sleep and kissed his hair and spun him around in the sun with a smile? Someone who was so strong and who was there for everyone, no matter how much he was falling apart?

Wind was crying.

Time was frantic. For the first time in a while, he was frantic. None of the Links could have poisoned him, everyone was so clearly upset and everyone loved each other so dearly. No one would poison Warriors, no matter how paranoid he was of it. Who would? Who would do this to the man that took care of Time when he was just tiny little Mask, who joined him in pranks and helped raise him? Who taught him how to read and write and do math and love those around him, when he'd originally hated the world? Who taught him to see the sheer beauty in living?

Time was frantic.

Wild was terrified.

Had it been his food? Was Warriors allergic to anything he'd made? Certainly he'd have said something? Was it him, who'd done this?

Four was at war with themself, a blue voice trying to place blame and a violet voice trying to list out everything and anything about the situation and a red voice sobbing and a green voice trying to quiet them-

Sky was also crying.

Legend was crying, though he'd hide it.

Hyrule was crying.

Twilight was pacing, and- you guessed it- crying.

Warriors was dead.

Then he wasn't; the fairy had brought him back. His breath was barely there, but he was there, he was alive. Hyrule shuddered softly, hands glowing with magic. Legend was still looking around in Warriors' pack, whispering expletives and wiping tears. His hand hit the hidden pocket.

Warriors turned just enough that the vial he'd forgotten about glinted from his bedroll. Hyrule frowned and picked it up.

Legend unzipped the pocket.

Hyrule lifted the vial to try and figure out what the residue was.

Legend took one of the vials out.

Hemlock.

They locked eyes, then looked at their pale brother.

"What the FUCK." Legend snapped, taking out vial after vial of deadly poison; foxglove, hemlock, nightshade, all manners of things. "What the fuck."

"Did he poison himself?" Hyrule asked, voice shaking. Someone called out the word poison, a question, then the worried voices and cries rose.

"Looks like it. Hell, he wouldn't have gone out so slow if he'd taken a full one. Why did he take one in the first place?" Legend cradled all of the poisons in a hand and stashed them away in a small pouch. More sobbing, a thud of knees hitting the ground, gentle shushing.

Time's eyes snapped to Warriors, who was stirring. He went over to him, searching for any sign that he was still being dragged under the poison's influence. He'd be sick and sore for a while after this. Wind hiccupped and heaved for air, wailing. Reminding people he was only fourteen, was still a child, had just seen his brother die. Sky held him tighter, from their spot on the ground.

"Captain? Are you with us?" Time asked gently. Warriors opened fever-bright eyes. His hair was messy, his chest heaved weakly. His body shook and he wheezed.

"Sprite? Th' fuck happened?" He asked, voice rough.

"Poison, Warriors. You have lots of it. There was a vial in your bedroll. Did you... did you take it? You're really sick, now." The 'did you want to leave us' was unspoken, but it was there.

"Shit." Warriors whispered. He closed his eyes again, then opened them. "Yeah, I took it."

"WHY???" "WHAT THE HELL?" "SHIT." "THE FUCK, WARRIORS, ARE YOU INSANE?" "NO." "WARRIORS, WHY?" There were various shouts. Wind's crying increased, and Sky tried to calm him, making Four join them to try and help. Warriors flinched. Legend was the only one who didn't seem quite as phased. Wind fisted his hands in Sky's sailcloth and shook terribly. Sky petted his hair.

"Mithridatism." Warriors said hoarsely. He closed his eyes again. Talking was more of an effort than he'd bargained for. His head was pounding and fuzzy.

Legend filled in. "Mithridatism. It's an old war tactic, I think, that kings and nobles and such would use. Self poisoning in non-lethal amounts to try and build an immunity. Could be seen as a coping mechanism, could be seen as an addiction. Can be both." Legend's voice was quiet and somber.

Warriors kept his eyes closed, nodding mutely.

"Warriors, how long...?" Time asked. Warriors just shook his head. He was so fucking tired. He wanted a nap. Everything ached. "Wait, wait, please. We've got to talk about this. How much did you take? Was it on purpose?"" Time whispered, anxious of the answer.

"Accident. Didn't mean to take that much. Maybe three day's worth." Warriors whispered, before letting his eyes stay closed and his mind fade.

"Watch him, please." Time said to Hyrule. Hyrule only nodded, crouching down to sit near him. He then went to Wind, to take him from Sky. Sky reluctantly let go, and Wind turned to curl up against Time. "Why?" Wind asked, coughing in between sobs.

Time didn't have an answer to give him.

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Guys now I have to make a part two what the fuck it really got away from me holy shit

@rrainydaydreams, @rebornofstars IT'S OUT AND ABOUT AND HOLY SHIT I HAVE TO MAKE A PART TWO RAA

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My pencil on my sketchbook

Normally Miles enjoy a time of peace, being by himself drinking some sort of beverage like soda, water or tea- Heck he loves a good ice coffee. Sometimes he would add a snack and candy to keep his stomach fill while he draws or creative something out of his hands.

His hands are his power, surely it has power because of his Spider-man abilities, but the true magic is his art! His creative mind brings his characters to life.

Miles had the television on and lights for background noise in his home. While fixing himself a snack for tonight; a delicious turkey, ham, cheddar cheese sandwich with lettuce, tomato, and onions. With condiments of mayo, mustard and ketchup. He had a side of one half pickler, and BBQ chips. All with a bag of gummy bears and a cold can of Dr. Pepper. "This looks good." He said to himself with a small smile.

The sight of his perfect snack for tonight had him pump! The eighteen year old had a busy month, there was no time for him to spend these nights alone with all the criminals on the street causing a ruckus, and preparing for his mid-terms. It's his last year, and he needs to have positive scores for his grade. He finally decided to go to school in Columbia University and double major, maybe focus on science class and a couple of art classes to get him started. He does want a good high paying salary, and he enjoys science, as for what type he still needs to think about it.

The best part him and Ganke agreed to try to apply for that school, and Princeton just for fun. If they both get accepted, they can rent an apartment together instead of dorming, and start being roommates. That's if they are able to get, try their first year and get a part time job for their plans for their second year.

Yes, Miles already has his plans set in motion. He knows it's a lot of work to do, but Spider-man always has work to do. Anyway back to him going into his room with his plate of snacks with his right hand and on his left arm holding a bag of gummy bears and his can of soda. He went to turn off the living room television, and dim the light in the kitchen.

Both of his parents are working a late shift, an all nighter and he was left to watch over his baby sister, Billie. He went to her room to find her sleeping in her crib, she suckling on her pacifier, she's already six month old, yet she's so small. His cute little Boo-Boo, Miles loves to watch her sleep sometimes she does this little cute kick like she's fighting someone. She does like to go with him when he's Spider-man, he knows he shouldn't. Still she always love being swing from building to building. He gently rubs her back seeing her kicking stopped. She slept soundly by her brother's gentle touch. Gently placing a warm blanket on her.

Miles let out another small smile with his big doe eyes gleaming at his baby sister. "She's so cute, my little Billie-boo!" He quietly left the room, slowly closing the door without making a sound. He went into his room feeling a bit cold. It's still cold in the city that never sleeps, he went to put on his fuzzy socks on, he wore thick blue plaided pajama pants, and a white t-shirt. He sighs feeling his arms cold, he put on his Uncle Aaron's oversize jacket.

He kept a lot of his uncle's things, all his vinyls, his record player, some of his clothes and old photos of him and his dad's childhood. Sometimes he could smell hints of his Uncle Aaron, a certain scent of old cologne, leather and sometimes a new fresh of Timberlands shoes. Miles let out a sigh about grieving over his uncle still.

Grief is weird... there's times he knows his uncle is gone, and he knows it. Sometimes he slip up, when he get a good grade or draw a cool drawing, he quickly wants to run to his uncle's apartment and show him. Or he'll say, "I gotta tell Uncle Aaron about this!" Then, the realization would hit him like a truck, it hurts to think about. Sometimes he cries about it, sometimes he stays quiet. It's just one of those things about grief.

He sat on his rolling chair swaying side to side as he gets ready with his Me-Time. Grabbing his laptop to play a song on low volume from his Spotify playlist, he had up photos of inspiration, and went on his smart phone to look up other artists on social media to try their style. He likes to challenge himself and see how far his ability can go.

"Hmm this one looks good." He saw an artist working with soft pastels, which reminded him of Steven Universe. He decided to look up a landscape or person to use as references. Of course, he's going to add the Morales' flare. He got up to go on his book shelves to look through his art books, "Where is it?" He found the art book of Steven Universe Art and Origins, and saw he wanted to try the pilot style.

Leaving the page wide open as he set it on the table, he got out his big Mix Media sketchbook. One thing he liked about Rebecca Sugar's work is her drawings of hands, and he wanted to make drawings of Black and brown hands with different poses. "Hmm, gouache or Copics?" He was in the mood to paint, so maybe he'll do quick loose sketches of hands with markers. He had his drawing table slanted in another angle for him to work on hands, he got his art supplies all in order.

He took some gummy bears to eat and got started in drawing hands. Sometimes his tongue is curled out while he focus on drawing fingers. Why are hands so damn hard? He always likes drawing bodies instead of details on feet or hands.

His smartphone buzzed causing his Gizmo to vibrate on his wrist. Looks like one of his friends from another world wants to chat with him. He checked his smartphone to see it's his boyfriend.

Moonflower: Sunflower! You busy today?

Miles placed the rim of his Smartphone on his chin thinking about his answer. Today was his time to draw and enjoy himself, but how should he say it? He didn't realize he kept his boyfriend on read.

Moonflower: Sunflower?

Miles: Sorry bae! Well, i'm sort of busy.

Moonflower: Wat do u mean? 🧐

Miles: My parents are working night shift and I'm watching Billie.

Moonflower: Oh? 😏 So your alone is what I'm reading?

Miles: Bae! I'm serious! My dad didn't like the last time you came by and slept on my bed! 😭

Miles should tell him the truth, but what if Hobie would take it the wrong way?

Moonflower: So? 😆 I'm comin' by, luv.

Miles: Bae, I'm serious. I'm babysitting Billie!

Moonflower: Oh yea? I don't see her on yer lap.

Miles looks up at his window to find Hobie giving a wave. Oh shit, he bites his bottom lip as he got up to open his window to let his boyfriend in. "Hey, bae. I didn't expect you to be here. Were-were you watching me?"

"Once I saw yer text about yer parents not around I got excited to see you." Hobie looks around the room seeing a plate of sandwich and chips and a can of soda. He heard music, saw the room smelling freshly nice and there was a drawing table of Miles' drawings. His dark eyes saw the laptop of a photo of a very chisle black man with only a tight nude boxer posing, "Oi? Who's this bloke?" Hobie got jealous seeing this photo of a muscular male with his arms flexing and his hands together in a weird position.

Miles quickly went over to his laptop being confused, "What?"

"He's bloody naked?"

Normally Hobie never cared about nudes, he believes in freedom in expression. However, ever since he got with Miles, the punker had been known to be the jealous type. His beautiful Sunflower is his, and any other bloke or lass flirts with him, he goes full on scary.

"Hobie, I'm learning how to draw his hands. Look, they are big and strong- very figurative-" Hobie snorted with, "I can see." His eyes on the male model's crotch, there's a huge bulge.

Miles pouted, "Bae!"

"What? I'm sorry, luv- is this why you say you were busy? You were," Hobie's hand mimicking jerking off, "by yer self."

Miles face felt so weird, so embarrassed, "HOBIE!" He shrieks.

"Sunflower, I don't mind if you like to whack your little friend as long as," He grins widely, "It's me."

"Oh god!" Miles know how perverted his boyfriend is when it comes to sex. Not that he doesn't like it, but sometimes he said things out of pocket. "You find out sexting is a thing and I got so many dick pics of you!"

Hobie grins from ear to ear, his arms around his Miles' waist pulling him close, "And you kept them all, eh?"

"You're lucky I had my password on, my mom sometimes checks." Miles gave a cute pout.

"Awe, luv." Hobie leans over to kiss his lips, "Mmm, you taste sweet."

"I was eating gummy bears." His boyfriend said with his arms around Hobie's neck.

His punker stares deep into his eyes, his hand slowly went to grope Miles' rear, "Aye, bae! No, not tonight."

"Awe, why not, luv?" Hobie leans over to kiss his Sunflower's cheek to his neck, "Mm, your sister must be sleeping? 's pass her bed time, init?"

Miles pouted, he wasn't in the mood for it. He wanted to work on his drawings and be in his own little world, "Bae, stop. I wanna... mm," When Hobie's tongue lick his neck almost nibbling to leave hickeys, "Mmmhh."

"Mmm?" Hobie purrs letting the ball piercing on his tongue gently massage into his Sunflower's neck. Sometimes he can be very persuasive, with his hands firmly groping his lover's rear again, "Yer sure?"

Miles places a hand over his punker's mouth, "Nuuuhhh, bae. I'm serious." He cutely stares at him, with those pouty lips.

"Alright, luv." Hobie pulls away to rub his nose feeling an itch. Then he sniff , "So? Why did you say you were busy, luv? It seems like you don't want me around."

Miles pouts hearing his boyfriend sounding a bit hurt. "Hobie, I love having you around, it's just... I'm drawing. I was so busy with Spider-man, school, us! I finally got a chance to draw some stuff I always wanted to."

"Luv, why didn't you say so? I'll be quiet as a mouse, and watch you work." Hobie went over to grab Miles' sandwich to take a bite, "Mmm, delicious, luv."

"Yeah, don't mind if you do, heh." Miles rubs his hand that was his sandwich. Whatever, it's fine, he can make another one. Hobie wants to vibe. So he went back to drawing, and pop a few gummy bears. Then he hears his boyfriend munching on his sandwich.

"Mm, luv. Dis got red onions, nice add." Hobie let the crumbs from the bred land on him and Miles' bed.

Miles turns to look at his bed, "Hobie, your making a mess."

"Don't worry, luv. I'll clean up, go ahead and keep drawing."

Now, don't it twisted. Miles love Hobie, he loves his chaotic nature, his charming wits, and pettiness, but today, he really wanted to be by himself. He had a whole plan to draw and listen to his music.

Now, with his boyfriend in the picture- Well, let's just say he needs attention every thirty minutes. Sometimes the punker has a habit making noises, look around the room, touching things being curious only to get his attention.

Right now, he's chewing loud on purpose. Miles can block it out since he was on the zone, he added the final touches on the hands with contrasting colors to give more of a pop. He happily set this finish work aside, then went to create a character in dynamic space, he always wanted to try the fish eye mirror.

Going on his laptop, he went on his Pinterest page checking his bookmarks and click the model reference section. He likes to be organized like that. Looking through the models, he decided to have an Afro Latino male model leaning against a wall. His body practically nude, his eyes were hazel and skin dark as Umber with hair in long dreads.

"Wow, what a pretty guy!" He mutters to himself forgot that Hobie was in the room with him.

Until, he heard heavy boots shuffling towards him. Hobie resting his chin on the nape of his shoulder, "That's a pretty bloke, alright." He stares at his Sunflower to say, "But I'm better, hmm?"

Miles let out a giggle, "Bae, you know you're my boo. Hmm..."

"What?"

"Just thinking... Maybe I should do this one. He's outfit is so cool." Miles click another model this time a light skin Latino with an oversize jacket and cargo pants. "It's futuristic."

"Mmm, the first one, luv."

"You think?"

"Yeah." Hobie kisses him on the cheek, "Mmm, take a break Sunflower?"

"Hobie," Miles giggles at his nuzzling, "I just started."

"But I'm lonely."

"Bae, please. Give me ten minutes, please?"

"Alright, and I will make sure your ten minutes are up." Hobie saw the way his boyfriend looking frustrated, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Miles forces a smile before going back to his ideas in his sketchbook, he's so quick with loose sketches on body and form. Hobie always admire that ability, he decided to look at the book shelves filled with mangas, comic books, figures, and art books.

"Hmm," Hobie grab a random book being obnoxiously loud with each page turning, he set his Gizmo for ten minutes, "Nine minutes." He playfully hums.

Miles inhale sharply with his lips pressing together, this kind of stuff he didn't like. It felt like he was being timed for a test, he quickly did a sloppy sketch before using his mix media paper to make his final works. "Hmm, the World of Hirohiko Araki."

*FLIP* Miles hears the pages being flip, he felt like his boyfriend is doing this on purpose. The Hobie's dark eyes glance up with a low mutter, "seven minutes, luv."

Nope, he doesn't like this. When he lazily did the basic guidelines of his cityscape, he hears his boyfriend digging through his bookshelves making so much sounds. Then, he softly hums a tune, "Oh luv, how about some good ole' music. I'm thinking Sex Pistol's playlist, hm?" He rudely went to Miles' laptop to change the song, and he decided to look through the web. "Opps, luv... I think I lost your pics."

"Hobie..." Miles frowns to check the image he was using as reference webpage closed, he went to his history to click back to the site. Then, Hobie plays the music a bit loud, "Bae, Billie it sleeping."

"Opp, sorry, luv. Let me lower it." He headbands to the music, "Now, this is some good stuff." His hands moving to the beat of the drum that he ended slapping his lap.

"Bae, how about you finish your sandwich?" Miles asked then arched his eyebrow seeing the sandwich on the plate, "Wait, where is it?" He saw the sandwich on the nightstand. "Bae, ew! No."

"Come on, luv. It's fine. I'll clean it up." Hobie caught Miles' by the waist seeing him heading to the nightstand, "Dance with me."

"Hobie!" Miles sighs being exhausted with this, he pulls away to look at the sandwich, mayo dripping out of his night stand, "Awe, now I have to clean this up. Hobie, this is gross. You don't know if there's dust on this... eck." He grabs his plate to put the half eaten sandwich on it.

Now, he gotta clean up his boyfriend's mess. Going to get his cleaning wipes from his lower draw for when paint gets spilled, now he use it for whatever. He cleans up the nightstand, Hobie only hugs him, "Luv, relax. I said I'll clean it up." He nuzzles against him.

"It's just..." He presses his lips together, "I rather do it now." He pulls away to go back to his seat to start drawing, then Hobie's watch beeps.

"Times up, Sunflower. Come and snuggle with me." Hobie lay on his boyfriend's bed.

"That don't count, bae. I was busy cleaning up your mess." He snorted at that, "Anyway, let me finish my work."

Hobie frowns, "My mess? I told you I would clean it."

"And did you? No, I have to. I had to stop working on my painting and clean up your mess. When you have the plate right here." Miles inhale sharply trying to calm himself down.

"Whoa. Whoa! No need to snap at me, Miles." Hobie sat up, "You could've left it alone. I know, how to clean up. Don't treat me like a sprog, luv."

"Well, sometimes you act like one." Miles mutters lowly going back to his painting.

"What?" Hobie didn't hear him but he knows it was an insult. "What did you say?"

"Nothing." Miles said.

The Punker didn't like this, his Sunflower is upset with him for no reason. Now, he's getting the silent treatment. Oh hell no! He went over to roughly turned the chair his Miles sitting on. This caused Miles' pen to draw across the paper making him gasp out loud.

The sketch is ruined with a huge inky line. "HOBIE! Look what you did!"

"You can always draw another one!"

Miles scowls at him, "No, this was a good sketch! I was in the zone!"

"You're blimey snapping at me! Talk to me, why are you this pissed off." Hobie asked, "This should be more important!"

"More important? Hobie, my work is important too! Ugh, it doesn't matter," He crosses his arms muttering the rest, "You don't care..."

Furrow lines forms on Hobie's eyebrows, his mouth in contempt. He looks hurt, "I don't care? I don't care!" He repeated almost shouting.

This made his boyfriend winced at his boyfriend's outburst. "Hobie, I-" Hobie snaps at him, "No, you stay quiet and I talk, Miles. You been snappy and act like I'm unwanted here. If I didn't care, I wouldn't visited you- Excuse me for bloody giving a damn after we haven't seen each other over three weeks!"

Miles stood quiet with huff. "Well? What you got to say about that, huh? I haven't seen you and thought since you were done with mid-terms, I can see you!" His voice in a stern voice.

Miles said nothing, being frustrated. "Giving me the silent treatment? For nothing? Wow. Just wow." Hobie scowls. "Look, I know when i deserve the silent treatment and this is bollocks!" His shouting was loud enough to wake up Billie.

Then the baby monitor rings with Billie's cries.

"I'm not giving you the silent treatment. I'm finding the right words, before it sounds all wrong! But fine, think like that." He crosses his arms being upset, "I'ma go check on Billie!" He huffs.

Miles cursed himself, he didn't want to get mad at his boyfriend or say rude shit. It's just- why now? When he wanted alone time? There was times when his Hobie went to concerts and miss their date night, so why is this so different?

The teenager went to check on his baby sister being wide awake in tears. "Awe, what's wrong bebé?" He cooed at her, then felt the room cold. "Ohh, it's cold in here." He swore he turned on the heater.

Billie's hands reaches out for her big brother, "WAHHHH!"

"I'm here." Miles quickly pick her up, "Ohh, you're cold, Boo-Boo!" He got the baby wrap to have her close to his warm chest. She snuggles against his warmth still sniffing, "Shh, I'm here." He went to the heater on the wall, he put the temperature high but nothing came out. "Oh shit." He panics with worried, his baby sister was freezing in her room because the heater is broken.

"Let's get you out of here, Boo-boo." He quickly got out of the room, he bites his bottom lips. Was he this selfish? He didn't noticed the heater wasn't on, he did noticed the room cold, but-but-

What if he didn't go to her room? What if she didn't cry? He only went to go to her because she cried, maybe she woke up because she heard him and Hobie arguing. If Hobie wasn't around, maybe- Oh god, he didn't want to think about that.

Tears dripped down his eyes, he ran to his boyfriend, "Hobie! Hobie!" His voice cracks filled with tears.

The punker's anger washed away when he heard panic in his Sunflower's voice. "Luv, what's wrong? Billie is alright?" He quickly went over to find his boyfriend running into his arms.

"The heater! It's-It's broke in her room- she's cold. Freezing! I'm scared. What if- What if-" He cries holding his baby sister, "I was supposed to be watching her! I didn't because-because I thought she would be fine!"

Hobie touches Billie, she cold but not freezing. "Luv, calm down. Calm down. You're frightening her." Billie started to cry again feeling her brother's panic. "Shh, calm down. She's fine. She just needs to be warm. Look lets lay on the bed and snuggle, wrap this quilt. She'll be warm soon."

"But-But- If you didn't come over, she would've froze to death and-and- I'm a horrible brother. I'm a horrible person. I'm a bad boyfriend! I suck," Miles cries out loud, "I'm so sorry, Hobie. I'm sorry. I was being selfish and-and-" Hobie hugs him, "Shh, luv. It's alright. You're not a terrible person. Get that outta yer head. Let's go to the bed."

Miles nodded still sniffing as he comforts his baby sister. Hobie wipes his tears then kiss him, "I love you, no matter what, okay?" Kissing his lips again.

"Mmhhmm," His Sunflower sniffles, "I love you, too." The two lay on the bed together, Billie snuggles against her brother quickly falling asleep. Miles stares down at his baby sister, she's so calm.

Hobie gently touch her forehead, "She's normal temp." The punker had the quilt on them after he removed his heavy boots.

Miles lay on his punker's shoulder, "I'm sorry I was such an ass, baby. I..." He bites his bottom lip.

"You know, you can talk to me about anything, luv." Hobie lift his chine up to stare in his eyes.

"I-" He gave a long exhale then softly said, "Today I was planning on just working on my artwork. I was so excited to finally work on my skills since I haven't been drawing for these few months, because of Spider-man, school... us."

Hobie nodded in silence. "I was happy being in my own little world, but you came and I was surprised. Because I wanted to be alone and draw. Maybe that's why I was such a jerk. I'm so sorry Hobie, I didn't mean to be one. I didn't even think about us not seeing each other for three weeks. I should've known you miss me. I should've known! I'm a horrib-" Hobie places his index finger on his Sunflower's pouty lips, "Shh, I get it. I should've been more considerate. You're not horrible, luv. I know, you had artist block for a while. I got too excited to be with you. It's exhausting being busy all the damn time. I like being alone from time to time." He still looks upset.

Miles moves closer, "Hobie, I love you with all my heart, your mi amor. I know I should be more vocal about this stuff but it's hard for me. I do love having you around. I shouldn't have it got to me. You didn't deserve it."

"Luv, this is not your fault. So what we argued? I know you're sorry and love me." He sighs, "I'm sorry for yelling at you. I just hate the silent treatment."

"Only when you don't deserve it?"

"Now, that's an argument for another time." Hobie let his long arms wraps his beloved's waist, his lips kissing Miles' neck. "Mm, gimme me another kiss then I'll forgive you."

Miles giggles, then kisses him. Hobie being a sneaky fellow, snuck in some tongue. "Mmm, Hobie." Miles gasps.

"I didn't say what type of kiss." He playfully stick his tongue out showing off his tongue piercing.

"Oh yeah," Miles went for another kiss this time he bites down his punker's bottom lip, then slowly pulls it then licks it. "How about that?"

Hobie turns pink, he lowly said in a lustful tone, "Your lucky your sister is here or else I would've pounce on you, luv."

"Hmm, awe, too bad, pookie." Miles' sweater fell off his shoulder, which left his shirt to show a bit of his shoulder, "I probably would've let you."

"Damn, you're a cheeky one, Sunflower." He huffs, "Maybe I shouldn't forgive you."

"Nuuuuh, mi amor! You already said it so too late." Miles rested his head on his boyfriend's chest.

"Cute, luv." Hobie gave him a sincere smile, "You know, I can hold on Billie bloo and you can finish painting."

"Nahh, I'm fine being here with you, my Hobie." Miles said, feeling his sister's warm body on his chest.

"Well, you can bring your little sketchbook and I'll hold her."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, hand her here." Hobie took Billie in his arms, "I like watching you draw, Sunflower."

"Okay!" Miles happily went to get a pencil and small sketchbook, "I've been practicing on hands." He flips through his sketches. The two would snuggle together, while Billie sleep in Hobie's arms. Hobie watches his Sunflower draw hands with expressive movements.

"Beautiful work, luv." Hobie kisses Miles' revealing shoulder, "Always a wonderful artist."

"OH yeah? Are you sure you're not buttering me up so I can sleep you with?" Miles teased.

"Luv, I would never, but tomorrow I'm free and you can come by." He wiggle his eyebrows.

Miles giggles, "Okay, I'll come by." He kisses his boyfriend's feeling those soft lips, "Mmm, my Hobie." He rest his head in his Hobie's chest again feeling happy.

"My Sunflower." Hobie hums with joy.

[mockingbirdshymn]

giving camp camp characters favorite foods

preston: french toast and bagels with cream cheese. he really likes blueberry bagels and blueberry muffins. he's a breakfast food kinda guy

harrison: bannana bread!!!! he really seems like a bananna bread guy. and a hot dog guy too, he definitely loves hot dogs

nerris: pizza. only cheese pizza, though, she doesn't like pepperoni. their dad always orders one during long dnd sessions that take up most of the evening. she likes dominos especially because their dad orders the cookie brownies too when they get dominos

max: smiley french fries. he also likes to press them down in a pile of ketchup to make the ketchup ooze out of their eye and mouth holes like blood. (im hoping that was a universal kid thing and that i wasnt just weird as fuck)

nikki: pb&j uncrustables!! she likes normal pb&js the same, though. she only eats them with either strawberry or blackberry jam

neil: lunchables. despite how hes well aware how unhealthy they are, he likes the fact theyre compact and he can take them anywhere with ease

space kid: his mother's chocolate chip cookies and dinosaur egg oatmeal (the kind where the egg melts over time in the oatmeal to reveal a colored dino inside)

dolph: shaped mac & cheese (ie. dino mac n' cheese, spongebob mac, etc.) he won't eat the normal macaroni (he only uses it for macaroni art)

ered: oreos, specifically the weird oreo flavors or double stuffed, and sonic drive thru

nurf: dinosaur nuggets but only the soggy ones you get at lunch at your shitty school that are soaked in like corn juice or some shit because i dont like nurf

david: sandwiches! lettuce, tomato, turkey, ham, mayo, onion, he has it all. he packs one every day for max to bring to school. max doesnt like them but he pretends to so that david feels happy

gwen: sushi!! she seems like a sushi lover. she probably eats a lot of cups of noodles

cameron campbell: his mother's oatmeal raisin cookies

bonus:

space kid has an uncanny resistance to spice. kids at camp started to feed him spicy stuff but he never seemed to react.

harrison once sobbed as a kid bc he ate deer and got upset because deer are cute and he ate one without knowing it was a deer :(

nikki always gives her leftovers to the pigeons in the city she lives near whenever she eats there. even if she doesnt have any, she makes sure to give some to the city birds. pigeons never forget a face, and they follow nikki whenever shes in the city. shes started bringing crumbs and food in her pockets to scatter behind her whenever they show up.

[xenrotic]

What I think @gatobob ‘s BTD + TPOF characters would order at subway from the opinion of someone who works there

Strade: Probably orders a 12-inch steak and cheese, double meat, extra cheese, on white bread, toasted. No salads (maybe lettuce and onion maybe), BBQ sauce

Ren: Chicken teriyaki 6-inch (maybe 12-inch, half now, half later) with cheddar cheese probably on Italian herbs and cheese. Lightly toasted. Normal salads - lettuce, tomato, cucumber, carrot, onion. Gets the sweet onion sauce with it maybe. Gets a cookie as a treat

Lawrence: Probably wouldn’t order from subway. Easier to get a sandwich from a convenience store, cheaper too

Celia: I can’t imagine she’d go, but maybe gets a 6-inch turkey or veggie delight with cheddar cheese, fresh. All salads probably. I don’t think she’d get any sauce

Derek: Comes in 10 minutes before closing and orders several sandwiches. Makes the orders as complicated as possible. Lots of salad so that he can watch the employee struggle to fold the sandwich. Doesn’t eat them, throws them away

Mason: Doesn’t know what a subway is

[booksandchainmail]

Pale 11.2

“How did you meet these two?” Verona’s mom asked. That put her on the spot.  “Group project.” “What kind of project?” Aaaaa.

big mood Avery, I am continually impressed with how many technically-true statements the other two manage

“Fake pork on a bagel?” Avery scrunched up her nose. “With tons of barbecue sauce and stuff, looks like,” Lucy added. “On a bagel?  I dunno.  Fake meat I’ve tried is maybe half mediocre, squint-and-you-could-interpret-it-as-meat stuff,” Avery said.  “And the other half was real sad.  My siblings looked at the turkey slice stuff and they went from making fun of the vegetarian stuff to feeling sorry for me.  And making fun of me a little, still.”

even leaving aside the fake meat aspect, I am deeply weirded out by the idea of a barbecue pork bagel sandwich. A bagel should have smoked salmon and cream cheese! You can add tomato/red onion/capers if you want, or I guess do something with eggs and/or salad. But not meat! Especially pork, that's just bizarre

“If it’s decent then you could come back and have it again,” Verona’s mom said. “I dunno, I don’t want to ruin a whole meal though.”

this is why I just always order the same thing at a restaurant once I've found something I like

“It’s a generation thing,” Verona said, still talking in a tone like she was laying sage wisdom down from above and having fun at the same time.  Verona was being very Verona and it felt a lot like Avery had felt when she was just getting into the flow of these two, after Miss had introduced them.

I think Verona is feeling very off-balance still, but also the sudden release of being away from her dad, and is being very outwardly herself to work through her emotions

“Lox and cream cheese with double helping of black olive and red onion, please, poppyseed.”

aside from the olives this is respectable

“I’m not into art as a career, though,” Verona said.  “And like, who even thinks about careers at thirteen?” “Me either, with sports,” Avery interjected.

that's probably good, those are two careers that are very hard to actually make a living off of

“It’s an advantage, if you can tackle a new project without feeling like you’re leaving behind the things you really want to do.  I get excited about any new venture, and I think I can sell people on that excitement and make things happen.”

have you considered becoming a startup CEO

“What have you done?” Verona asked them, mock-horrified, even though she looked like she was enjoying herself at the same time. [...] “What have you done?” Verona asked her mom and Lucy’s mom, exaggerated.  “Have you no mercy?”

ok, this is very stressful for Avery and coming at a bad time, but I'm also with Verona that it is very funny

(I am an only child)

“Just the one, I think,” Jasmine said.  “She works for the whole hospital, and doubles as IT, I think.” “That’s not nearly enough,” Connor said.  “One health information specialist?”

pour one out for that poor poor IT/information worker. That's not nearly enough, and you can bet they're being drafted into any project that needs a bit of code or analysis done

also ngl I would read more of the parents talking about healthcare data analysis, I wonder if wildbow has personal experience with it? I have a friend who does basically the job that Connor has, and it's not something people tend to think of when they think either "healthcare work" or "tech work", so it seems oddly specific

Avery focused on that, drew on the connection, and channeled it.  Snowdrop raised a paw, ‘thumb’ extended, then went back to sleep. She adopted the omnivore scavenger’s palate.

oh that's a neat benefit. I was going to say probably not useful for anything major, but actually it would be a live-saver in the Hungry Choir ritual, and I bet there are other practices that require eating something gross

“Avery!” Avery flinched like she’d been slapped in the back of her head. Her dad.

... that is a strong reaction. The lingering head injury, or his reaction to her coming out?

“Here,” he said.  He reached into his pocket and got his wallet.  He pressed a card into her hand.  Then he turned to the cashier.  “My daughter has my card, Connor Kelly.  She has my permission to use it.  That okay?”

this feels like guilt

“I really can’t think of much I need,” Avery said.  “Some shirts, maybe, shorts…” “Two hundred dollars?” Verona repeated. Avery shook her head, looking around.  “While Snowdrop is leveling up in- I don’t even know what to call it.  Intensity of fashion?  I feel like I should do something similar but I don’t know what.”

to echo a fandom desire from early-mid Ward: shopping trip!

time for a butch makeover montage

“This is what she does,” Verona said.  “Hey, while you’re doing that, Ave, buy your basics, I can think of some things to buy for Tashlit.  I have some money too.”

aww

“In ten hours, yeah,” Lucy said.  “And then I got stressed because I knew not sleeping before a day like today which might really matter…” “Yeah.  I get that.” “Made it even harder to sleep because I was stressed.”

that happens to my partner sometimes, it always sucks

“It did suck and it was lonely but I get it.  It’s cool.”

on the one hand Avery's right that Lucy was also going through it and this was understandable, but on the other I'm not thrilled how quickly she goes "This was bad for me but it's fine."

“I like the idea of sticking by one another, it’s just tricky sometimes.  People are… personality-wise I see us all as jagged, weirdly shaped things, and we try to mesh together as best as we can but sometimes…” “Yeah.” “The mesh isn’t perfect and we bounce off one another or something and that doesn’t at all mean I don’t care or I’m not in your corner.”

hedgehog dilemma

Avery shook her head.  “He smacked me in the back of the head near the brain stem and that can give you gnarly headaches that last for a whole month.  But when he said I could have the post-concussion thing, he was saying I could have mental difficutlies or problems for the rest of my life.  And that’s when, you know…  I was spooked.”

fucking christ that's terrifying no wonder you were spooked

“You know that you’re like… cool, right, Ave?” “I don’t, no.”

ouch

“I don’t mean sunglasses and slicked back hair cool, or snowboarder chick cool, or leather jackets type cool, I mean-”

she could be those if she wanted! maybe. actually no, sweet and earnest kind of gets in the way of most of those. but she could still get a leather jacket.

“These are your measurements for cool?  Sunglasses and slicked back hair?  What?” Avery asked, smiling.

... is Lucy's metric for cool just Zed

“Do we have to move on?  Because calling me cool is awkward but defining what you see as cool is fun.  Who’s a cool guy, Lucy?  One cool guy you know.” “I had a point I was getting to.” “First one off the top of your head.  Is it Zed?”

called it!

“What’s the commonality between those guys?  Tymon’s a bit laid back, especially when you put him with a bunch of these practitioners from uptight families, and George is sort of above it all.  Tymon’s from a big drug-spirit summoning family and George partakes…” “Not really the direction I was thinking.” “Very angular faces.  Sharp chins, defined cheekbones…”

lol

“Is this punishment?  For leaving you hanging while I moped?  Are you channeling Snowdrop’s chaotic spirit?”

what goes around comes around! otherverse runs on karma

“Oh, they both have longer hair.  Are you into longer hair?  I can understand that.” “The longer hair is a plus.”

fits with liking indie rock/pop I think? I don't know music. Or guys.

Wallace tended to lighten his hair and wear shirts with wild geometric or fractal patterns, prints, and/or colors.

oh that's neat, I love a good geometric pattern. I am now rooting for Wallace, sorry Tymon

At Tashlit’s instruction, such as it was, Lucy sat on the log by the fire and then rolled up her shirt as much as she could without being indecent

this is a very Avery this to notice and way of phrasing

It was gnarly.

no wait I take it back, this is Avery phrasing

3:00pm. “Of course.  I’ll help,” John said. Verona, Avery, and Lucy held papers, guaranteeing privacy.

oh, so they're doing the rounds of their allies. Tashlit, John... I wonder who else? Probably Alpeana, Crooked Rock might have put them in contact with the ghouls, maybe they'll talk to Guilherme and Toadswallow. I think this will go fine, my concern is that helping the girls arrest Edith is a good way for a secret conspirator to ward off suspicion

John nodded.  He took the little games that Verona had brought and set them aside, bending down briefly to slip them into his bag.  There was also a collection of darts Avery had grabbed on impulse.  No dartboard, that had been too expensive.  Just darts.  She figured John could improvise.  He seemed to like it.

cute that they're bringing gifts, and I do like it as part of this recruitment process. Too small to be a bribe, but a show of friendliness and respect. Reminds me of how ritualized gift-giving worked between allies and vassals in ye olden times

“Sorry,” John said, settling into a sitting position, moving his bag to be closer to his foot.  “If that’s too much.  All I mean is- be prepared for this to not go the way you need it to.  Even if it comes to you getting hurt, cornered, imprisoned, if you have plans or things set in motion, you don’t want to think ‘I should’ve’ in the moment before you have no options.  Be prepared.” “What does-” Lucy paused, swallowing.  “What sort of thing would we need to do to be prepared?”

gods this is sad to have to think of. Write letters for your families, for Zed and their other allies at the school? Put together a will for the various powerful items they have? I don't know if Avery would need to make arrangements for Snowdrop

Jessica had sent a picture of herself and her girlfriend in their house.  It looked small but it was packed with decorations, to the point that some stuff was sitting on the ground around the base of some of the tables next to a futon.  Avery was fond of the stone carvings and she’d asked, and Jessica had sent pictures of some.

good to see they're still in contact :)

“Avery! Sheridan, Kerry, Declan! Dinner!”

it has just now struck me 1) how deeply irish all these kids' names are (except, oddly enough, for Avery) and 2) what a deeply unfortunate name Kerry Kelly is

Kerry K.J. Kelly

oh gods and she has another K-name for a middle name. Poor kid.

Her dad addressed the table.  “This is going to be a brief but very important family discussion.  And I do mean discussion.  We need to talk about something serious.” Avery had already spent the day on high alert, and she didn’t miss the fact that her mom reached over to place a hand over Grumble’s.

well fuck, this is bad timing. With the attention on Grumble, is he moving to a nursing home?

“On the upside, there are ice cream bars for dessert,” her mom said.  “So let’s tough this out.”

so I have some bad news about that

“Rook is trusting us with information.  Our doppleganger and cancer stick are with the candle spirit,” Lucy told her.  “They were out there.”

aw, I was hoping Lis wasn't involved

“I’d do something else, I think.  I think of, I dunno.  A house without a floor.  Ropes and things.” Verona laughed.  “That’d be out there.” “Isn’t it?  Or a loft with enough open space on the second floor where you could have a big hammock or something stretched across, like they do in tiny houses.” “That’s neat.  I can see it.  Path-y.” “Yeah, with doors and windows out to Paths.  Maybe so you can peek through?”

this seems wildly inconvenient, but a neat visual. Might be hard to move around quickly though, which could get annoying for Avery

“My mom was talking about passions and not having any one particular passion for herself.  And that’s cool, but like, how do I decide on a place to call my place of power if I do something like that?  How do you define a space and make it cool if your approach to practice or to the world changes all the time?”

I mean I've only seen a few months of Verona's life, but art, magical knowledge, diagrams, things that are weird and gross and fleshy.

“I know this sounds awful, but… countermeasures for John?” Verona asked.

this sucks, and I don't think either John or Tashlit will be issues, but considering how worried I am about the real culprit remaining hidden through this conflict, or even aiding the girls, I'm glad that they have countermeasures prepared for everyone

The blackness behind her deepened.  The Sable Prince stepped out of the darkness behind her.  Trees rustled and leaves went still, branches creaking and bowing.

oh hello!

Avery could see Edith’s face, and she saw the moment that she recognized that the Sable Prince was there. All fight dropped away.  She let Matthew hold her shoulder. Surrender, just like that.  Which didn’t mean this was over.

... huh. Easier than I thought! Though of course the real challenge will be getting information from her

[boyswanna-be-her]

If anyone else is finding themselves hungry as hell, cash poor, with no time/ability to cook for themselves, I have found some basic acceptable American fast food that is cheap!

Dominoes will sell you a large pizza for $6.99 right now if you order online and pick it up yourself. It’s honestly a HUGE amount of food. (Pretty sure you can also get like gross wings or a gross salad if you want it for the same price but cmon don’t get those from Dominoes). They also have reasonably priced 2 liters of soda (tho the water is overpriced), if you, like me, love torturing your body with diet soda and tempting the kidneystone gods with your hubris.

A Wendy’s junior bacon cheeseburger is a whole lotta fat and protein for $3.69. Even with my sensory issues lately this has been a good option. Don’t waste any money on drinks here, they are insane.

Panera is running a thing right now where you can subscribe to their unlimited drinks “sip club” and it’s free through the end of the year. It’s normally $11.99/month but I tried it out and you put a payment method on file but they charge you $0 presently (and you can cancel it). VERY wonderful if you walk/drive by a Panera every day. Every two hours you can get a free coffee, hot tea, iced tea, soda, or SPARKLING WATER (that they have sparkling water on tap is truly a revelation for me, they have no idea how much seltzer i can consume if given the chance). Of course the catch is that you have to be ok with getting a drink AND NOTHING ELSE sometimes or you’ll just get sucked in.

They also have more bev options included than most places do entirely, with several flavored iced teas and a whole menu of, inexplicably, caffeinated lemonade. Their bagels are also pretty cheap (99¢ or $1.69 depending on flavor), esp if you don’t buy the individual-serving cream cheeses which are both wasteful and cost as much as or more than the bagel to begin with. Oh and they’ll sell you a turkey sandwich for $5 which is sometimes a relief from the junkier stuff. (their kids menu is cheap and just order ahead and skip your shame)

Taco Bell still sells protein-dense sides like pintos and cheese & bean burritos that are affordable ($1.99 & $1.69, respectively). They’re not much to look at but you really can’t go wrong with refried beans, cheese, and sauce.

I burned myself out on value menu chicken nuggets and cheap double hamburgers at McDonalds but they’re always an option. They have a good value menu and usually are running a promotion with $1 drinks.

Idk if anyone else is in my weird food situation rn, but I drive or walk past these places almost every day that I’m working—sometimes several locations—and having some reliable options is helping me not skip meals out of frustration. I’m honestly over feeling any sort of guilt that I eat like a picky child. I promise I also eat plenty of nutritious food (not gonna lie, I eat a lot of dinner with my parents at home, but they’re great cooks, they make healthy stuff, and they send me off with leftovers). But when it comes to packing myself a lunch, my ISSUES have been getting in the way.

[wildflower-playground]

hiii bee 🐝 🐝🐝🐝🐝 i hopppe you’re doing well todayyy <3 i love your blogs, they’re vvvvvv calming 💛💛 i’ve been having big emotions today but i got a double choco shake from cookout n free fries from mcdonald’s!!! what have uu ate today ?

hello there!! i’m so glad my blogs are calming to you, thank you ☺️ big emotions can use up lots of energy so i’m glad you had some yummy stuff to eat, i’m sending you a hug if you’d like one too! 🫂

i had a bagel with cream cheese earlier for breakfast, and now it’s actually past time for me to go get myself some lunch! thanks for the reminder hehe :] i’ve got stuff in the fridge for a turkey and avocado sandwich so that’s what i’m gonna go make! i hope your day is going well despite the big emotions honey, thank you for the ask! 💛

[motherofdragonflies]

A Very Prompty Christmas Day 26: Leftovers

“Jesus Christ,” Dean stared in horror at the mass of Tupperware containers and plastic-wrapped bowls stacked in the fridge, unable to comprehend the mass of food before him.

“How are there so many leftovers?” he asked aloud.

Christmas lunch had been, for want of a better word, epic. The sturdy library tables—pushed end to end and lined with bedsheets from the Bunker’s linen closet—had looked close to collapsing under the sheer weight of food that a fiercely determined group of hunters had managed to coax out of the Bunker’s kitchen. Several hams, a large turkey and a mouthwatering prime rib, four different types of potato, two green bean casseroles, a platter of roasted vegetables, bread rolls, gravy, and cranberry sauce: Dean had never seen so much food in one place, and a part of him wished that he could bundle some of it up and send it back in time to the young boy who had handed over the last of everything—the last bowl of cereal, the last can of soup—to his little brother, even when his stomach was threatening to swallow itself from hunger.

Dean had loaded up his plate with a little bit of everything and made sure that Cas—sitting next to him—tried at least a mouthful of each dish, laughing at the delighted look on Cas’ face when he discovered sweet potato casserole and the way he screwed up his face at one of the green bean casseroles (the first one; the second one had bacon in it, and had changed Dean’s opinion of green bean casserole forever). At the end of the meal Dean had had to surreptitiously pop the top button of his jeans, his stomach too full of food to be comfortably contained within the denim, and judging by the looks of satisfaction and slight regret and the way everyone was lounging back in their chairs, Dean wasn’t the only one.

Somehow, despite everyone eating their body weight in food, the fridge was still full of leftovers.

With a sigh, Dean rummaged through the containers (and who knew that the Men of Letters even had Tupperware) and found one filled with slices of ham. He’d been looking for eggs, but even Dean knew that when it came to leftovers, it was important to try and eat them as quickly as possible. A bit more digging and he found a tub of leftover bechamel sauce, a block of cheese and a jar of mustard his decision was made: not eggs, but Croque monsieurs.

He was just lowering the sandwiches into a hot pan with melted butter when Cas entered the kitchen and came to stand behind Dean, leaning against the counter.

“Claire and Kaia get off okay?” Dean asked over his shoulder, and the screwed up his face at his phrasing. Thankfully Cas either didn’t understand the double entendre or chose to ignore it, and nodded.

“I wish they had waited until the weather cleared,” he said. “But Claire promised to drive safely and text when they reached Jody’s.” Dean turned his head to look and, sure enough, the burner phone that Dean had given to Cas was in his hand, and Cas was staring at it intently.

“Hey,” Dean chided. “Stop that. They’re not even out of Kansas yet.” He held out his hand. “Pass me the cheese, wouldja?”

He didn’t look to see if Cas was going to comply, just wanted, hand outstretched, and sure enough he felt the cool weight of a block of cheese being placed in his palm.

“Thanks,” he said, grabbing the grater and adding cheese to the top of the sandwiches before grabbing the pan and sliding them into the oven. He quickly cleaned the station, moving around the unmoving Cas, grinning when he brushed his body teasingly against Cas’ while reaching around him to wipe down the counter, dancing out of reach when Cas reached for him.

The sandwiches ready, Dean nudged Cas in the direction of the coffee machine while he plated the sandwiches and carried them over to the table. Cas joined him with two mugs of sweet, creamy coffee, and for a few minutes they ate in companionable silence.

Cas put down his coffee and turned his head to the side. “You put the calendar away?” he asked, and Dean looked to see that the advent calendar was missing from its spot at the end of the table.

“Huh. No,” Dean answered. “Musta been Sam. Wonder where he put it.”

Cas nodded, accepting that answer, and held up his sandwich. “This is very good,” he remarked. “Thank you, Dean.”

Dean nodded, pleased. “You’re welcome,” he said, hooking a foot around Cas’ ankle and rubbing his heel along Cas’ calf, watching as Cas’ eyes lost focus for a moment and a pink flush spread across his cheeks.

The clatter of feet in the hall had him yanking his foot back and studying his sandwich intently, nodding in greeting at the hunters who entered the kitchen and made a beeline for the fridge. He looked up at caught Cas’ eye, making an apologetic face and internally breathing a sigh of relief when Cas nodded in acceptance of his silent apology. Dean wasn’t hiding him and Cas, wasn’t ashamed of it, but it was so damn new and old habits died hard. As the hunters—Dean thought it was Victoria and…Brad, maybe?— chattered behind them, Dean reached his foot back out, tangling his ankle with Cas’ and returning Cas’ pleased smile.

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“Hey, Dean, where’d you put the calendar?”

Dean looked up from his plate—turkey sandwiches, this time, slathered with cranberry sauce and slices of brie that someone had tried to hide in the side of the fridge, but Dean had found them, and finders eaters—to see Sam fall into one of the wooden chairs next to him in the library.

“Me? I didn’t touch it, I thought you took it?”

Sam shook his head slowly. “Not me.”

Dean frowned. “Did Jack?”

Sam shook his head again. “I asked him, and he said the last time he’d seen it was Christmas Eve.”

Dean thought back. He hadn’t spent a lot of time in the kitchen yesterday—far too much going on—but he couldn’t remember if the calendar had still been on the table or not. It only had twenty-four doors, so there was nothing to open yesterday, which was why Dean hadn’t paid it any attention, but still.

“Calendars don’t just get up and walk away,” Dean said. “Somebody must’ve moved it during the prep for  Christmas lunch. It’ll turn up.”

But, despite asking everyone, and even sending Claire a text asking if she or Kaia had seen it (and squinting in confusion at the mass of emojis that filled his screen in response), the calendar didn’t turn up.

It was as if it had just disappeared.

Like magic.

Later that night, as Dean absently spooned the last piece of pecan pie into his mouth (and vowed to work out who had made the pie and marry them, Cas would understand) he stared at the empty spot where the calendar had sat, and wondered.

Was it so difficult to accept that a calendar that had come from a mysterious antique store that, as far as Dean had been able to find, didn’t exist, that had doors that opened all by themselves, and that seemed to predict (or direct) Dean’s life for the past three weeks would disappear from Dean’s life as magically as it had arrived? Considering everything that Dean had seen throughout his hunting career, was it so hard to believe that someone had wanted to help Dean and had used the calendar to slowly guide him in the right direction, one day at a time?

And what was the right direction? Was it just a coincidence that the calendar had disappeared the day after Dean had finally found his courage and used his words and told Cas how he felt? Was it just by chance that Dean had told Cas that he loved him on Christmas Day? Or was it fate, the outcome predetermined by a magical wooden box?

A part of Dean should have been outraged that, once again, some higher power had been writing his story for him, that despite defeating Chuck Dean’s life was not his own. But maybe because, for once, he’d been handed a ‘and they all lived happily ever after’ ending, or at the very least, the potential for happily ever after, assuming Dean didn’t fuck it up, Dean couldn’t bring himself to be mad. For once, the universe had done something nice for Dean, and Dean was not prepared to look a gift horse—calendar—in the mouth.

So, yes, Dean decided, chasing the last of the caramel from the plate. He was willing to accept that the calendar was magic and that, its job done, it has disappeared into thin air, going back to wherever magical advent calendars went when it wasn’t Christmas, preparing to appear again next year to whichever poor schmuck needed its help.

Dean got up and rinsed his plate and fork, leaving them in the drying rack for the morning, and headed for the door. Before he turned off the lights, Dean turned and looked at the spot that the calendar had occupied for the past twenty-four days and then looked up, his eyes searching the ceiling, the sky, the universe beyond.

“Uh, thanks, I guess,” he said, feeling as stupid as he did when he prayed, but at least when he prayed he knew that there was someone—Cas, Chuck, the angelic Host—who could hear him. This time, Dean had no idea who was out there, or if anyone was listening. “I appreciate it. Really.”

Dean waited, wondering if the universe would send a sign that it had heard him, that it accepted Dean’s thanks, but when the kitchen remained still and silent, Dean flipped the light switch, plunging the kitchen into darkness, and headed down the hall to his room, where Cas was waiting for him. ~

The story continues! Come back tomorrow for Day 27: Candles!I

Day One: Advent Calendar

Day Two: Tinsel

Day Three: Ribbon

Day Four: Shopping

Day Five: Ugly Sweater

Day Six: Candy Canes

Day Seven: Christmas Spirit

Day Eight: Mistletoe

Day Nine: Gingerbread

Day Ten: Eggnog

Day Eleven: Naughty or Nice

Day Twelve: Snow

Day Thirteen: Sleigh Ride

Day Fourteen: Tree Farm

Day Fifteen: Decorations

Day Sixteen: Angels

Day Seventeen: Lights

Day Eighteen: Christmas Miracle

Day Nineteen: Kris Kringle (Part One)

Day Nineteen: Kris Kringle (Part Two)

Day Twenty: Party

Day Twenty-One: Baking

Day Twenty-Two: Carols

Day Twenty-Three: Santa Claus

Day Twenty-Four: Christmas Eve

Day Twenty-Five: Christmas Morning (Part One)

Day Twenty-Five: Christmas Morning (Part Two)

[st-peculiar]

By popular (one person’s) demand, I present to you by slightly biased takes on the SI-5’s Subway sandwich orders.

Maxwell: constantly tries new things. All are relatively normal combinations, and if there’s ever a new sandwich, she’ll get it just to see how it is. However, her favorite one that she keeps coming back to is wheat bread, ham, provolone, toasted, spinach, red onions, banana peppers, olive oil, and the sweet onion sauce. She got it once during her college days late at night after a long study session in the library, never tasted any sandwich more better than that. Enjoys the raspberry cheesecake cookie immensely.

Jacobi: sticks to the same two sandwich rotation. The first is the turkey bacon avocado on white bread, toasted, lettuce, tomato, sometimes red onion, ranch. The second is the Philly cheese steak, double meat, dry. I have no reasoning behind these choices. His cookie of choice is either classic chocolate chip or white chocolate macadamia.

Kepler: multigrain bread, roast beef, American cheese, toasted, lettuce, mayo. That’s been his favorite for years and doesn’t think about changing his order. Reasons? Projection. I fucking love that sandwich. He is, however, quite alright with a ham sandwich. Oatmeal and raisin or double chocolate cookie but would never admit to loving the double chocolate wholeheartedly.

If people want more I suppose I can do both Hephaestus crews (Lovelace’s mission and Minkowski’s mission).

None of them fuck with the flatbread by the way

SI-5 crew as a conversation over the dinner table with me and my parents:

*talking about a coworkers birthday, bald with a mustache (very important to the convo)*

Jacobi: Yeah, I hope he likes the Victoria’s Secret-

Maxwell: Oh sweet, we’re just buying him the lingerie?

Kepler, stopping mid-chew to stare at the wall:

Maxwell: Make sure to get the right size, too.

Jacobi: ‘Course. Might not fill it out right though…

Maxwell, leaning over to face Kepler: ‘Cause he has no boobs.

Kepler, defeatingly setting down his sandwich: Stop.

Jacobi: His partner won’t notice, I think. The mustache draws the eyes.

Kepler: At the table? Really?

Maxwell: What? We’re just talking. And I think it’d be the shine on his head. Very globular.

Kepler: Stop the mustache talk.

Jacobi: Okay. We’ll talk about boobs then.

Maxwell: Or moobs.

Kepler: I hate you both.

M & J: Yeah, we know.

[grox]

what are your sandwich reccomendations or hot tips - i know youve likely gotten this before but im very curious to hear

This will double as both, this is what I make for myself on my break, and this is what I learned through my own experimentation

Don't do this if there's a SINGLE other person in the line or if the employee looks tired, but if you like swiss cheese, ask if they can dig for a big slice, some swiss slices are huge for some reason.

Before the meat, ask them to put the swiss on the top side and drizzle w oil. Then, put tomato slices on the bottom side, drizzle oil, vinegar, and salt the tomatos. You can even get some oregano on there too. Put it in the oven.

This will fry the cheese and bake the tomatos slightly

Take it out, add your meat to the cheese side. I only eat turkey sanwiches so I'm not sure if the extra timing for a steak would burn the bread or not, but feel free to get steak if you want. Re-oil/vinegar the tomatos. Put it back in the oven

When it comes out, You will have delicious acidic baked tomatos and dry crispy bread. The cheese will have fried onto the meat and into the bread.

Get your spinach on it or whatever the fuck

EAT IT AS SOON AS YOU CAN BEFORE IT TURNS INTO WATER upon taking the first bite the tomatos will pee and leak everywhere so you need to fucking onethroat it in 3 seconds immediately

[lovemesomesurveys]

What's your favourite type of bird? I don’t have one.  How many friends do you have on Facebook? A little over 100.  What was on the last sandwich you ate? It was just a turkey and cheese with mayo that I had while in the hospital when I was still able to eat.  What sort of music did you listen to when you were in high school? I listened to a variety except for my sophomore year during my emo phase when I only listened to that kind of music.  Do you prefer gold or silver jewellery? I like both. 

Have you ever gotten back together with an ex? Yes.  How far away is the closest store to your house and what is it? There’s a grocery store not even a 5 minute drive away.  What is your favourite Thai dish? I’ve never had Thai food.  How many contacts do you have in your phone? *shrug* Not a lot.  When was the last time you made out with somebody? Almost a decade ago.   What month of the year was your mother born? Her birthday is this month.  Do you have any friends that seem to know all the hot gossip? -- Are there any candles in your bedroom, and what scent are they? No. What tv show(s) have you been watching currently? Daredevil, She-Hulk: Attorney at Law, American Horror Stories, Surface, and Bad Sisters.  When was the last time you went to a birthday party? It’s been like 5 years. How many apps do you have on your phone? I don’t know, but quite a few.  What pet names do you use with your significant other? -- Do you have to wear a name badge where you work? -- Do you have a dress code or have to wear a uniform where you work? -- What brand is your toaster, if you have one? I’m not sure what brand it is.  Are there any movies you've seen so many times? There’s several movies I’ve seen many times.  What was the last thing you purchased with cash? Hm. I don’t remember.  Can you hear anything right now? The ASMR video I’m watching.  Is there anybody else in the room you're currently in? No. What's the name of the store you usually get your groceries? Walmart.  Does your house have a porch/balcony? No. What's your usual order when you go to a coffee shop? Depends what I’m in the mood for and what the coffee shop offers. I might try something different that they offer, or my usual go-tos such as a regular coffee with cream and sugar, a caramel macchiato, a white chocolate mocha, or perhaps a frappe.  Have you ever seen a theatre show? Yeah.  What was the last movie you saw and who did you watch it with? I think it was The Gray Man on Netflix with my mom. There’s a few movies I’d like to watch that I haven’t gotten around to, yet.  What is your mother's first name? I don’t think she wants me sharing that.  Do you like to dance? I don’t dance.  How would you describe your sense of humour? Like, corny/punny/cheesy/dad joke type of humor, ha.  What's your favourite type of bread? Sourdough.  Do you receive catalogues and brochures in your mailbox? Yeah.  What colour is the sky right now? It’s still dark, it’s only 6 in the morning.  Do you share a middle name with any of your siblings? No. Have there ever been any bushfires/wildfires in your area? Yes. In my city and nearby cities, but also my state in general suffers from various wildfires every summer.  Have you ever taken a ride in an ambulance? Yes. Most recently was a couple weeks ago when it brought me home from the hospital.  How would you label your sexual orientation? Straight.  When was the last time you took a nap during the day? Yesterday.  What did you have to eat for dinner last night? Still only having feeding tube formula. I haven’t been able to take that damn swallow test yet to determine if and what I can eat. :(  Have you ever been a member in a band? No. Are you double-jointed? My thumbs are.  What was the last thing you had to drink? Apple juice.  Do you currently have any bruises on your body? Yes.  Who was the last message you received from and what did they say? It was a text from my Nana asking how I was doing.  What colour are your eyes? Brown.   Do you consider your goals easily achievable or are they pretty grand? I’m just focusing on trying to get better or at least to a point where things are more manageable. I just want to feel better and be able to do some things again. And be able to eat again, damnit. These goals won’t be easily achievable, but I hope possible...  What's your favourite kind of accent? British and some southern accents.  What time does the sun go down where you live at this time of the year? Like around 8ish.  Do you prefer beer, wine or spirits? None.  When was the last time you ate Mexican food? Back in early May.  Have you ever watched yourself on video? Yeah. What time did you wake up today? 5AM. I’m going to try and go back to sleep after this.  What time will you go to sleep tonight? *shrug* Do you have separate emails for personal and business? I don’t have a need for a business email.  Are you the eldest, youngest or a middle child? I’m the middle kid.  What's your favourite vegetable? Spinach, potatoes, green onion, broccoli.  What colours are you wearing today? Black and blue.  Do you have a subscription to any streaming services like Netflix? Yeah, several of them.  Would you rather eat Italian or Indian food? Italian.  Are you sitting, standing or lying down right now? I’m lying down.  Have you ever missed a flight? No. Are you someone who always needs a coffee before you can function? I always had my coffee, but I’ve had to go without for 3 months, which really sucked. I can have it now, though, which is nice.  Do your neighbours have any pets? Have you ever met them? They do, but no I haven’t met them.  When was the last time you washed your hair? A few days ago.  What colour is your bedroom door? White.  Have you ever seen a lunar eclipse? No. Do you know your significant other's passwords? -- What was the last thing you said aloud? ”See ya in a few.” Do you know anyone who writes huge essays when they message you? No. What's your favourite type of salad? I just like to add hard boiled eggs, cheese, and croutons. 

[blanc-et-n0ir]

Pranks (Solomon and MC)

“Lucifer let out a sigh as he went to enter his room, it’s time for him to start on his paperwork. When he opened the door and walked in, his face met a clear film of plastic and he flinched in shock. He scowled and ripped the clear film off the door frame, he’s going to ignore that for now.

“I don’t have the energy to think about this.” Lucifer growled.

Then, he walked to his desk. His foot bumped against his couch and he frowned. Something about his room felt odd. He shook his head and sat down, almost missing the chair by an inch. He growled and picked his quill to start on the paperwork.

That was when his eyes met the words on the paper and he almost screamed. They were adoption papers for Satan. His eye twitched as he crumpled the paper and threw it aside, he’ll deal with that later. He picked up another piece of paper which immediately was crumpled and thrown aside. He shuffled through his many papers and found every single one of them of the same content, with a few papers about his and Diavolo’s divorce and some works of fiction about him and Diavolo. 

“Who-”

He let his hand drag down his face, there could only be one culprit. Satan. The blonde merely wished for Lucifer to suffer on that day. He walked out the room, once again almost tripping over his couch.

//===\\

Mammon trudged up to his room, his eyes exhausted during the day at RAD. All he wanted to do was curl in his room, scrolling through Devilgram and not think about anything. He opened the door to his room and was met with a clear barrier. He let out a confused whine and walked backwards. He glared at the clear film and ran into his room. He tumbled inside, the clear film wrapping around him as he lay on the floor groaning.

“What in the hell was that?”

He stood up, rubbing his forehead as he threw the clear plastic to the side. He let out a loud whine as he pulled himself on his bed, almost missing it by a few centimetres. He cursed and fished for his phone in his pocket. He noticed that MC had posted a photo and got giddy. He wasn’t able to see the human the whole day which was weird but he pushed that aside for now.

“Wonder what MC posted...” He muttered as he pulled up the photo.

His brain practically bluescreened as he stared at the photo. It was MC alright. She had bed hair and was smiling lucidly at the camera. But in the background, Solomon also had the same bed hair and he was shirtless. He was shirtless and on the same bed as MC. SoloMON WAS SHIRTLESS AND ON THE SAME BED AS MC.

“WHAAATTT!” He screeched, standing up in lightning speed. He threw open his door and almsot bumped into Lucifer on the way, “MC, WHAT HAVE YA BEEN DOING WITH SOLOMON?”

//===\\

Levi was giddy as he almost tripped over himself trying to get into his room. The school day was finally over and he can watch that new DVD he got from Akuzon. He threw open the door and burst through the clear plastic. He paused and tried to get it off him.

“What the- what’s this!?” He shook his head and successfully untangled himself from the plastic and turned his attention to the new DVD. 

He got the case and pulled the CD out. He inserted it into his DVD player and turned on his television. He grinned, giddy as he waited for the screen to fully turn on. It was a new anime that had just come out and everyone was giving it good reviews so he wanted to try it out. Then, he caught sight of what the screen displayed instead.

“Wha-wha-whAT IS THIS?? THIS ISN’T MY ‘NEXT LIFE AS A VILLAINESS: ALL ROUTES LEAD TO DOOM’.” He paused before his eyes flashed, “MAMMOONNN! DID YOU STEAL MY NEW DVD!”

He ran out his door, eyes darkening in anger. he was already in his demon form when he caught sight of Mammon walking down the stairs. He growled ad chased after him, ignoring the loud screech from Asmo’s room. He almost got barelled into by Satan but he dodged. He’ll get that money grubbing, object stealing scum brother of his.

HOW DARE HE THINK OF SWITCHING HIS NEWWEST ANIME WITH SOMETHING AS WESTERN AND NORMIE AS TWILIGHT? NOT EVEN THE HUMANS LIKED THAT STUPID MOVIE.

//===\\

Satan let out a sigh as he rubbed his forehead, he can’t wait to curl up in his room and read a good book. He trudged up to his room, ignoring Mammon’s surprised shout from down the hall and opened his door. He walked in and was stopped by white clear plastic, almost falling over. His eye twitched and he swiped the plastics out of his way, stomping into his room.

“Who would put that there...”

He shook his head and picked up a book. He let himself fall against his armchair and opened the book. He cleared his head a bit before he read the first sentence. Everything was normal until he reached the middle paragraph. His eye twitched as it mentioned Lucifer and Diavolo. He closed the book and looked at the cover.

“It... doesn’t match.” He narrowed his eyes. “I could’ve sworn...”

He picked up another book and when he opened it, it showed memes. His eye twitched and he threw the book away from him. He picked another one up, opening it. This time it had a picture of Mammon singing in the shower. He slammed the book closed and growled. His temper was getting worse and he transformed into his demon form. The last book he opened had showed a crude drawing of his as a baby with Lucifer carrying him.

He screamed and threw the book away, ignoring the crash of the window it sailed out, “WHO TOUCHED MY BOOKS?” 

He let out a low growled and slammed open his door, first it was the stupid plastic and now this. He didn’t want any of this. He wanted a good book, a little rest and maybe a good cup of tea. He stormed down the stairs, almost knocking into Levi.

It was definitely Mammon, the idiot.

//===\\

Asmo had made a beeline for his room. The whole day had taken a lot out of him and he felt icky. He had planned to take a long and relaxing bath in his tub and use one of his scented oils. He hummed as he walked to his room and opened the door. He was impaired when he hit a clear plastic that blocked his path into his room. He made a double take and squinted, noticing the clear plastic. He scoffed and easily took it down, taking away all the excess plastic from the door frame to avoid any trash to clutter his beautiful room. He passed a trash can and dumped all the plastic inside.

He slowly stripped, enjoying the cool air and made his way to his bathroom. He smiled widely as his bathtub entered his field of vision. He picked a good scented oil to have and placed a few drips on the pristine clear water.

He slowly let himself sink into the water before he felt an unfamiliar texture. His eye twitched and he opened them to see the supposedly clear water had turned to yellow mush. He screeched and tripped on his way out the bathtub. He couldn’t believe what he had stumbled into. The yellow mush, clearly melted cheese, felt awful on his smooth skin.

“WHO FILLED MY BATHTUB WITH CHEESE?!”

He had unknowingly turned into his demon form as he stomped out of his bedroom, body still covered in cheese. He stomped past Lucifer who was checking inside Satan’s room and headed down, he will find out who messed with his bathtub.

“I S A I D, WHO FILLED MY BATHTUB WITH MELTED CHEESE?” He screeched into the halls, his voice carrying throughout the house.

//===\\

The moment he had stepped foot inside the house, he made his way to the kitchen. He was starving and Lucifer didn’t allow him to stop by Hell’s Kitchen for a snack. He opened the fridge and noticed a large sandwich. He licked his lips and noticed that no one had placed a note claiming it as their own. He smiled and picked it up before shoving it straight into his mouth. He choked when he was met with a dry flavor in his mouth.

He spat out the remnants of the sandwich and noticed it was foam, “Who?”

He shook his head and scoured the fridge for more unclaimed food. So far, everything he shoved into his mouth was foam. The tangy and dry taste of it making his stomach turn and ask for actual edible food. He had eaten the apple, the salad, the banana... even the turkey leg was foam. His eye twitched and he moved onto the Devildom delicacies, thinking that maybe it was all the human food. 

He picked up a custard and bit into it. It was foam. This was probably the fifth food he had shoved into his mouth that wasn’t food and his hunger had overtaken his thought process. He was in his demon form and he was hungry and angry. He had emptied the fridge by now and yet he hasn’t stumbled upon any real food.

“Who messED WITH THE FOOD?” Beel growled, stomping out the kitchen. Not only were the unclaimed food messed with, so were HIS food. Everything in the fridge was foam. Not even Mammon was stupid enough to do this.

He passed the common room where Belphie was looking in his phone with an enraged face. He would find whoever messed with his food.

//===\\

Belphie let out a sigh as he stepped foot inside the House of Lamentation. The whole day was really tiring. He felt his body sag and he dragged himself to the common room to sleep in peace. The moment his body hit the cushions of the couch, he fell into a deep slumber. Unbeknownst to him, two humans entered the common room with colored markers. The two giggled and exchange a quick glance with each other.

They set off to work, knowing Belphie was in a deep slumber and it’ll take more than a few little markings on his face to wake him up. Once they finished, they kept the markers and pulled out a roll of clear plastic. Solomon snickered as he taped the end of the plastic under the couch while MC pulled the roll over Belphie. They began methodologically wrapping him in plastic until his entire body was wrapped. He shifted a bit in his sleep and the two froze, exchanging a panicked look. 

When he remained sleeping, the two let out a relieved sigh. When the two heard the loud shout from Satan’s room, they immediately set to wrap up their work. Solomon got out some colorful hair ties and MC took out the large whoopee cushion. Solomon started to tie Belphie’s hair into uneven and weirdly placed pigtails while MC slid the cushion carefully in between the wrapped plastics.

That was when they heard Mammon’s shout and his footsteps. Solomon straightened and held out a hand to MC, “Would you care to make a grand exit?”

Asmo’s screech echoed throughout the whole house as MC smiled, “Of course!”

The loud bang that resounded in the common room due to their ‘grand’ exit woke Belphie up. He shot up, ready to scream at whoever made the loud noise to disturb his sleep when he heard the loud sound of the whoopee cushion hitting the plastic. His eye twitched as he was tangled up in a mess of plastic. He swiped them all away.

“Who in the seven hells would do this?” He growled. 

That was when he felt his hair and he got out his D.D.D and turned on the front camera. His anger grew when he saw his face and he stood up, shouting, “WHO DID THIS TO MY FACE!” 

He made his way to the entrance hall in his demon form, ready to kill whoever thought doing this to him was funny. 

//===\\

“SATAN IF YOU THOUGHT EXCHANGING MY PAPERWORK WITH NONESENSE IS FUNNY, THEN YOU’RE WRONG-”

“WHERE THE HELL IS MC? ARE THEY WITH SOLOMON-”

“MAMMON!! FIRST IT WAS MY MONEY AND NOW IT’S MY DVD!!” 

“WHOEVER THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY TO REPLACE MY BOOKS, I WILL USE YOUR-”

“I DON’T CARE ABOUT YOUR BOOKS, SATAN. LOOK AT ME, I’M COVERED IN STUPID MELTED CHEESE WHEN I’M SUPPOSED TO BE RELAXING IN MY BATH.”

“SOMEONE TOUCHED MY FOOD. WHO IS IT? WAS IT YOU, MAMMON?”

“WHO DID THIS TO MY FACE? I WILL MAKE SURE YOUR DEATH IS-”

Just outside the House of Lamentation, Solomon and MC exchanged a look before bursting into laughter. The plan had gone smoothly, they didn’t care if they had to miss one whole day at RAD- this was hilarious enough to make up for it.

“Ten minutes from they’ll probably be at each others’ throats with warpaint on their faces.” Solomon wheezed.

“Good.” MC grinned. “It was getting a little chummy around here.” 

[copperbadge]

Okay Statesiders, time to pass judgements and start fights. 

Alabama: Lane Cake Alaska: King Crab Arizona: Cheese Crisp (WHAT. No. Sonoran Hot Dog!) Arkansas: Biscuits with Chocolate Gravy California: Mission-style Burrito (this is highly regional, I think it should be some specific forms of sushi, but I’ll let it slide) Colorado: Rocky Mountain Oysters Connecticut: White Clam Pizza Delaware: Blue Crab Florida: Cuban Sandwich Georgia: Peach Cobbler (come on Georgia you must have something less peach-based) Hawaii: Shave Ice (OH MY GOD what a snub to Spam Musubi, how dare you) Idaho: Finger Steaks Illinois: Italian Beef (AGREE) Indiana: Sugar Cream (aka Hoosier) Pie Iowa: Loose Meat Sandwich (I admit I am dying to try one of these) Kansas: Fried Chicken (I...how could you not say some form of barbecue?) Kentucky: Hot Brown  Louisiana: Beignets (...not crawfish? Really?) Maine: Lobster Maryland: Blue Crab (uh, Maryland and Delaware gonna FITE) Massachusetts: Clam Chowder (I want to argue but I refuse to say Baked Beans) Michigan: Coney-Style Hot Dog (Detroit-style pizza is the correct answer) Minnesota: Hot Dish (you’ll regret it, but yes) Mississippi: Gulf Seafood (come on now, you can get a little more specific) Missouri: Gooey Butter Cake Montana: Pork Chop sandwich Nebraska: Runza (this looks amazing) Nevada: Prime Rib New Hampshire: Lobster Corn Chowder New Jersey: Taylor Ham, Egg, and Cheese New Mexico: Green Chile Stew New York: Pizza Slice (yeah ok sometimes you gotta play to the stereotype) North Carolina: Barbecue Pork North Dakota: Knoephla Soup  Ohio: Buckeyes (you don’t HAVE to play to the stereotype, guys) Oklahoma: Fried Onion Burger Oregon: Marionberry Pie (Marionberry ANYTHING they are the BEST BERRY) Pennsylvania: Roast Pork Sandwich (I say no. I say either water ice, pepperoni roll, or anything ordered from a computer screen at Sheetz.)  Rhode Island: New York System Weiner (THE CORRECT ANSWER IS A QUAHOG STUFFIE HAVE YOU NO GODS. Sci don’t even START ON ME about pizza strips) South Carolina: Frogmore Stew South Dakota: Fry Bread Tennessee: Nashville Hot Chicken Texas: Brisket (NO. KOLACHES. Texas Brisket is average at best. If you must have meat in Texas get smoked turkey from Rudy’s.) Utah: Utah Scones (these look amazing) Vermont: Sugar on Snow (have also long wanted to try this) Virginia: Country Ham Biscuits Washington: Dungeoness Crab (y so much crab, Chicago Tribune) Washington DC: Half Smoke West Virginia: Pepperoni Roll (maybe Pennsylvania can let WV have this) Wisconsin: Fried Cheese Curds (Wisconsin has so much to recommend it but realistically...yeah, it’s the curds.) Wyoming: Chicken-fried Steak (I feel like they must have given this to WY as a consolation prize becaus they couldn’t think of anything else. Wyomingites, weigh in, all 3 of you.)