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wordsmithwhumpsandfluff · 7 months

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Amberlynn gives herself and Keiko food poisoning

Anyone else living off of 2 hours of sleep?. . . No? Just me?

TW: emeto

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“Stop ag caint chomh tapaidh, Pápa,” Amberlynn groaned as she paced in Keiko’s kitchen, talking on the phone. “Just téacs chugam, ceart go leor? Okay, Pápa, thanks. Slán.”

She hung up, and Keiko walked into the kitchen just then. “How’re your dads?”

Amberlynn sighed, going over to Keiko to wrap her arms around his waist and rest her head on his chest. “Talkative,” she stated, making Keiko chuckle.

“What were you talking to Finn about?” he then asked. When Amberlynn talked in Irish, Keiko knew she was talking to Finnegan since Jackson preferred to talk in English.

“His cranberry scone recipe,” she said, pulling away enough to look at her phone screen. “I just started craving them. And Pápa’s recipe is the best, so, yeah.”

Keiko nodded. “Want any help? Do you have everything you need.”

Amberlynn rolled her eyes but smiled. “You can help, yeah. I won’t know what the hell I do or don’t have until Pápa sends me his recipe.” She went back to staring at the phone, waiting, and Keiko went to the living room and sat down with his book.

He’d been re-reading “The Outsiders”, which was his favorite book. He even had a keychain that said ‘Stay gold, Ponyboy.’

After a while, Keiko hear the clattering of some pans in his kitchen and he set down his book and went back over there. In the kitchen, he found Amberlynn struggling to reach the bag of flour on his top shelf.

Grinning, he went over and stood so close behind her that her back was pressed against him as he reached up and grabbed the flour for her.

Cutely, she tilted her head all the way back and smiled at him. “Hi,” she said.

“Hey,” he said back, leaning down to kiss her in the weird position. “So, you got the recipe?”

She nodded, and Keiko moved out of the was so she could continue getting the rest of the ingredients, so excited that she was almost moving in a blur. “And I have everything but cranberries.”

“Want me to run and get some?” he offered, and Amberlynn nodded while grabbing the cinnamon.

“Alright, I’ll be right back.”

The grocery store wasn’t far from where Keiko lived. He found a bag of cranberries and went straight back. By the time he got there, Amberlynn’s hands were in a bowl, kneading some dough.

She looked at him and smiled when he held up the bag of berries.

“Perfect,” she said. “Can you wash them and just dumb them in here?”

Following her directions, he did just that.

Amberlynn was impatient, almost jumping with excitement as she mixed the cranberries into the dough. She shaped the finished dough into a circle and laid it on a baking sheet before cutting it into six triangles, and then she laid them on the parchment-covered baking tray.

Keiko was smiling at her as she put the tray in the oven, set her phone’s timer, and then pumped her fist, saying, “Yes!” victoriously.

“That has to be a world record for the fastest scone recipe in all of history,” Keiko chuckled while Amberlynn washed her hands.

She couldn’t stop smiling. “Pápa always used to always make it fast. I spent years watching him make it, and it always came out amazing.”

The two of them went to the couch and Amberlynn put on Hamilton. Keiko laid down with his head on her lap, reading while his girlfriend watched the musical and played with his hair.

— — —

Keiko had finished his book and was also watching the tv when Amberlynn’s timer suddenly went off. He sat up and Amberlynn, excitedly, jumped up from the couch and all but skipped over to the kitchen. The apartment smelled sweet, but also a little strange.

Keiko followed to the kitchen and saw Amberlynn smiling at the perfect-looking scones. “They look like Pápa’s!” she said, turning off the oven and grabbing her phone to take a picture of them.

The scones looked really amazing, like professional ones at a bakery. He could tell Amberlynn was just itching to eat one, but he knew they had to probably cool off first.

He managed to convince Amberlynn to wait in the living room for just a few minutes, and she half-reluctantly agreed. She’s so exited, Keiko thought to himself when he saw her leg bouncing while they were sitting on the couch.

After about five minutes, Amberlynn stood back up again to go to the kitchen. When she came back, all of the scones were on a plate and she set that plate down on the coffee table. Keiko grabbed one, and so did Amberlynn. Keiko took a bite and couldn’t help but smile. It tasted freaking amazing!

“Holy shit,” Keiko chuckled while chewing before looking at his girlfriend. Instantly, his face fell when he saw her frown.

She’d also taken a bite, but was frowning. She swallowed and said, “It doesn’t taste like Pápa’s.” She looked so disappointed.

Keiko scooted closer to her and kissed her cheek. “Maybe not, but it still tastes good. Really good.” She looked at him, pouting, and he kissed the pout and said, “These are the best scones I’ve ever had, Am. And even if they don’t taste like your dad’s, they taste good. This is your version.”

At his words, Amberlynn smiled. “Thanks,” she said. Then she took another bite and swallowed. “And you’re right, these are great. They almost have a vanilla ice cream flavor.”

“Right?!”

They finished most of the warm, rich scones. Keiko ate two and Amberlynn ate three. Both of them were stuffed afterwords and both of them laid down on the couch to cuddle.

Amberlynn was on top of Keiko, her head on his chest, and eventually he could hear her snoring and he smiled. The scones were so heavy in his stomach that he felt sleepy, too. Warm, full, and content, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

— — —

………

Something was wrong.

When Keiko opened his eyes, he had the feeling that it was late and he wondered what time it was.

He felt strange. He felt like something was off.

What was it? What was wrong?

His stomach.

Keiko sat up, one hand clamped to his mouth and the other on his stomach. He felt sick. He also realized that Amberlynn was gone.

He wondered where she was as he stood up and made his way to his bedroom, and then his bathroom. That’s where he found his girlfriend.

She was hunched over the toilet, panting, vomit dripping from her chin. The sight of puke and the smell only made Keiko more nauseous, but concern was overriding whatever queasiness he was feeling at the moment and he crouched beside Amberlynn, bunching up her curls. She looked up at him, looking miserable. “I’m done,” she said. “I’m empty. I stopped puking, like, ten minutes ago.”

Keiko nodded and grabbed some toilet paper, wiping off her chin before tossing it into the toilet and flushing. With a sigh, Amberlynn scooted away and leaned back against the wall. Then she jumped in surprise when Keiko gagged and took his turn vomiting into the toilet.

Not knowing what else to do, Amberlynn started to rub his back as her mind scrambled for explanations of what the hell was wrong. Her mind kept coming back to one thing: the scones.

It took Keiko about twenty minutes to stop retching and puking, and by the time he was done and he’d flushed the toilet, he was sweating through his shirt and panting.

Both he and Amberlynn felt like shit. Suddenly, Amberlynn mumbled, “I think it was the scones.”

Keiko frowned, but said nothing.

Amberlynn continued. “I don’t know what went wrong. I washed my hands, I measured properly, and I stuck to the recipe. It’s not even a long recipe. Eggs, butter, heavy cream, flour, corn starch, and—”

“Wait, heavy cream?”

Amberlynn stopped at Keiko’s question. Then looked at him with confusion. “Yeah, heavy cream. Pápa said it’s better than regular milk.”

But Keiko still looked befuddled. “I don’t have heavy cream, Amberlynn. I’ve never had heavy cream in my fridge.”

Now Amber looked absolutely dumbstruck. “Then. . . Hold on, I found a carton of heavy cream in your fridge. It was near the back, but—”

As realization dawned on him, Keiko’s stomach churned and he suddenly found himself gagging fruitlessly over the toilet again.

Amberlynn was still feeling nauseous as well, and felt vomit creeping up her throat when Keiko managed to bring up a pathetic amount of puke. When he pulled away, she puked as well. Only she brought up a bigger, stronger stream that had tears running down her cheeks.

When she spat in the toilet and pulled back, Keiko sighed and said, “The only carton in my fridge is a carton of old eggnog I forgot to throw out. It’s expired, Am.”

Amberlynn froze. Suddenly, she recalled that she’d simply seen the carton and was moving too fast—too excited—to even read what it was. Suddenly, the guilt had her feeling like she was about to cry. “Well, that explains the vanilla ice cream taste,” she mumbled, wishing she didn’t sound so teary.

This is all my fault, she was thinking. Why was I moving so fast? Why didn’t I read that fucking label?!

Seeing her distraught, Keiko sighed and moved so his back was against the same wall hers was. He wrapped an arm around her and hugged her to his side. “It’s fine, Am. It was an accident.”

She scoffed. “I put expired eggnog in my scones, thinking it was heavy cream. That was stupidity, not an accident.”

But she shook his head. “Accident,” he stated, planting a kiss on top of her head. “An unfortunate, nauseating accident.”

Amber sighed, but didn’t say anything else. Eventually, when they both were sure they were wrung dry, Amberlynn brushed her and washed her face while Keiko showered to rinse the sweat off, and then they switched places.

Keiko put on some boxers and Amberlynn put on pajamas. Then while Keiko all but collapsed onto the bed, Amberlynn went out to the living room and grabbed the last two scones, taking them to the kitchen and trashing them before grabbing some Pepto and going back to the bedroom.

Much to her amusement, Keiko was already asleep.

She cuddled up behind him, big spooning despite the fact that she was much smaller.

“Amberlynn?” he whispered sleepily.

“Hmm?”

“I’ll buy some heavy cream and more cranberries tomorrow,” he said.

But Amberlynn shook her head, sighed, and said, “Nah. I’ll just ask Pápa to send us some.”

Keiko shifted tuning onto hi bac to look at her better. “You sure?”

She smiled, kissed him, and said, “Definitely sure. I thing I’ve given myself self-inflicted pastry PTSD or something.”

#thebrilliantidiots #amberlynn #keiko #fluff #emeto #Not quite sure how I feel about this ending tbh #Still tho--these two are everything I look for in a relationship #Not that I'll ever have one #hashtag forever single

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