#(ssssh you didn't hear that)

[kanerallels]

Heck. I reached my word count for the day, but I'm actually kinda vibing with the idea of continuing with this project for a while. Someone tell me whether I should keep going with this one or start working on another

[lolahasmoxie]

Filled to the Brim (E.M.)

mdni, 18+ (lots of sex stuff inside. shoo if you're underage)

WARNING: sex, lots of it. Bodily fluids (Eddie's cum). The mad writings of a woman who needs to get laid.

WORD: 1.4K

I was inspired by this fic by @emeritusemeritus, which is so filthy, good, and dirty.

Eddie cums like a freight train.

You noticed it the first time you had sex with him. You had finally stopped pining for each other and had decided that being friends wasn't good enough anymore. You were yanking on Eddie's shirt, but he took your hands in his before gently guiding you to his bedroom.

He forced you to slow down. He made you feel so precious that you had tears in the corner of your eyes. He kissed you for what felt like hours before he blazed a path between your legs. His plush lips and agile fingers had you singing for him before he finally covered your body and pushed into your warm, velvet walls.

He laid a steady rhythm, kissing you the entire time. You came with his name on your lips, and he followed almost immediately after. And when he did cum, it felt like he came for ages. Just when you thought he had given you all he had to offer, you would feel another twitch and hear another groan.

When he stopped to look where you were joined, he gasped; his orgasm extended when he noticed that he had filled you so much that his cum was trickling out around his cock. He pulled out of you, still hard, and watched as his cum puddled onto the bed. He had you three more times that night.

He told you it had been a while, so you didn't think much of it. But it didn't take long to realize that Eddie just came in buckets. It wasn't uncommon for you to be leaking him for hours after, even into the next day. The man ruined so many pairs of your panties, but you would forget all of that when he would hover over you in a post-orgasmic glow. Watching you like you were a goddess as he watched his cum dribble out of you.

It was a lazy Saturday. After morning kisses and breakfast, you and Eddie had made your way back to bed. With nowhere to be, you climbed into Eddie's lap. You bounced slowly and gently, hands on his shoulders as you took your time. Feeling every vein and inch of his thick cock as he made you feel so damn full.

Eddie's hands were on your hips, gently helping you bounce as you took the time to enjoy how the other felt. When you came, it was with a breathy cry. You collapsed onto his chest, body shaking as he moved his own hips to follow you into bliss. Eddie held you close, kissing you while you warmed his cock. You wished all Saturdays could be like this, but you began to squirm when you felt a growing wetness between you.

"Can't move like that, sweetheart. You're gonna get me hard again."

"Can't help it." Eddie opens his eyes, smirking when he sees why you can't keep still.

"Got a little messy today, huh?"

"You're always a little messy, love." Eddie's ears glow beet red at your comment, but he can't disagree with you when he pulls out of you and sees his cum make a trail down onto the sheets.

"Stay put; I'll get something and clean you up." He kisses you quickly, and you can't help but smile as he tidies you up while you lie pliant on the bed. The washcloth is warm, and he gives your inner thighs kisses as he wipes his cum off of you. When he runs the warm cloth between your lips, you can't help but squirm due to tenderness.

"Ssssh, I know. You did so good for me."

"Mmmm, you always treat me so good, Eds,"

"Wasn't talking to you." He says with a cheeky smile. You glance down to see his head resting on your upper thigh, his eyes level with your sore pussy. He cups you gently, his eyes finally meeting your own. "But you did good, too."

"You are so lucky I like you." You giggle as Eddie leaves kisses on your mound before making a path back up to your waiting lips. He kisses you softly, curling his body next to yours.

"Stay awhile?" he asks quietly, and you let him wrap his arms around you. It doesn't take long before the both of you are sleeping.

You wake up a couple of hours later, Eddie's side of the bed empty. There's a note on the nightstand saying that he didn't want to leave, but Wayne's truck died and needed Eddie's help and that he would be home as soon as he could.

You feel it the minute you stand. The slow trickle of Eddie's essence slowly makes its way down your thigh, and after stopping in the restroom, you head to the kitchen to start making dinner.

Almost an hour later, Eddie's van comes up the driveway. You have the radio on, singing along as you finish dinner. You threw on an old t-shirt and pajama shorts with no underwear, seeing as you were positive all of Eddie's cum was out of you.

You were so lost in the music that even though you knew Eddie was home, he was able to sneak up behind you. He loved scaring you, and when he heard you scream and jump, he started howling with laughter. He only stopped when he noticed you hunched over, one hand on the counter while the other cupped your sex.

"Babe, what's wrong? Oh shit, I didn't make you pee yourself, did I? I am so sorry!"

"Not pee," you say with a strained voice. Eddie walks closer to you, slowly moves your hand out of the way, and sees a wet spot on the front of your shorts. He looks confused, his eyes meeting yours for an explanation. "It's from earlier; I'm still leaking from this morning."

"Holy shit, that's my cum?" he asks, his voice full of disbelief. "There was that much?"

"There's always that much," you giggle. "But thanks to your scare, I'm pretty sure I'm empty now."

Eddie stares at you blankly for a moment, his brain seeming to reboot with this information you've given him. Before you can tease him again, he makes you shriek when he picks you up and places you on the counter. Your mouth hangs open when he pulls your shorts down and uses his thumbs to spread you open. His eyes are filled with wonder and delight, the brown swallowed by inky black as he sees his sticky cum clinging to your pussy.

He thrusts his tongue into you, making you gasp and moan as he devours you like a demon. He's moaning and shoving his face into you like he's trying to bury himself in your pussy. The sounds you make fill the kitchen and echo off the walls as his fingers dig into your thighs.

"Jesus Christ, Eddie!"

"Why didn't you tell me, sweetheart? You should have said something 'cause I would have cleaned up after myself like a good boy should."

It's almost embarrassing how quickly Eddie has you cumming on your kitchen counter. There's no slow lead-up, he's doing everything in his power to get you to cum, now. Your orgasm hits you like a truck, and you cry out, not caring one iota if the neighbors can hear what Eddie is doing to you. He continues his onslaught, drinking down all you have to give until you're shaking and begging him to stop.

When you finally catch your breath and your soul returns to your body, Eddie comes up, and his hands reach for your face to pull you in for a kiss. It's filthy, all tongue and teeth, and you can taste yourself on his lips. Then his arms grasp you under your thighs, and you're holding his shoulders as he carries you down the hallway.

"My poor baby, you must have been so uncomfortable keeping my load in all morning," he says in that cocky dungeon master voice that has you keening in his ear. He tosses you on your bed, and both of you race to disrobe.

He climbs over you, his hands spreading your thighs open as he begins to slowly rub his heavy cock between your lower lips. You bully your lower lip between your teeth at how he looks at you, goddess and temptress all in one and just for him.

"What are you gonna do?" you ask, reaching for his hand. He briefly looks you in the eyes before he returns his gaze to where you are joined together.

I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do. Now that you're all clean, I'm gonna fill you up until your pretty little pussy can't hold anymore. I wanna see you leaking me for days." You have a witty response ready, but all coherent thoughts leave your head when his fat cock breaches your warm, wet walls. If Eddie wants to conduct this experiment with you, you'll let him as long as he keeps fucking you like this.

The answer to Eddie's question ends up being 3 days.

[pxmun]

It had been a long and eventful day for the NWR since Wendell's return. The silly old engine had been busy reacquainting himself with the railway and meeting new friends. Sir Topham Hatt, Lady Hatt, and Dowager Hatt were shocked when Cleo arrived at their house ridding aboard Thomas with Wendell in tow.

For a while Sir Topham Hatt was speechless, but after a while he had managed to snap out of his trance and welcomed his great-great grandparents' engine and honorary Hatt back home. Wendell was thrilled and as such used his steam mustache to wrap around the Hatt family to hug them.

Sir Topham Hatt now just had to find a place for Wendell to work on the NWR. For the moment though, Sir Topham Hatt thought it best to hold off that decision until tomorrow, as it was getting late. He told Wendell that the silly old engine could rest at Tidmouth sheds with the others for the night.

The other engines were excited and wished to stay up late in order to hear more about Wendell, Dinah, and Ethan's adventures. Sir Topham Hatt though, denied this and told his engines that it was important for them to get their rest and that they could wait until tomorrow for Wendell's stories. That included Cleo too, who had spent the whole day chatting with the silly old engine.

Understanding, but disappointed, Cleo got up to head home with Sir Topham Hatt. Before they left, she promised to see Wendell tomorrow and that Cleo would take Wendell up to Ulfstead Castle to meet the Earl. Wendell loved that plan and asked Thomas if he was alright with Cleo traveling with him. Thomas was perfectly fine with this; he knew how much Cleo adored Dinah's discoveries and felt that it would be wrong to prevent Cleo from going on her own adventures and making her own discoveries. Wendell was grateful towards the tank engine and promised Cleo, he would see her after school.

With that Cleo and Sir Topham Hatt left, leaving the engines to rest quietly in their berths.

Later into the night the Jukebox Bands manager, J.J. Silvers had just got done counting the nickels the band earned that day. Being on Sodor had brought the band a lot of business due in part to the busy train stations. Thanks to Romeo and Patty, JJ and the band were able to set up shop at Patty's mother's cafe and provide entertainment for its customers and fellow passengers. It had brought in big business, which the band was grateful for. The cherry on top though, was that the band didn't have to hide themselves away, they could be out singing face to face with the public without people freaking out.

JJ by now had rounded up the nickels needed to pay his charges. He was planning on hitching a ride on Percy back home when the small green engine left for his mail deliveries. JJ still had a few hours before Percy's crew arrived, so he decided to look around the roundhouse, being careful so he wouldn't wake up the sleeping engines.

JJ was enjoying his quiet midnight stroll when he felt something suddenly grab him. The band manager let out a yelp of surprise as he was hauled up into the air and was left dangling upside down in front of the glowing yellow golden eyes of Wendell.

"Ssssh, you'll wake the others." Wendell warned.

"Well, why did you string me up like a trout then"?! JJ aggressively whispered.

Wendell quickly glanced around the room before addressing JJ.

"I was awoken by a presence, a familiar presence that I haven't felt for almost a hundred years. Though, there doesn't seem to be anyone out of place here, well except for you." Wendell said.

Wendell then paused, his eyes slowly focusing on JJ. JJ was suddenly turned right side up; JJ was glad he didn't have human insides as a puppet, otherwise he would've been sick. The band manager was now face to face with the old magic engine, who stared the puppet right in the eyes.

"Hmm, you look oddly familiar, have we met before old chap"? Wendell asked.

JJ felt like he would be sweating bullets if he still had the ability to do so.

"No, can't say I have ever met an engine like you before." JJ replied, trying to free himself.

"Are you sure? Because you sort of look like..." Wendell was suddenly interrupted.

"Oh, will you look at the time! I really must get going, don't want to miss my train home! Y'know important manager business stuff"! JJ stalled as he squirmed out of the grip of Wendell's steam mustache.

JJ ended up belly flopping onto the shed floor before quickly getting back up onto his feet and skittering away.

"Oh, okay. Have a good trip then." Wendell smiled.

JJ ran for cover underneath Gordon and hid there until he was sure the silly old engine wasn't chasing after him. JJ took the moment of piece to catch his breath, he could hear Gordon's thunderous snoring from above. Unable to hear himself think, JJ climbed up into Gordon's cab where the snoring was muffled.

The band manager checked his little pocket watch, he still had five minutes before Percy was due to leave. JJ leaned his back against the cool boiler, feeling tired and warn out. Right now, he just wanted to go home and rest, heck JJ played with the idea of sleeping in.

By now, the band manager was struggling to keep his eyes open, he was so tempted to just fall asleep and that heavenly singing coming from within Gordon's boiler wasn't helping.

JJ paused mid thought.

"Singing from Gordon's boiler? That can't be right, my exhaustion must be having me hear things." JJ thought.

Still, just to be sure, JJ pressed his ear up against the outer wall of Gordon's boiler and listened. To his shock and surprise, JJ did hear someone or something singing on the other side.

With his interest piqued, JJ reached for the door to Gordon's firebox. After much straining, JJ managed to open the door and peered inside.

The singing was faint, but it was a bit clearer to hear. There were no words, just a sweet hum forming a lullaby. With his interest piqued, JJ decided to take a closer look at this mysterious phenomenon.

Before JJ stepped entered Gordon's firebox, he removed his hat and jacket and hung them up on the open firebox door to alert Romeo and Gordon's crew that he was inside. With that done. JJ began his trek towards the mysterious hymn.

The inside of Gordon's firebox was dark, the only light source being what little moonlight was peering through the open firebox door. JJ carefully maneuvered forward, using the mysterious voice as guide. He passed through the ashes that had been produced from the previous day's work, accidentally kicking up clouds of it as he walked on.

The hymn became clearer and clearer as JJ drew close. He was beginning to make out the voice, as he did, something about it triggered memories in the old puppet. Flashes of a ship on the sea, a pile of vomit, a rush of ascending stairs, a restaurant, a heavenly sad voice, and a figure sitting in front of a piano. Something about those memories brought a tear to the band manager's eyes, so he quickly shook away the thought.

By now, JJ had begun to realize that he had been traveling through Gordon's firebox for a while now. At first, JJ thought he had somehow managed to find his way into Gordon's boiler as he heard a "splash" as a result of the band manager stepping into water, but after viewing what little he could see, JJ was sure this wasn't the case.

JJ was beginning to feel uneasy and thought for a moment about turning around and leaving. However, he spotted a light emitting from the direction he had been heading and his curiosity soon gotten the better of JJ who felt drawn to it.

As he neared the source, JJ's surroundings became clear. What JJ saw was mind boggling.

Above JJ was an endless clear blue sky. A few items floating around like a train of express coaches, the Queen's fire service medal, and various photos of engines and people such as Flying Scotsman and Sir Charles Topham Hatt. What caught JJ's full attention though was what laid front and center of this strange space.

There, resting between two chiseled stone pillars and atop a marble pillar was a bright star.

It was emitting the hymn that JJ had been hearing.

The band manager stood in front of the star in stunned silence for a long while. Then, he collapsed onto his knees in a crying fit.

As the sun rose, Romeo strolled towards Tidmouth sheds with a smile and a song. He had some chores to do before school, such as getting Gordon ready for the day, but the teen didn't mind it.

He flung open the doors to Gordon's berth, ready to wake up the big engine.

"Good morning"! Gordon greeted.

Romeo jumped back in surprise, he wasn't expecting to see his friend to be up and about.

"Gordon? What are you doing up this early? I haven't lit your fire yet"? Romeo asked confused.

"JJ Silvers stayed behind last night and offered to get me ready for the day." Gordon replied.

Romeo looked over his friend and was shocked. Gordon had been washed footplate to fender, any brass and exposed metal had been polished, Gordon's firebox had been completely cleaned and was now nicely lit. Next to Gordon laid a few cups, suggesting that JJ had used these to fill up Gordon's tender with water.

Taking a peek into Gordon's cab, Romeo found JJ asleep on the floor, covered in dirt and coal dust.

"Well, that was nice of him. Guess we can return the favor by dropping JJ off at the cafe." Romeo suggested, still surprised by the gesture.

Romeo hopped in his friend's cab and with the crew they headed out for the day with a sleeping JJ in tow.

[i-will-cry-you-a-river]

It was a good day. Great day, even. No genocides disguised as adventures, no near death experiences by either their enemies nor by his grandfather, no bullying schoolmates or parents.

It was too good to be true, Morty thought, but the other shoe didn't drop until it was later at night. He was watching a video - not even porn for once -, and he only got up to get some water from the kitchen, when he felt the left side of his head melt. And unfortunately, he knew how that felt.

Yet, when he looked at the mirror image in the glass, it looked just the same as always. He could feel his eyelid dropping, his lips turning down, his skin melting off of his face. But his image didn't change.

His vision went spotty, his ears started ringing as he dropped on the floor, hugging his knees to his chest, covering his head with his arms. The sound of shattering glass was just a vague memory. A muffled voice was saying something, but he just squeezed his head stronger, blocking out all the light, sound and smell he could.

He flinched, when a hand touched his shoulder, but when he was pulled into a safe, familiar embrace, he relaxed somewhat, allowing the person hugging him to pick him up and carry him away.

He didn't know where he was, but the sounds ceased to bother him, the only thing he could hear was a heavy breathing. He was carefully put down on a soft bed, the mattress pressed down at their combined weight.

"Ssssh, r-relax," a soft voice shushed him, strong, calloused fingers massaging gently his head.

Morty whined, pushing his head against the pressure, his eyes still closed. His head was still throbbing like never before. The safe voice hummed lightly, and Morty, wanting some human contact, buried himself into the hug.

"H-hold. Me." He whined, even forcing those letters out took way too much out of him. He could feel a head nodding above him, those lovely arms closed around him in a protective embrace.

"Whatever you need, Mo-urgh-ty."

[gardenerian]

just curious to know what popcorn the boys get when they go to the cinema :) also i love you!!!!!!! but you didn't hear that from me ssssh

first things first, i love you! and you heard it DIRECTLY from me! as for popcorn.....

i bet ian likes to put a bunch of butter... or he likes to sneak in a ranch packet and sprinkle it in there. at home i see him snacking on the white cheddar kind (or kettle corn!) but at the movies he goes ALL OUT. mickey gets a jumbo ass tub and pours m&ms in it. salty...sweet... the chocolate gets a lil melty and he makes a big show of licking it off his lips and fingers so maybe ian will let them get handsy in the back of the theatre 😇

[morai-thoughts]

As The World Caves In

Genre: hurt/comfort

Summary: Sansa contemplates the aftermath of the battle after the titans break through the wall for the second time. Petyr is there to comfort her.

Words: 1080

Fandom: Game of thrones, Attack on titan

Extinction. Humans were doomed to extinction.

Sansa threw back her head, trying to extract the last drops of wine from the bottle. After the devastation the city had suffered, it hadn't been hard for the girl to get the alcohol, which for a Garrison soldier like her, was off-limits.

Chaos was the new normal. At least for today.

From the heights of the inner wall, she gazed at the remains of the shattered city. Below, at the foot of the wall, amorphous, hulking figures watched her hungrily.

Five years ago, no one would have imagined that the titans would breach the wall, let alone that it would happen again. In the blink of an eye, the Trost district fell after the return of the colossal titan, who opened a breach through which the rest of the deformed humanoids slipped through.

One hundred years they had remained protected behind the walls. A hundred years since the last humans sheltered from the hell outside and condemned themselves to live like cattle.

There was a clattering noise as one of the four-meter titans trying to scale the wall slipped and fell into the void. Sansa would have laughed at such a pathetic scene, had it not been for the rest of the mindless faces watching her from below. If she moved, they would follow her with their eyes. If she yelled at them, they wouldn’t flinch.

They waited patiently. For they knew that time was on their side.

Sansa knew it too.

Nothing had changed in a hundred years, it wasn't going to change in five.

Her family wasn't coming back.

"Damn it!" The girl threw the empty bottle angrily. The glass flew into pieces as it smashed into the head of one of the titans fifty meters below.

The alcohol numbed all her senses, but for some twisted reason she was unable to dull that memory of the day her whole world ended.

“I wouldn't go any closer to the edge if I were you.”

The voice sounded closer than she expected. Sansa ignored the newcomer and dropped to the ground. The last rays of dusk hid behind the horizon bleeding into twilight.

“Does it even matter?”

The girl covered her face with her hands and closed her eyes. With each breath, she heard her heartbeat rumble louder and louder. Then, she felt a pang in her stomach and that made her squirm like a worm.

Amidst her drunken daze, she heard his footsteps advance to a stop beside her.

“Of course it matters. You're still alive, everything matters.”

Sansa clenched her fist tightly. No , she wanted to scream. She wanted to tell him it was all useless. Nothing had changed over the years.

Flashes of bodies torn apart and blood in the streets flashed through her mind. Many of the comrades she had grown up with hadn't survived, and the girl could still hear their cries of despair.

A thick jacket rested on her shoulders accompanied by hands she was well familiar with.

“If you stay here you'll freeze to death.” Seeing that Sansa did not react, Petyr sat down beside her in silence.

From her position on the ground, the girl observed the captain's profile. He had a few fresh scratches, but didn’t appear to have been badly hurt. He wasn't wearing the three-dimensional maneuvering gear either, so the girl assumed he had taken the elevator route to get here.

“I'm tired of all this too, Sansa.”  He said holding one of the wine bottles up to his nose, “but that's no reason for me to indulge in booze, much less this cheap alcohol.”

As Sansa did, the captain tossed the bottle glass across the wall. Sansa did not answer, she stayed absorbed in her own thoughts.

The wind blew stronger, whistling around them.

It was hard to believe that yesterday she was having lunch peacefully, together with her companions. Next to Petyr.

Just like her family five years ago.

She didn't know when, but there came a moment when she couldn't take it anymore. Sansa burst into tears. Her uneven cries filled the silence,

“It's not fair!” She exclaimed, “in five years nothing has changed, we're still in here like cattle and all we do is die."

It was all useless. All those years in the army, for nothing. There was no other solution except to climb up to the Sina wall, the innermost and most protected wall. A wall that at this rate would become their worst enemy, a mousetrap where they would starve to death for lack of supplies.

The world is cruel , Sansa knew it perfectly well. She was tired of knowing it.

"Sansa, ssssh, that's it," a pair of gentle arms helped her to sit up. The girl wiped her face with the back of her hand, but another stopped her. Gently, a soft handkerchief removed the tears from her face.

"One day we'll get out of here," he promised her, but Sansa heard only empty words.

"You don't know that-" she shivered back.

"Sssssh, yes I do."

And for a moment she believed him, because deep down she wanted to believe it too, or because something in his intense gaze convinced her. She didn't know what was going to happen in the future, no one did.

Sansa stroked his rough cheek, then his temple, the back of his neck, making sure he was really here with her and not her delirium from the alcohol. Carefully, Petyr lifted her up and laid her on his lap.

“Beyond these walls, there is burning water, a land made of ice and endless fields of sand. It is the world my parents wanted to go to.” He kissed her crown. His voice was so calm, so full of tenderness, “and we're going to see it together Sansa, so you have to keep going forward.”

“You're crazy,” she whispered, clutching his jacket tighter.

The man chuckled, laying another kiss on her brow, “maybe.”

They remained in each other's arms until the stars came out. Everything continued as if nothing had happened, as if all the lives they had lost today didn't matter. She still felt the dullness of alcohol, but instead of a slight warmth, the chill of the night invaded her flesh. Shivering, she clung tighter to the body she lay upon.

“Don't leave me.”

Petyr held her tighter.

“Never.”

Sansa closed her eyes and dreamed of giant lava lakes, fields of sand, and endless wastelands of ice.

[tubbietommo]

Ok so i have a serious question haha like what happens in the off season? It was my first f1 season so no clue at all lmao Are we getting any news or is it just gossip here and there until the car reveal thing? And can we actually see the car testing in February? Will the drivers and teams be in hibernation (not that they dont deserve it)? I worry a little that i will loose interest bc i usually do if there is no new stuff and such😅

Depends on who you support. If you support Seb don't expect anything until beginning of February. Cause he will only show himself for ROC (race of champions). If you support any other driver you might get some content and gossip but honestly there's not much until like February if we talk racing. In February usually the cars get showed. Some make a full show out of it, some just a livestream with chatting and some don't bother and show it on the first day of testing. Usually around that time that Netflix serie from F1 will be online too. If anyone actually feels bothered enough to watch this season again like that you have that option lmao.

But I believe the first week of testing you can watch on f1tv (or sky sports I assume... Or an illegal livestream but ssssh you didn't hear that from me). The other week of testing is usually never shown on TV.

Personally I'm glad we got this winter break. Cause I'm so done with this season. I need a long ass break.

And I believe Formula E starts in January. I recommend watching that. Or at least give it a chance. Worth watching if you ask me.

[ask-funnel-cake-cookie]

Funnel sighs as he looks out his window, resting his cheek in his palm. He makes a noise as he lets his head fall face down onto the window sill, crossing his arms and placing his chin on them instead.

"You stumble through your days. Got your head hung low. Your skies' a shade of grey..."

"Oh my Moonlight, are you still pouting, you big baby?"

Funnel looks over his shoulder as Roll pushes opens the door with his back, a tray of food in his hands. Pancake rushes in after him, making Roll swear under his breath as the younger accidentally jostles him in his haste.

"Funnel!"

"Pancake!"

Funnel opens his arms and catches the young cookie as he barrels into him, hissing through his teeth when the leg of the chair they're in comes down on his heel a little. Pancake gasps and pulls away, wringing his hands.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

Funnel breathes for a second, chuckling. "I'm alright, Pan, there's no need to worry. You didn't hurt me at all!"

"Yeah, you hurt yourself, you big dummy," Roll snorts, setting the tray of food down on his nightstand. "For some 'world renowned' performer and acrobat, you'd think it'd take more than your baton to take you out."

Funnel sneers at his brother, who just cackles good naturedly. Funnel reaches over and grabs one of the caramel squares on the tray, popping it into his mouth as Pancake climbs up into his knee.

"You doing okay, big bro?" Pancake asks, struggling to nab one of the caramel squares himself. "Roll said you were acting like a miserable bastard."

"Wh-!" Funnel huffs at Roll, who whistles innocently. "Well, first, Pan, please don't swear. Second, I'm not acting like a 'miserable bastard', I just miss Crackerjack, that's all."

The usual pep slips from Funnel's voice slightly as he looks away, glancing out the window. Pancake looks back at Roll Cake with almost urgency in his eyes and Roll Cake shrugs, just as panicked. Neither of them liked seeing their usual boisterous brother look so sad, even if he was hiding it well. Roll Cake eventually spots the folded up top hat on Funnel's bed, snatching it up quietly.

"Oi, Funnel."

Funnel looks up just in time to catch the top hat as Roll slings it like a frisbee at him, moving just as quickly to make sure Pancake didn't go toppling to the floor in his haste. He looks at the hat with mild confusion before Pancake suddenly beams, reaching for it.

"The story! Your story!"

"Story?" Funnel looks at the hat for a moment before it clicks. "Oh! You really wanna hear that tired old tale again? I tell it all the time."

Pancake nods and Funnel chuckle, flicking the bottom of the hat and making it pop out to it's full height once more. He blows the fist off of it and places it on Pancake's head, glancing up to see Roll taking coming closer and taking a seat on the side of his bed.

"You wanna hear this again? I thought my stories were boring to you."

"Some of them, yeah, but I like this one. Mostly because of how, near the end, you start doing all those cook tricks and-"

"Ssssh!" Pancake hisses. "No spoilers!"

"Spoilers? We've heard this a million-"

"SSSSSH!!!"

Roll sighs and rolls his eyes, but quiets down nonetheless. Funnel takes a moment to laugh, shaking his head before he begins speaking.

"Well, it all started with the Witch turning away from the oven to finishing watching a circus performance on the television..."